She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 355

Shen Manzhi arrived at the tea house around 11 p.m., and learned that something had happened there. The police had ruled out drug use and alcohol consumption, and preliminarily determined that the suspect had mental health issues.

But most people left, with only a handful staying to continue playing because they didn't care.

Baihu stood at the door with his arms crossed. He was already strong and tall, with thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, making people dare not easily cause trouble in front of him.

Shen Manzhi approached and, seeing his furrowed brow, teased, "You've come here to be my shop's bodyguard?"

"I didn't dare disturb their time together, so I can only act as a free bodyguard."

Shen Manzhi had already walked inside when she heard this and turned her head, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. How about Qingque comes instead?"

Baihu remained unfazed. "Qingque has another important mission."

Shen Manzhi scoffed coldly.

Joking aside, Baihu followed her inside, saying, "The hospital arrangements are all set..."

Shen Manzhi raised her hand to stop him, "Let me finish dealing with things here first, then you can find a place to sit for a while."

"Row."

"Don't drink, you'll be driving later."

The white tiger, who was about to strike the hour, was speechless.

Drink a little... and you can still drive, right? It's always been like this before, hasn't it?
Shen Manzhi pulled her hood down and went to the backstage dressing room.

On the way here, I received a surveillance video from He Jia. The person involved entered the tea house at around 8:40 and ordered a few bottles of wine. At that time, the dance floor was lively, and the man's behavior was normal. His emotions rose and fell with the music and the crowd, and he even stood up and swayed.

Less than twenty minutes later, his body began to stiffen. After about half a minute, as if he had suddenly gone mad, he stood up stiffly and splashed the drinks on the round table onto the ground, startling the people nearby who screamed.

Then he pulled out a knife from somewhere on his person and began to wave it wildly around, his expression sometimes stiff, sometimes laughing hysterically, as if he were drunk or having a fit of madness.

The lighting inside the building was inconsistent, and when the front and back doors were closed, it was impossible to see any suspicious people around.

He didn't hurt anyone, so he seems to still have some sense.

He Jia said someone filmed the video, and that Mr. Qin's contact person blocked the media from reporting it.

Ah Fei and the others who had stayed at the barbecue restaurant didn't know what had happened, but seeing that Jia Ge looked serious when he left, they discussed it and rushed back together.

After understanding the whole story, the group sat together, looking worried, and didn't notice the person who had walked over.

Shen Manzhi leaned against the door, raised her hand and knocked on the open door with her finger, asking in a slightly teasing tone, "Did you eat bitter melon tonight? Why do you all have such a long face?"

The sound instantly brought the silent crowd back to reality.

"Sister Zhi."

Chen Lin got up first and pulled over a stool for her.

Ah Fei was lying on the table, calling her in a drawn-out tone, like he was being affectionate. If he had a tail, it would be hanging dejectedly on the ground right now.

Shen Manzhi took off her gloves, walked over, patted He Jia on the shoulder, and glanced at everyone's expressions. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue was taken aback when he saw the bandage wrapped around her left hand. "You're injured?"

Seeing the tense expressions on their faces, Shen Manzhi smiled and said, "It's alright."

Ah Fei breathed a sigh of relief and reflected, "We shouldn't have been so focused on going out for dinner that we neglected the safety management of the tea house. If someone had stayed at the shop, this serious incident wouldn't have happened."

Shen Manzhi smiled, took off her coat and hung it up, then hooked a chair over and sat down. "Are you planning to fight him one-on-one?"

Ah Fei pursed his lips, knowing she was trying to ease the tension, but deep down he still felt he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility as a member of the tea house.

Chen Lin rubbed his head. "We were a little careless."

Jiang Yue poured Shen Manzhi a glass of warm water.

“I was in the store,” Shen Manzhi sighed inwardly, seeing how down they were. “If we’re really talking about responsibility, if I hadn’t wandered off, this serious thing wouldn’t have happened.”

Ah Fei looked up, "Sister Zhi..."

Shen Manzhi flicked his curly hair. "Alright, since this has already happened, learning from the experience is the first priority. Right now, calming the customers down and rebuilding the tea house's credibility is the most important thing."

After speaking, she looked at He Jia and asked, "Were all the customers who came tonight registered in detail?"

“Yes,” He Jia handed her the notebook on the table, “I’ve left the customers’ names and phone numbers.”

