Chapter 68 I have a mental illness, so killing someone is not illegal.

The cheers gradually subsided, and in the air, apart from that suffocating stench (coming from the septic tank), there was also a pervasive, strange awkwardness.

It was a complex emotion, an intertwining of the euphoria after winning the battle and the anxiety of facing the serious crime of "assaulting a superior."

"Rebellion! This is a real rebellion!"

The few remaining attendants of the inspection team finally recovered from their shock.

One of them, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked like the deputy, tremblingly raised the recorder in his hand, his face pale but forcing himself to remain calm.

"Jiang Chen! You are committing premeditated murder of a high-ranking Federal official! This is treason! According to Article 72 of the 'Federal Martial Dao Law,' you should be executed on the spot!"

He waved his hand, and the remaining black-clad bodyguards, though afraid, were compelled by duty to bite the bullet and surround him, aiming their weapons at Jiang Chen.

"Kneel down and put your hands on your head immediately! Otherwise, we will open fire!"

The atmosphere tightened once again.

Lei Heng frowned and was about to order the garrison to protect him, but was stopped by Jiang Chen raising his hand.

Jiang Chen stood there, wearing those ridiculous spongebob pajamas, his feet clad in those dirty slippers.

Facing the dark gun barrels, not only was he not in the slightest bit flustered, but he slowly reached his hand into the wide pocket of his pajamas.

"Don't be nervous, I don't hit people."

Jiang Chen's voice remained lazy, "I am a very reasonable person, and I am very law-abiding. Since you want to talk to me about the law, then let's talk about the law."

The deputy sneered, "Want to beg for mercy now? Too late! The evidence is solid; what else do you have to say?"

Jiang Chen fumbled in his pocket for a long time.

Finally, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that was even stained with a bit of grease (possibly accidentally gotten while eating breakfast just now).

He shook the paper and displayed it in front of everyone.

"Can you read? Read it."

The deputy looked at it subconsciously.

He saw that the heading of the paper was clearly stamped with the bright red official seal of the "Imperial Capital First Mental Health Center."

【Diagnostic Certificate】

【Patient Name: Jiang Chen】

【Diagnosis Result: Severe Intermittent Bed-Rising Mania (accompanied by persecutory delusions and violent tendencies).】

【Doctor's Orders: This patient's nerves are extremely fragile, especially when deep sleep is interrupted, he will enter a dissociative state called "Nightmare Rampage." In this state, the patient cannot control his own behavior and does not possess criminal capacity. Suggestion: Do not disturb!】

As the deputy read on, his voice grew smaller and smaller, and the cold sweat on his forehead grew more and more.

"What... what is this nonsense?!"

The deputy felt his intelligence was being insulted, "Bed-rising mania? And severe? You're trying to fool ghosts!"

"What? You don't believe it?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the side with an innocent face, "This is officially certified. If you don't believe me, ask my attending physician."

The direction he pointed was exactly where Mu Qingxue was.

The eyes of the entire audience instantly focused on Mu Qingxue.

This ice goddess, who was always known for her rigor, had the corner of her mouth twitch slightly at this moment.

She remembered now; this was the medical note Jiang Chen had forced the school doctor to write for him during the entrance physical examination to avoid morning exercises. She had scolded Jiang Chen for it back then; she hadn't expected this bastard to have kept it all this time and to have brought it out at a time like this?

Looking at Jiang Chen's "You must cooperate with me" expression, Mu Qingxue took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses, and brought out acting skills on the level of an Oscar-winning actress.

"Ahem."

Mu Qingxue was expressionless, her voice cold and professional:

"That's correct. As Jiang Chen's mentor and guardian, I can attest to it. His condition... is very serious. Once he has an episode, he recognizes no relatives. Inspector Cao insisted on provoking him while the patient was in an episode; this constitutes... suicidal behavior."

"According to Federal law, damage caused by a mentally ill person during an episode is exempt from criminal punishment and only requires civil compensation."

Mu Qingxue spouted nonsense with a straight face, "Of course, if Inspector Cao needs compensation, we can pay him some medical expenses. Is five hundred dollars enough?"

The entire crowd was dumbfounded.

Lei Heng almost laughed out loud; this Teacher Mu usually looked serious, but he hadn't expected that when she cooperated with Jiang Chen, she was also quite dark-hearted!

"You... you guys colluded!"

The deputy was furious, his hand pointing at Jiang Chen trembling, "I don't believe it! There's no such illness! I want to appeal! I want to..."

"What do you want?"

Jiang Chen suddenly stepped forward, his eyes instantly becoming hollow, and a strange smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"I feel like... my condition is about to flare up again. Do you want to come and try?"

