All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Compared to the old lady's sudden outburst, Sisi's words felt like a heavy hammer striking directly at my head.It hit me so hard that I nearly stumbled sideways.I wasn't the only one surprised; the slightly bent arm in front of me paused for a moment. Stan Wallace gave me a fleeting glance, probably meaning "we'll settle this later."He pushed away the old lady's hand and, before he could speak, the old lady seemed as dazzled by him as Sisi, momentarily stunned.However, her reaction was strange. Her initial surprise turned to fear, and she stammered,"You, you again.""Unfortunate, it's me again," Stan Wallace said, his gaze fixed on the old lady. "This is a new scam tactic. Whether or not you steal money isn't important; the goal is to create a dispute and then get some compensation for mental distress or medical fees."He smiled. "You've already been recorded as a typical case. You might see yourself on the evening news someday, so keep an eye out."As he spoke, he lifted

My health indicators were all normal, and the attending doctor was relaxed, advising me not to put too much mental stress on myself and not to overwork. Then, he asked us to handle the discharge procedures.Only Harley Gunther remained worried, blocking my way while muttering, "I really fear that one day, a big shock will make you fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.""Hope for the best for me," I chuckled, brushing off the topic lightly.In my personal understanding, mental illnesses are more akin to something esoteric. They don't truly take your life like other chronic diseases with substantial physical changes, making you feel death is near. Their tendrils are intangible; when they're gentle, you might even be healthier than a typical person of your age. But when they go wild, they can directly choke your life force, sending you to the afterlife in an instant. Therefore, I mostly avoid their presence, actively cooperating with treatments to keep them in a mild state. Besides

The light from the bedside lamp was dim, and on the cabinet sat a pot of Devil's Ivy with long, sharp leaves.The bed beneath me felt slightly hard.This wasn't home, nor was it at Stan Wallace's place.I wanted to call out, but my throat was so hoarse that I couldn't make a sound. Even my fingertips ached.Suddenly, a long shadow blocked the light from the bedside, and someone slowly sat down on the edge of the bed."Brother."Stan Wallace reached out and touched my cheek with his palm, the warmth and broadness of his touch made me turn my face, sinking deeper into his hand."Does it hurt?" Stan Wallace gently touched my lower lip with his fingertip, where it must have been broken, as it tasted bitter when I licked it.After our reunion, Stan Wallace had always treated me with a distant and indifferent manner, not close, not affectionate. It had been so long since he looked at me with such tenderness, and it had been even longer since I heard such a doting tone. It felt almost

Bai Yan told me that besides the airport manager, Stan Wallace had also been in contact with the police.I felt surprised, but upon reflection, it made sense.Stan Wallace must have used every means possible to find me back then. With the incidents involving Ji Chao and the Other Shore Flower as a starting point, how could he have given up on the police line?"Then... what does he know?" I asked tentatively, my heart filled with unease.Bai Yan stared at the pot of green ivy on the bedside table for a while before slowly saying, "He probably didn't get the answers to the things he wanted to ask about."As she spoke, her expression suddenly turned gloomy."In fact, I know these things because during the early days of the design studio, we were almost always working together day and night. Even if Stan Wallace didn't say anything, I could still pick up on some things."She looked at me with concern, "I'm not sure why you're involved with the police, but I know it must be very dang

When Stan Wallace's voice came through the phone and from behind me at the same time, I suddenly felt a bit disoriented.Ever since my hallucinations had become so real that I could even touch them, I wondered how I would distinguish between them and how I could act like a normal person in the future.Turning around slowly, I stared blankly at Stan Wallace, who had suddenly appeared in front of me. A bone-chilling cold crept up my spine, and my hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.Is the Stan Wallace in front of me real? Or have I deteriorated to the point where even the phone call just now was a hallucination?If Stan Wallace is real, have I already shown signs of my condition? Do I seem strange to him?I really want to make the most of the chance to live, but when faced with an uncontrollable situation, I still feel panic and defeat.I've been taking my medication properly...A blinding white light flashed before my eyes, and as I staggered, my waist was sud