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Two days later.
Yi Lin lay on the hospital bed.
He was dressed in blue striped hospital attire.
The clothes were clean and odorless, yet that inexplicable déjà vu always gave Yi Lin the false impression he was back at the Gotham Nursing Home.
These past two days… have been quiet.
Only the devil knows what he had been through.
Just thinking about the embarrassing events of the last two days made Yi Lin feel like killing everyone.
Of course, that was just a joke.
But in his current "weak" state, he indeed felt like he was ruining his image.
He vaguely remembered that Zhao Yulong had visited him a few times, even bringing with him a senior psychiatrist to see if they should commit him to the Psychiatric Patient Asylum.
——Bunkmates with "9528".
And have Old Pan revisit his old haunts, incidentally.
The mere thought that he almost turned into Justice Pan sent shivers down Yi Lin's spine.
