NovelEnglishChapter 141 Ewan hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing.
As we made our way to the asylum, my body trembled uncontrollably.
| couldn’t understand why | felt so sad, but the image of that charred room remained etched in my mind.
The fire, the thick smoke, and the desperate cries replayed vividly in my thoughts.
When Steven and | shared a room, | immediately noticed the grotesque scars from the fire covering his entire back, as well as his hands and legs.
He must have endured so much pain back then.
“That asylum was later shut down, and the director was arrested because of reports of patient abuse,” Ewan said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDuring the journey, | looked up the asylum and cacross numerous horrifying scandals.
The doctors derived pleasure from tormenting and abusing the patients, subjecting them to electric shocks, drowning, suffocation, and torture.
The darkest aspects of human nature were amplified within those walls.
As | sat there, a sudden realization washed over me. “Apart from the director's arrest and sudden death from a heart attack in prison, the other doctors, who weren't convicted, seemed to have died one after another over the years,” | muttered.
Were all these events truly a mere coincidence? “Somebody online suggested it’s payback for the lunatics at Saint Sahns Asylum,” | murmured, feeling inexplicably uneasy as | scrolled through the thread.
If the deaths of those doctors wasn’t a coincidence, could they be connected to the serial killings at the orphanage too? My head suddenly throbbed, and I instinctively pulled at my hair, trying to keep myself composed.
Perhaps they were accidents. Maybe it truly was all just coincidences.
“I've always believed that the universe has a way of balancing things out,” Ewan said as Chapter 141 he opened the car door forafter we arrived.
| sensed he was hiding something, but there were certain matters | knew better than to pry about.
The asylum had been sealed off, so we had to sneak in through the gates.
It felt just as eerie as the orphanage, instantly unsettlingupon arrival.
Recently, a popular livestreamer had explored this place, claiming it was haunted.
“This was Mr. Lincoln's room. The Lincolns specifically instructed it to be a single room for his comfort,” Evan said.
But instead, it was like hell.
| pushed open the door and froze in place for a moment.
The walls were adorned with formulas and numbers, revealing his attempt to calculate something.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe room was oddly clean. For a moment, | could almost picture a teenager in a white patient gown, diligently scribbling calculations on the wall with a pencil.
| walked along the walls, gently tracing the numbers as | went.
At last, at the end of the room, | saw that formula. He was using calculus to calculate pi, endlessly working out every digit after the decimal point.
“What did he want to do?” | asked skeptically.
Steven was undeniably a genius in mathematics and finance. But what drove hist obsession with calculating pi? “The doctor who exposed the asylum scandal mentioned that Mr. Lincoln was eager to prove something.
Everything, like pi, has a pattern that can be calculated to the smallest detail.” He continued, “With the loop in time, everything can reset as long as we can figure out the pattern. Souls exist across different dimensions of life...” Ewan also seemed puzzled.
Anything was possible in the world of madness.
| stared in shock at the wall of numbers, feeling as if | were submerged in icy water.
When everything followed a pattern, tcould flow backward, and souls could be reborn.
1 covered my mouth in shock. Steven wanted to prove that this world was illusory and that everything would eventually start anew.
“He’s a genius...” Steven was truly an otherworldly genius, or perhaps, a madman.
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