Beichuan Si spent the rest of the time resting.
Although staying up all night wasn't a big deal for him, considering what had to be done tonight, Beichuan Si thought it best to be well-rested.
With intentional sleep compression, time quickly passed, and night arrived in an instant.
Beichuan Si put on his headset and pushed open the ward door.
For some reason, tonight seemed exceptionally cold, and the corridor was unusually quiet, exuding an eerie sensation of deathly stillness.
Considering the possibility of the vengeful spirit of the shovel appearing anywhere, Suzuki Fumi decided to withdraw all the night shift doctors and nurses to give Beichuan Si better room to maneuver.
Beichuan Si, carrying a backpack and holding a flashlight, strolled inside the second psychiatric hospital.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop...
The crisp sound of footsteps broke into strange echoes.
The white walls spread forward, seemingly endless on this eerie night.
