Still avoiding the most intense moment of the sun, Zach hit the road. Because Benjamin wasn't interested in chatting with Poch Quinn, Zach was alone.

Perhaps for historical reasons, Barton's urban pattern has been fixed, and Herman's factory on the border between the north and south districts is a dividing line.

To the north of the border is what the city builders expected the city to be, but there are also abandoned places like the Paisian district and the southeast of the North District. To the south of the border, there are things that do not want to disturb the thriving urban development, such as prisons, such as farms, such as the 'abnormal human treatment center' - [Fermingo Sanatorium].

Instead of turning onto Route 27, Zach drove a short distance west and headed straight north, and if Zach remembered correctly, the sanatorium was at the end of the road.

Zach remembered correctly, when the flat fields were blocked by green trees, and the road changed from dirt to dirt and gravel, and then to gravel paved gravel, the sanatorium signs appeared in Zack's field of vision. With the sound of crosses squeezing and rubbing against each other, Zach took control of the direction and drove into the nursing home.

Mrs. Quinn came to visit her grandson because she had obtained the diary that Zach had returned, and she didn't know what she was thinking. It was certainly not pleasant, but at least it alerted Mrs. Quinn. We all know that Pochi is not really mentally problematic, but he has temporarily lost his judgment under the torment of a series of incomprehensible things.

The 'captivity' of more than two months without life freedom has begun to make him reflect, and reflection does not mean repentance, so Zack's visit is actually after-sales service.

Although Mrs. Quinn has restricted Pochi's contact with the outside world, after discovering Pochi's living conditions, this young man who has no outlet at all really has a tendency to go crazy, and Mrs. Quinn does not want him to really explode and start spreading 'rumors'.

Driving into the front yard of the nursing home, hidden in the shadows of the trees, Zach frowned, and he saw a car that he didn't want to see. This car once came to Grande and brought Grande Grande's circle of Nou Rippet.

Zach frowned, got behind the wheel, and drove to the parking space as instructed by the signage. Quest heard voices behind him, and even if he ignored the clattering of the gravel road, he couldn't ignore the hum of the old wagon's engine, and his face was gloomy as he looked at the dirty body in the rearview mirror.

When the two cars were parked side by side, Zach supported the passenger with one hand, propped up his body, leaned out of the right window, and waved his left hand, "What a coincidence." ”

Before Quest could say anything, Zach had already retracted himself, and the height advantage of the van made Quest unable to see anything. Moments later, the lacklustre door bearings made a slight, shrill sound, ending with the roar of metal impact.

Quest had already seen Zach's head and half of his upper body exposed from the front of the van through the front window, and he walked to the front of the sanatorium without looking back. The liness of the stone steps made Quest couldn't help but punch his steering wheel.

Of course, he used his left hand, and now his right hand is bandaged like a zongzi.

Zach rang the bell on the reception counter, and when the middle-aged female nurse appeared, Zach said expressionlessly, "Grande, I'm here to visit Pochi Quinn." ”

This is not the hotel front desk, and the other party is not the staff serving Zack, smiling?

The other party glanced at Zack without expression, didn't say anything, picked up the phone, and after saying a few words, coldly asked Zack to wait here.

The gap wasn't long, nor was it short, and the distracted vampire began to wonder why Quest was here. The door separating the reception from the real main body of the building was pushed open, and a muscular-looking male nurse glanced at Zach, "Grande?"

Zach nodded.

"Stuff. The other party really didn't waste a word, and casually took the wooden box handed by the female nurse who received it and put it in front of Zack.

Zach frowned as he looked at the wooden boxes that were clearly someone else's, "How do you tell which things are mine?"

"Don't you know yourself? The male nurse replied coldly, and he didn't mean to change the box.

Zach shook his head slightly and began to remove the small accessories from his body. Belts, pocket watches, sunglasses, wine bottles, wallets, ...... Then carefully unslew a strangely shaped bead necklace in the wooden box, make an empty space, and put your belongings in.

The male nurse pursed her lips and handed back the wooden box, motioning for Zach to open her arms. Zach frowned and did so, the other party's palm slashed over his body, and nodded, "Follow me." ”

It's a strange saying that a nursing home is much smaller than it looks from the outside, and no one would describe a building that way. However, in contrast to the woods on the outside and the corridor on the inside, which is about to turn two steps away, the space here is very crowded.

Zach followed behind the male guard, and he could clearly feel that the relative straight-line distance between the two of them was only twenty meters, and these twenty meters were still shortening!