【Ding! Cooperating with the host's acting, activating "Mental Deterrence" special effect.】

Boom!

A cold, purple Qi instantly wrapped around Jiang Chen's body, and in the shadow behind him, it seemed as if countless tentacles were twisting and dancing.

"Ah!"

The deputy let out a strange cry in fear, sat down on the ground with a thud, and even dropped the recorder in his hand.

"A lunatic! He really is a lunatic!"

[Act 3: The Wretchedness of a Beaten Dog]

Just at this moment, from the septic tank not far away, came a sound of splashing water.

A hand covered in yellow filth struggled to climb onto the edge of the pit.

"Ugh..."

Cao Tian finally climbed up.

At this moment, where was there any trace of the Inspector's majesty?

His whole body was covered in indescribable objects, his face was bruised black and blue (from slapping himself), and he was emitting a sickening stench.

"Save... save me..."

Cao Tian lay on the ground, retching while calling for help.

But the surrounding soldiers not only didn't come forward to help, but instead uniformly took three steps back, and some even pinched their noses, looking disgusted.

"Inspector!"

The deputy endured the nausea and rushed over, wanting to help Cao Tian up, but was almost knocked unconscious by the stench on his body, "Are... are you okay?"

"Go... quickly go..."

Cao Tian didn't even dare to look at Jiang Chen. The fear of having his Soul dominated just now had already been deeply engraved into his marrow. He only wanted to leave this godforsaken place and leave this terrifying lunatic right now!

"Jiang Chen... we'll see..."

Cao Tian made a harsh threat in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't even dare to let out a fart, and with the support of his subordinates, he fled towards the airship as miserably as a stray dog.

Watching the backs of the inspection team fleeing in panic, a burst of laughter erupted within the fortress again.

"Hahaha! This is a Federal Inspector? Nothing special!"

"Brother Chen is still the best! A mental illness certificate can even be used as a 'get-out-of-jail-free card'!"

"Learned it, learned it, I'll go get one when I go back!"

The farce ended.

Jiang Chen put away the crumpled "get-out-of-jail-free card," his body swayed, and the spirit he had been forcing himself to maintain instantly collapsed.

"So tired..."

He turned around, looked at Lei Heng and Mu Qingxue behind him, and revealed a weak smile.

"Um... Regiment Commander Lei, the battle is over, and the flies have been shooed away. Shouldn't we talk about business now?"

Lei Heng was stunned: "What business?"

Jiang Chen rubbed his fingers, his eyes flashing with the gleam of a miser:

"The loot! I was the one who crushed that big gorilla; its blood essence, demon core, and that hide should all belong to me, right?"

"Also... just now to save everyone, my Mental Energy was seriously overdrawn, and I need a lot of supplements. I want to eat meat! I want to eat the highest-grade Beast Emperor meat!"

Lei Heng looked at this youth who was playing the fool one second and started calculating profits the next, and shook his head helplessly.

"Fine, fine, fine! It all belongs to you! You can pick whatever you want from the entire fortress's inventory!"

Lei Heng waved his big hand, heroic and cloud-sweeping, "We're holding a victory banquet tonight! A whole lamb banquet! No, a whole beast banquet! Um... who's going to dig out the corpse of that Demon Ape? Be careful, don't ruin the hide; that's Grandmaster Jiang's loot!"

"Oh yeah!"

Little Fatty Chen cheered, his drool almost falling down, "Beast Emperor meat! That's a great supplement! Brother Chen, I'll show you my skills tonight and make 'Braised Demon Ape Paw'!"

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction, his body went limp, and he fell backward extremely naturally.

Mu Qingxue was quick-eyed and fast-handed, catching him in one go.

"Again?" Mu Qingxue gritted her teeth, but still let Jiang Chen lean on her.

"Can't help it, Teacher." Jiang Chen closed his eyes and whispered in her ear, "Acting just now was too tiring; now I'm really out of battery. Lending me a shoulder to lean on, and by the way... I want to drink some hot soup."

Mu Qingxue looked at his pale face, and the anger in her heart immediately dissipated by half.

"Got it... you glutton."

She supported Jiang Chen and walked towards the camp under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Behind them were the cheering soldiers and the busy figures cleaning up the battlefield.

In this battle, the name of Jiang Chen was destined to resound throughout the entire Northern Territory, and even... spread back to the Imperial Capital.

It's just that I don't know if those people hiding in the dark corners will be so angry that they won't be able to sleep after hearing this news?

Jiang Chen didn't know, and he didn't care.

He only wanted to find a comfortable place quickly, hug his pillow (or something else soft), and have a good sleep.

After all, for the Sleep God, nothing is more important than sleeping.

If there is, it is to have a good sleep.