The clinic is not far from the community center. We turned around twice and there we were.

Seriously, it kind of surprised me. Because from the outside, it was a bit small, and compared to the shops next to it, which could almost be enclosed for more than half a street, the clinic was like a thin puppy, lying on its stomach beside the store and panting slightly. I didn't expect it to be quite bright inside, fully equipped, with sufficient beds, a double-storey structure, an independent ward upstairs and-

"An attic?"

Unlike the sunny downstairs, as soon as you enter the attic, the light instantly dims. It was daytime, but I couldn't even see my own palms. However, in the vagueness, you can still see that there are traces of people living here. In the center of the attic is a bed topped by a round glass window, the beams of which are nailed into the shape of a cross. Light from the outside world shines through the dusty glass and onto the white sheets, bringing the room the only source of light.

There was a picture next to the bed, and I picked it up, and with the help of the light through the glass window, I saw that it was a group photo of a man and a woman. This is a blonde woman, born beautifully, her skin is snowing, she is smiling slightly, revealing white teeth, curved eyebrows, like a newborn crescent. The man standing next to her was also handsome, with chestnut curly hair and equally snow-white skin...... Wait, the man in this photo, his skin seems to be a little whiter than the woman next to him, and these facial features, as if he have seen them somewhere......

"Will?"

Marcellus stood at the door and called out to me, and he had just had something to do, so he let me wander around as I pleased.

"Why are you here, call me a good meal."

I smiled apologetically at him, put down the picture, and followed him out.

"Marcellus." I went downstairs with him, "Do you know whose room it was just now?" ”

Marcellus' pace seemed to slow down a little, and he paused, and replied, "It should be...... It's Thompson's. He was in charge of the clinic, so it should be his room. ”

Thompson's......

The man in the photo should also be him?

But—

I had Thompson in my head. The beard, the beer belly, the fine lines and nasolabial folds at the corners of the eyes with a smile, and the oily brain with a high hairline, no matter how you look at it, you can't match the tall, straight, and handsome man in the photo......

"Will?"

Marcellus was calling out to me again. He reached out and shook it in front of my eyes.

"Huh?"

"You seem to have been wandering all the time today."

"Ah, is it?"

"Are you worried about Bolivia?" Marcellus lowered his eyes, then sighed, "I'm sorry for that, too. I'm not completely sure to help you, but I'll do my best. ”

“…… Thank you. But where are you taking me? There is no road left. ”

Before we knew it, we had come to the corner of a consultation room, and in front of us was a snow-white wall, and in front of the wall was a table with a blue square pen holder on it. Marcellus writhed it, and with a rumbling sound, a tunnel entrance opened up to the two of us.

"We're going."

Marcellus's voice was suddenly so close to my ears that I could even feel his breath lingering on the back of my neck.

"It's underground."

At this time, the ring finger of my right hand suddenly became painful and intense.

This is not a good sign.