It was like a spiral labyrinth with countless forks in the road, and the vampire's hearing could hear the sounds of people chatting in the strangely arranged rooms. The entire floor is a rest and office for medical staff. The real subject, in the upper and lower floors.

The male guard pushed open a door in front of him, revealing the stairwell that spiraled up and down. Like anyone who sees a vertical spiral, Zach habitually looked up and had two layers of the main body on it.

Looking at the people in white hospital gowns, curiously leaning out of the handrails of the guardrail, bending over and smiling, Zach looked up and guessed irresponsibly that the direction they were moving was down.

The male nurse frowned and picked up the whistle on his chest, his cheeks quickly puffed out and retracted, and the shrill sound made Zach rub his ears. And the guy who had just been smirking at this side was already like a frightened rabbit, retracted his body, and squatted down.

Zach watched amusementously as he pinched his ears and crouched behind the rotating guardrail supported by brown wooden pillars, leaning against the wooden pillars, not through the gaps between the pillars, but cowering and poking out half of his head above the handrails, looking cautiously at this side.

The position of his body behind the guardrail was so funny that Zach shook his head with a smile and followed the male nurse who no longer cared about the guy.

Spinning down, the light gradually dimmed, and the pale blue emergency lights did not provide much light, until the male nurse pushed open a door again, and the light was sufficient. Artificial lighting has completely replaced sunlight, and the layout of the interior of the building is finally clear.

It's not a basement, because the stone steps in front of the sanatorium raise the first floor, and to be honest, Zach doesn't quite understand the point of such a construction.

In the relatively wide hallway, the two kept moving forward, and Zach inevitably looked left and right at the white rooms with curiosity. Occasionally, a strong male guard pulls a bound and struggling person out of the room, and Zach can see that the walls seem to be covered with thick cushions, and the floor is covered with elastic black rubber.

I wonder if the designer James admired was looking for inspiration from this mental hospital, the strong contrast of colors and the hedge of soft and hard textures.

"Don't look around. The male nurse in front of him glanced at Zach, "They can bite." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow and looked at the people walking past him, black leather masks over their mouths. In fact, the biggest function of this mask is to prevent saliva from flowing from the mouth of the card owner. Zach guessed maliciously.

The slight sound of the impact came from somewhere, different from the continuous soft sound of the soles of the shoes of the two walking on the concrete floor, dull and short, mixed with the sound of human gasps and struggles. Zack looked curiously at the voice, but the male guard in front of him stopped, and they had reached the end of the corridor.

"It's here. "The male guard looked into a white room, opened the door, and the other male guard, who had been sitting there in the first place, stood up, holding a restraint suit in his hand, very much in line with the restricted 'class' equipment of the human body.

Zach entered the hut belonging to Pochi Quin after the two male guards, and smiled as the two strong men pressed Poki to the bed, forcibly put on a restraint suit, and the brown leather belt, only about 30 centimeters long, was pulled out of an open slap-sized warehouse door in the corner of the wall and fastened to Pochi's back.

After some violence, the two male guards coldly dropped a sentence, "An hour." Then he left and closed the door. Pochi Wolf bèi leaned in the soft corner of the bed, leaning against the equally soft wall, legs limp apart and picking at the edge of the bed.

"Are you refreshed?" Pochi's disheveled hair pressed against his forehead, and he didn't seem to have any intention of sitting up, and even if he did, with his hands completely restrained now, it would be a little difficult, and it would only be more wolfish. So he just looked at Zach crookedly.

Zach smiled and shook his head and walked over to Pochi, "I don't have that hobby. His hand pressed directly against Pochi, who wanted to struggle, and frowned at the lock behind Pochi, "Sorry, you need a key to unlock." ”

The man who invented this thing must have been a genius, and Zach ignored Pock's resistance, grabbed the tight belt on his body, pulled him up, straightened him, and stood in the corner.

It's a pity that there is nothing in such a room except for the bed, and naturally there are no chairs. Zach looked soft, but couldn't sit down and frown at Pochy's bed. Turning around, I subconsciously wanted to knock on the door, but found that my fingers were wrapped in a soft thick pad, and I couldn't make any knocking sound at all.

"How do you call people?" Zach asked as if to himself.

"Shout!" Poch seemed to answer Zach's question.

Zach raised an eyebrow, and when he turned his head, his eyes were already red, "You come to call." ”

"Ahh