Two people, both dead, had red banknotes tucked inside their books—a shared peculiar habit, perhaps the very thing that led to their demise? The clues Dongzi could glean from the two separate rooms amounted to little more than this; what could this single detail signify? These two unrelated books served no apparent purpose. What was the meaning behind it all?

Zhou Huan sounded the car horn by the door. Hearing it, Dongzi quickly put away what he was holding, preparing to leave the office. Just as he was about to go, a shadow abruptly appeared behind him, grabbing his arm with a desperate plea: "Brother Dongzi, my eyelid is twitching too. Help me out, I don't want to die!"

Dongzi turned to see the girl who usually slipped him snacks. Seeing her utterly distraught face, it was truly a life-or-death situation, so Dongzi reluctantly agreed to take her with him.

The two exited the company building and got into Zhou Huan's car.

"Dongzi, who is this?" Zhou Huan immediately asked.

"She works at our company. She said her eyelid started twitching today, and I didn't feel right leaving her behind at the office," Dongzi explained.

Zhou Huan glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror. She seemed harmless enough, save for a slight shadow clinging to her face. However, the sheer terror in her expression made Zhou Huan unable to abandon her, so he tacitly accepted Dongzi's request.

"You two listen up. There's still Zhang Hong, and everyone who's experienced the eyelid twitch will be gathered at the mental asylum tonight. Something might not happen there immediately, but I'm bringing everyone I know of who has the twitching eyelid together. Trouble is almost guaranteed, so be mentally prepared, don't be afraid, and follow instructions!" Zhou Huan stated his requirements first. The girl nodded her assent.

What Zhou Huan feared most now wasn't encountering trouble, but encountering trouble he couldn't resolve; that would complicate everything. If anyone else died at the asylum, the situation could escalate rapidly, becoming extremely serious, given the continuous string of recent fatalities.

"Master, the car is ready. Let's go!" Shi Bingyuan had prepared the vehicle and came to summon Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan looked at Hong Kun, reiterating his instructions before preparing to leave with his group. But just as they were stepping out, Hong Kun suddenly exclaimed, "What's going on? My eyelid is twitching too?"

This news unsettled Zhou Huan deeply, as Hong Kun would be alone tonight. If anything happened to him, the entire operation would fall apart. This ghost was truly cunning—the asylum, and now Fushou Hall? It was unacceptable.

"Hong Kun, Master trusts you. Do as Master says. No matter what happens, don't lose your composure."

Zhou Huan led his people out, heading straight for the asylum, while Hong Kun remained alone at Fushou Hall, bracing for the long night.

Time flew by. Zhou Huan drove at what felt like breakneck speed. In a blink, the group was fully geared up outside the gates of the mental asylum. Newton was scheduled for the night shift, working a grueling twenty-four-hour rotation. Due to the severe shortage of psychiatric doctors, even the director had to pull overnight duty, only getting a day and a half off when the day shift arrived.

As Zhou Huan arrived, Newton rushed out of the guardhouse.

"Master Zhou, why are you back again?"

"I'm checking on a friend, and I have a matter to attend to!"

Newton looked surprised. "Attending to business? You people are here for business?" He struggled to recall a valid reason for Zhou Huan's return, realizing this visit was definitely purposeful.

"It is business. I need to see your director. It's urgent; there's no time to explain to you. If you want to know, come with me to the director's office to listen," Zhou Huan urged, trying to save time for preparation and gain peace of mind sooner.

Newton blinked his eyes. "Alright, but those people with you..."

"They all come in, and you too. Everyone stays together," Zhou Huan said, pushing Newton toward the director's office.

Newton had no choice but to lead Zhou Huan there. Upon entering, the director was inhaling deeply from a cigarette, puffing away rhythmically.

"Director, hello. I, Zhou Huan, am back!" Zhou Huan's tone was consistently serious, and his expression clearly indicated bad news.

"Master Zhou, welcome back. What brings you here this time..." The director looked behind him, noticing the four people following Zhou Huan. "You've brought so many people. Are you planning to...?"

"I need to stay here tonight. You don't need to clear rooms for us. I want you to summon every patient and every doctor to the main square. Absolutely no one sleeps tonight," Zhou Huan's demand nearly terrified the director to death.

The director maintained a stubbornly resolute expression. "That is absolutely out of the question! How could we possibly manage these patients? What if something happens?"

"If you don't follow my instructions, what happens will be far worse!"

"Hmph!" Zhou Huan's demeanor irritated the director, who slammed a hand on the desk. "Don't think I'll follow your orders just because you are Zhou Huan. What you're suggesting is nonsense. We have nearly a thousand patients and doctors here. Even gathering them all in the square would take two hours. You must understand, psychiatric patients are a special group; they are incredibly hard to manage. If anything actually goes wrong, none of us can bear that responsibility."

"Fine, then let me ask you: if someone dies here tonight, how will you bear that responsibility, especially if it's not just one or two people?"

This piece of information made the director pause in disbelief. He wasn't sure if Zhou Huan was telling the truth, and he began to doubt his own certainty. After all, Zhou Huan was a renowned Master of Longevity (Shoushi); what he usually said was often true. If the outcome was as dire as Zhou Huan suggested, with so many deaths, it might be better to tire himself out slightly and keep the patients subdued.

"This..." The director hesitated!

"What are you hesitating for? Time is money, hurry up and arrange everyone!"

The director considered the logistics. "But how do I explain this later? If the higher-ups come for an inspection, what account can I give?"

Zhou Huan became anxious upon hearing this. He thought the director handled the psychiatric patients well before, but now, when a major issue arose, he hesitated. Out of necessity, Zhou Huan flashed his special duty certificate from the Public Security Bureau. "Just register this, or leave a photocopy. You can find me at Fushou Hall afterward. I will take responsibility for everything!"

In truth, the director was waiting for Zhou Huan to say exactly that; he needed someone to shoulder the blame so he could carry out his duties effectively.

"That settles it. Don't worry, I'll arrange it immediately!" The director turned to Newton. "You have ten minutes to notify every department in the hospital. Find whatever means necessary—no matter what—to quickly move all patients to the garden square. Arrange security. It's just for one night; everyone hold on!" Newton rushed out.

Seeing the director organize things so methodically, Zhou Huan smiled. "You certainly have a clear head!"

The director returned a slight smile. "All in the service of the people!" He then offered Zhou Huan a premium cigarette, and the two began smoking, discussing the necessary precautions for the night.

Before they could finish even one cigarette, Newton sprinted back in from outside, wiping sweat from his brow. "Director, this is bad! Your scientists are collectively attempting suicide! They claim they are preparing to research reincarnation. The other doctors can't handle them—you need to go look right now!"

This was an unforeseen complication. The director's eyebrows shot up; he immediately tossed his unfinished cigarette aside and bolted out the door.

Seeing this, Zhou Huan started to move, then paused. He had deliberately left Shi Bingyuan behind to look after Zhang Hong and the newly added female employee. Carrying only his single Heavenly Silkworm Glove, Zhou Huan rushed out with Dongzi following closely behind.