Chapter 3 Knocking on the Door

 Back in the room, Lin Qiye closed the door.

He didn't turn on the light.

It was late at night, with faint starlight outside the window sprinkled on the ground.

In the dark room, Lin Qiye sat in front of the desk and slowly took off the black blindfold on his eyes.

In the mirror on the desk, a handsome young face was reflected.

Lin Qiye was very good-looking.

If he took off the blindfold and tidied up a bit, coupled with his inexplicable aloof and profound temperament, he would definitely be a campus heartthrob.

It's a pity that he always wore the blindfold, combined with his disabled status, completely concealing his brilliance.

In the mirror, Lin Qiye had his eyes closed.

His brows slightly furrowed, the eyelids covering his eyes trembled, as if trying hard to open his eyes, even clenching his fists.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

His body trembled for a long time, finally unable to bear it, suddenly relaxed, panting heavily.

A few drops of sweat ran down Lin Qiye's cheeks, a hint of anger appearing between his brows.

Almost...

just almost! Why is it always so close every time? When will he be able to open his eyes again and see the world for himself? He said he could see now, but he lied.

His eyes couldn't open at all, not even a crack.

But he didn't lie either.

Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.

This feeling was very strange, as if he had eyes all over his body, able to perceive everything in all directions without blind spots, and see more clearly and farther than before.

At first, he couldn't do it.

In the five years after losing his sight, he was no different from other blind people, only able to perceive the world through sound and the cane in his hand.

But for some reason, starting five years ago, his eyes seemed to undergo some changes, and he could begin to sense his surroundings.

At first, only a few centimeters in front of him, but as time passed, he could "see" farther and clearer.

Now, five years later, he could "see" up to ten meters.

If a normal person could only see ten meters, their eyes would be considered almost useless.

But for a young man who had once lost his sight, these ten meters meant everything.

The most crucial point was that the ten meters he could "see" were obstacle-free.

In other words, within a radius of ten meters, Lin Qiye had absolute vision.

In simple terms, he could see through things, but in a more sophisticated way, he could see every speck of dust floating in the air, every component inside a machine, every subtle movement of a magician under the table...

And the source of this ability seemed to be the eyes that had been tightly closed under the blindfold for ten years.

Despite having this almost superhuman power, Lin Qiye was still not satisfied.

Having a ten-meter absolute vision was good, but he wanted more than anything to see the world with his own eyes.

This was a young man's persistence.

Although he failed to open his eyes today, he could clearly feel that...

the moment of truly opening his eyes was not far away.

After washing up, Lin Qiye, as usual, went to bed early to sleep.

Living as a blind person for so many years was not all bad, at least he had developed a good habit of going to bed early.

But as he lay down on the bed, subconsciously, the image appeared in his mind again.

Under the dark cosmic sky, on the silent surface of the moon, the gray-white earth reflected the dim starlight.

In the center of the highest and largest crater on the moon, stood a figure that seemed like a sculpture.

The figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since ancient times, emitting a sacred golden light.

The aura was enough to make all living beings prostrate on the ground.

Behind him, six exaggeratedly large wings spread open, blocking the sunlight shining from behind and casting huge shadows on the silver-gray ground.

But what truly imprinted in Lin Qiye's mind, haunting him, were His eyes.

Those eyes full of divine power, burning like a furnace, glaring like a close-up sun! The moment he saw those eyes, his world turned into darkness.

Ten years ago, he spoke the truth but was diagnosed with a mental illness.

However, he knew in his heart what was real and what was delusion.

Ever since he saw the archangel on the moon, he knew that this world...

was not as simple as it seemed.

Slowly, Lin Qiye fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know that at the moment he entered the dreamland, in the dark room, two bright golden rays shot out from his eyes and disappeared in a flash.

...

Dang, dang, dang...

In the misty world, Lin Qiye walked alone.

The fog around him rolled, seemingly endless.

Although he walked in nothingness, every time Lin Qiye stepped, a crisp collision sound echoed, as if there were invisible ground beneath his feet.

Lin Qiye looked down at his body and sighed.

"This dream again...

knocking every night, isn't it tiring?" Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.

The next moment, the surrounding fog rolled back, revealing a strangely modern building in front of Lin Qiye.

It was strange because it was a modern-style building, yet in some details, it exuded a mysterious aura.

Such as the iron gate carved with celestial beings, the lamp burning like a fireball, the floating decorative tiles underfoot...

It was like a mix of modern architectural style and the temple elements from ancient myths, mismatched yet with an indescribable beauty.

Lin Qiye recognized this building, and it looked very familiar.

It was extremely similar to the Sunshine Mental Hospital where he had lived for a year before.

The most compelling evidence was that where the words "Sunshine Mental Hospital" used to be written at the entrance, there was now another line of words.

——Pantheon Mental Hospital.

"A strange place." Lin Qiye shook his head, took a step forward, and walked to the front of the iron gate.

Five years ago, not only his body but also his dreams suddenly started to change.

For five years, every night he would have the same dream, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious Pantheon Mental Hospital.

However, the gate of this mental hospital remained tightly closed and could not be opened no matter what.

Lin Qiye circled the mental hospital countless times, with only the main iron gate as an entrance.

Although the surrounding walls were not high, the most absurd thing was that every time Lin Qiye jumped, the height of the wall would increase accordingly.

As for brute force...

even if Lin Qiye crashed into it with his whole body, the iron gate wouldn't budge.

There seemed to be only one way to enter.

Knocking on the door.

Lin Qiye grabbed the round handle on the iron gate, took a deep breath, and heavily knocked on the surface of the gate.

Clang—! The sound echoed in the mental hospital like an ancient bell ringing, and the iron gate shook but did not open.

Clang—! Another knock, but the gate remained closed.

Lin Qiye seemed not surprised or annoyed by this, patiently continuing to knock.

Over the past five years, he had deeply understood the rules of this dream.

Except for knocking on the door, no other method could open the iron gate, and in this dream, besides knocking, he seemed unable to do anything else.

Fortunately, in the dream, he never grew tired, or his body would have collapsed long ago.So, Lin Qiye was like a hardworking laborer, diligently knocking on the door all night..