Out of principle of recycling, Li Cheng tied together the two sleeves of the straitjacket, hung it in front of him, and used it as a makeshift backpack to store file folders, papers, and such props.
Additionally, he tied scraps of cloth around his fists, serving as makeshift knuckle protectors for his wrists.
He ascended the stairs to the first floor, his mind racing, "The mission brief mentioned that William entered Saint Elizabeth Mental Hospital with some unspeakable purpose, while his medical record indicated schizophrenia.
The question arises, is he really ill, or is it feigned?
In this worldview, do rat-men truly exist, or does Scaven only appear as a rat in William's perspective—because he suffers from kleptomania?"
Unable to find the answer to this question in the short term, Li Cheng shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and proceeded to the second floor of the hospital.
