Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2758 The Thirteenth Day Talk (Part 10)

The scenery is indeed beautiful, the location is indeed remote, and the style is indeed luxurious.

The entire sanatorium is built on a hillside, resulting in numerous slopes and steps.

But it also brings benefits, namely, the layout is more clear at a glance.

After leaving that oppressive building, what immediately caught Fu Qian's attention was the snow-capped peaks of the distant mountains.

Although the sky was already getting dimmer, the light seemed to be refracted in a special way, making the snow-white color almost dazzling.

The sudden openness of the view made it feel as if a sense of tranquility and detachment instantly surged from the top of one's head, cleansing away all evil spirits and demons.

From this perspective, the building behind them is undoubtedly very suitable as a detention room.

No matter how much they are transformed inside, the moment they emerge, it's easy to achieve the impact of living two lives.

Especially from this angle, the entire building does indeed share a similar character.

Despite its exquisite and luxurious exterior, the lighting is extremely limited, as if it were designed to be a giant dark room.

The room I was in just now was a rare spot where I could see outside.

Fortunately, it seems that this is the only place in the entire sanatorium with such an eccentric character; the other buildings are much more normal.

At first glance, the luxurious style is even more impressive, inadvertently conveying an aura that keeps the poor away.

Not surprising, doesn't this just match the temperament of Mrs. Tracy and the others?
Furthermore, poverty is a relative concept. Theoretically, by wearing these clothes, I am also playing the role of a top-tier customer in this place.

Even from this vantage point, one can see rows of exquisite detached residences nestled beneath the tallest main building.

The biggest advantage of paying in advance is that it makes it easy to plan a route.

Not only did it bypass the main building where the attending physician's office is located, but it also took in the scenery along the way.

Of course, even so, in light that isn't dim enough, complete invisibility is still out of the question.

"Did you take the wrong road? Shouldn't you have come here?"

Before he had gone very far, a voice called out to him.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a young woman in a cotton dress staring at them with a puzzled expression.

……

This one does have a bit of a sanatorium vibe.

He didn't mind the other person's overly familiar manner. At that moment, he stopped and silently commented on the person blocking his way.

He had noticed it earlier, of course, but he was surprised that the other party would take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

She looked no older than 25, but her smooth hair was cut very short, not even reaching her shoulders, and held in place with a simple hair clip.

His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Liang Dao, in Fu Qian's view, seems to be someone who shouldn't exist in the mundane world, and the possibility of him striking up a conversation with a passerby is even smaller.

However, as they passed each other, the other person still seemed to notice something, making one feel the trouble of being too popular.

"It looks like it, so I'm trying to get back on the right track."

Before paying, he casually agreed with the other person's statement, and even pointed into the distance, not minding revealing the direction he was going.

"I see. Apart from staff, it's not recommended to approach this place recently."

The result was that the other party's reaction was not intense. After getting an answer, they seemed satisfied and even turned around and walked alongside them while talking.

"But you still came close."

I didn't mind before paying, but I reminded the other person that they seemed to be like me, not wearing staff uniforms either.

"Yes, I also took the wrong turn." The woman with the hair clip was surprisingly sincere, nodding to indicate that she hadn't been questioning him, but rather sharing a similar experience.

"I have this problem: I tend to forget where I'm going."

……

Having an unexpected companion isn't necessarily a bad thing, even though it's not theoretically a bad thing.

There was no questioning of the other party's flimsy reasoning, since he hadn't even given a reason beforehand; he had simply admitted his mistake.

Even though the other party's actions seemed troublesome, for him, who hadn't expected to completely hide his whereabouts anyway, it seemed to be more beneficial than harmful.

"It's not really a problem. In my opinion, the prerequisite for a place to be called a sanatorium is that it can at least accommodate this kind of behavior."

In return, he even casually offered a word of comfort before paying.

"Does Your Excellency really think that way? I've been using that reason to comfort myself."

The woman who was giving out hair clips looked surprised and covered her mouth as she spoke.

Furthermore, although he seemed to have met a kindred spirit, he gave off a more wary vibe.

“This is not a reason, it is a matter of logic; otherwise, the so-called sanatorium is nothing more than a large prison.”

Fu Qian firmly affirmed his opinion, speaking with a relaxed and carefree air, seemingly unconcerned about the future.

Even so, one could still notice the fine scar on the inside of the woman's wrist out of the corner of their eye.

It's clear that this was left behind by certain extreme behaviors, which also makes this person's unique temperament more believable.

It seems only natural that people who have done similar things would be extra wary of the coincidences in their views.

Clearly, she didn't want this lost person to be waiting there specifically to offer her guidance.

Before giving a payment, one can easily empathize with what the other person is showing, but this doesn't prevent the doubts that follow.

This person, who looks like he's been here for quite a while, doesn't even recognize the columnist who once caused a scene at the nursing home?
From the very beginning, she never seemed to question her own identity; even the glances that swept across her face felt hollow.

……

"It sounds like it makes a lot of sense, and I suddenly feel more at ease."

When asked about the payment method, the woman handing out the cards seemed to seriously consider it for a moment, and after a while, her doubts disappeared, and she even smiled.

"I should have listened to Xiu's advice and gone to visit you with everyone."

However, he quickly changed to a look of regret, as if he had missed out on a fortune.

Oh? So the honorifics used earlier weren't just out of politeness?

From this statement, Fu Qian actually gained quite a bit of insight.

It sounds like this young man immediately identified himself as a contestant of considerable status and prestige.

Why? Because I'm playing the role of a contestant with considerable status and position.

"It's okay, there's still time."

Fu Qian glanced down at his clothes, indicating that there was no need to be too disappointed.

"It's getting late, I have to be back before 6 o'clock."

As expected, the woman handing out the hair clip took it as an invitation, though she ultimately declined with an embarrassed smile.

"What happened to your clothes? It looks like they're torn somewhere."

Before Fu Qian could speak, she gestured towards Fu Qian's neckline.

"I almost didn't recognize you just now."