Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 33 Part 1

Chapter 33: Right Hand, Draw a Rainbow!

“Hmm… Generally speaking, ordinary people who are entangled with abominations easily develop mental problems. By taking the opportunity of mental treatment, we can more quickly lock onto this group of people and then catch the real culprits behind them.”

“In case an ability user falls into a state of loss of control or other extreme situations, having such a shell is also better for concealment…”

While speaking, Yang Buqi turned his head to look at the silent Xu Turan beside him: “Are you alright?”

Xu Turan, who had been quietly following him across half of the courtyard, pulled at the corner of her mouth upon hearing this:

“I’m fine, the scenery is nice. I feel refreshed.”

Yang Buqi: …

However, Xu Turan wasn’t exactly lying. The layout of this sanatorium was quite nice—from the outside, it looked like it had a harmonious arrangement of flowers and plants, giving a sense of leisure like a small park. After entering, it felt even more spacious and warm, making people feel very relaxed.

…This somewhat dissipated Xu Turan’s resentment of “ultimately not escaping the mental hospital”.

Yang Buqi observed her expression from the side, secretly letting out a sigh of relief, and voluntarily said: “We have high-level Eternal Day ability users who can appropriately adjust the environment and atmosphere to make patients feel more comfortable here… After all, we still have the shell of a sanatorium. Service is our top priority.”

Xu Turan, who had just started to feel a bit more comfortable: …

“…What should I do?” She closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to shift her attention away from the key phrase “mental hospital”.

What else could she do, now that she was here.

“In a moment, I’ll take you to fill out a form, and then you just need to wait for the test results,” Yang Buqi said, “Our quality assessment is conducted by high-level Omniscients. After the results come out, we’ll arrange some training courses based on your situation.”

“There are classes too?” Xu Turan’s brow twitched.

“To help you adapt to your ability and better master your special skills,” Yang Buqi explained. “Different ability tendencies also have different training directions.”

For example, those with tendencies like “War”, “Long Night”, “Eternal Day” who are prone to emotional issues need to learn how to better self-regulate; “Beast” needs to learn to adapt to changes in their senses or instincts; ability users with a “Chaos” tendency must master the “Anchor” earlier than others.

“Anchor?” Xu Turan looked up.

Yang Buqi: “It’s something that can stabilize your self-perception. Other tendencies will learn it later too. It’ll be used in many missions.”

Upon hearing the word “missions”, Xu Turan instantly perked up. Yang Buqi seemed to notice something and looked at her seriously: “In any case, learning how to protect yourself first is the most important thing.”

Xu Turan immediately said: “Look at what you’re saying, as if I wouldn’t study properly.”

Yang Buqi: …

No, what I mean by “study properly” is to learn it and then follow it…

Does this person really understand what I’m saying?

A faint worry once again surfaced in Yang Buqi’s heart. He silently sighed and led Xu Turan into the deepest building of the sanatorium.

The “Cixin Jimin Mental Rehabilitation Center” is divided into two parts.

The front part is the regular diagnosis and inpatient department, while the back part is specifically for ability users’ activities. It has independent dining areas and accommodation areas.

The two building groups share a public garden, but under the psychological suggestion of the ability users, ordinary patients and staff basically only move around the outer ring of the garden, not noticing or caring about the building group standing in the depths, and the people coming and going within it.

Theoretically, it’s best for newcomers to stay in the sanatorium for a while first. However, Xu Turan had no such plan—unrelated to the name “mental rehabilitation center”, she had planned to find another place to live from the beginning. She also had a bunch of newly purchased supernatural items with her, which might not be suitable to keep around a group of ability users.

Fortunately, when she troubled her assistant to handle the lease termination and find a new place to live yesterday, the assistant proactively asked about her upcoming activity area. Only then did Xu Turan learn that her family actually had a property in the same city—it was registered under her adopted brother’s name, but Xu Turan could move in anytime, and it wasn’t far from the Ciji Institute.

At least she doesn’t have to live in a mental hospital, right?

Therefore, Xu Turan didn’t bring much luggage this time, leaving the big items at Plum Blossom Apartment for her assistant to retrieve later; and the usual “new resident move-in” process was also canceled, replaced by Yang Buqi taking her around for a tour.

Unfortunately, the tour didn’t last long before he was called away for something. Xu Turan was temporarily placed in an empty conference room, with a thick newcomer’s manual beside her. In Yang Buqi’s words, it was “in case she gets bored, to keep her entertained”.

Xu Turan: … Well, thank you very much.

The conference room had good lighting, with warm sunlight covering half of the table. With no one supervising, Xu Turan naturally didn’t have the patience to flip through the book. After sitting for just a short while, she got up to wander around, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside.

From her position, she could see the windows of another building opposite. For some reason, most of the windows across were covered by curtains. She casually looked along them, when her gaze suddenly paused.

She saw a waving hand.

The hand was behind the window on the far side of the fifth floor opposite, reaching out from behind a half-drawn curtain, waving with quite large movements. After Xu Turan looked over, it waved even more excitedly and exaggeratedly.

Xu Turan: …?

Is it waving hello to me?

She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand, just about to respond when an even more puzzling scene appeared.

The originally half-covered curtain was completely pulled open, revealing the person sitting behind the window. It was a thin man with medium-length hair and a sickly pale complexion.

The hand that was frantically waving at Xu Turan was his. But strangely, when he saw Xu Turan, he obviously froze for a moment.

And while he was frozen, his right hand was still happily waving… creating an indescribable sense of dissonance.

Then he looked at his right hand, shook his head, and pulled the curtain closed again right in front of Xu Turan.

This time, the curtain was drawn very tightly. Both the person and the right hand were completely hidden.

Xu Turan, who had just raised her hand to respond: “…”

As the saying goes, fortunes rise and fall in turns. Today, she finally experienced firsthand the subtle feeling of “what the hell is this guy doing?”

Is this the legendary “mental rehabilitation center”?

Not bad, not bad. I’ve learned something new.

At the same time, on the fifth floor of the opposite building. In the innermost room.

The young man put down his left hand that had been pulling the curtain, sighed, and turned to look at his right hand:

“What are you doing? I wasn’t paying attention for a moment and you started acting up. What if you scare someone?”

The right hand didn’t respond, just quietly lay on the table, with its fingers curled inward, like a cat with its limbs tucked in.