Shen Manzhi glanced through the cards, took out one, and placed it on the table. "Since everyone's here, let's work together. Contact the customer, negotiate compensation, and try to finish before midnight."

Jiang Yue asked, "Were any customers injured?"

"Fortunately, nothing happened," Shen Manzhi said, taking off her binder and distributing the forms to the contact person. "However, everyone is here to have fun. This incident is indeed due to our poor security work, which disturbed the customers. We should compensate them for their emotional distress."

Ah Fei understood, opened his Alipay app on his phone, and said, "Then I'll contribute one too."

Shen Manzhi smiled and said, "Save your money for getting married."

Afei said awkwardly, "That's enough, okay?" He Jia smiled and said, "Your sister Zhi has plenty of money."

That's what he said, but when he asked Shen Manzhi to watch the surveillance footage alone, he returned the card to her, saying, "I'll pay for this."

Shen Manzhi lowered her eyes and smiled. She could see what everyone was thinking. They felt that they were part of the tea house, but they all felt that they had not contributed anything.

So she stood up briskly and said, "I have to go now. I'll leave this big project of contacting customers to you. I'll provide the money, and you can provide the labor. Thank you all for your hard work."

Upon hearing this, everyone silently picked up the forms and started working.

Shen Manzhi had no intention of suppressing the news; she would handle it as it should be handled.

However, since the incident occurred on the day of the event, the negative impact on the tea house might be even greater.

She wouldn't change her approach based on how serious the situation became, but she hadn't expected Qin Yanfeng to think of this and avoid further losses in advance.

I wonder if the wound on his back still hurts.

Just as she was about to take out her phone, Baihu, with his sharp eyes, darted to her side and asked, "Shall we leave now?"

Shen Manzhi put away her phone and headed towards the back door. "Let's go."

We arrived near Huaicheng Mental Health Center around midnight.

Baihu spent all the time away from Shen Manzhi investigating the hospital's activities. Everything was normal during the day, but vehicles started entering and leaving around 1 a.m.

He planted informants inside the hospital and discovered that those who entered in the early morning were all wearing white cleanroom suits and heading to Zone C, which is a high-level controlled area.

The intern nurses who worked there previously mentioned that the mental patient in the second case was directly taken to Zone C, which is very likely where they conducted experiments.

"I got the hospital's floor plan."

Baihu gave her a paper map and also sent her a copy via messaging. "However, this is the initial architectural plan. It's uncertain whether it has been modified later. It's possible that there are basements or partitions."

Shen Manzhi took it and examined it carefully, memorizing the terrain in a short time.

"The circled area is where you'll be going in later. Turning right will take you directly to the backyard of Area C."

Shen Manzhi folded the blueprints and handed them back to him, saying, "I understand."

In the suburbs, the two walked along the low brick and tile alley. The uneven cobblestone path was a bit uncomfortable, and they walked more slowly the closer they got to the white-walled and black-tiled buildings.

Baihu silently counted the banyan trees along the roadside, squatted down in a corner, glanced at the time, and whispered, "It's 11:45 now. There will be patrols outside the compound every half hour. I can't stay here."

Shen Manzhi leaned against the tree, already dressed in a black combat uniform, with a black bag slung around her narrow waist. She glanced at the height of the wall.

Without video recording or monitoring, she can only determine whether the patients in Zone C exhibit symptoms consistent with experimental subjects and decide on the next steps by personally observing their condition. Moreover, things are progressing too rapidly; she needs to obtain evidence as soon as possible.

"Does that mean I have to wait until after 1 a.m. to see those people or find the place where they are conducting their experiments?"

Baihu stood up. "They might arrive ten or twenty minutes early, not necessarily on time. But you can't stay inside for too long. Once this group goes in, the hospital's security will be tightened, making it easy to be exposed. You also need to avoid coming out on the hour."

Infiltrating the hospital should have been a simple matter, but there was almost nothing unusual during the day, and they would even clear out unrelated personnel at night, while the entire area would be under stricter control after midnight.

She needs to get to the hospital in between.

Shen Manzhi gently clenched her hand. Beneath her black gloves, her palm, which had been pierced by shards of glass, throbbed slightly. "Go wait for me in the car."

After all, she might not necessarily come out from here.

Baihu nodded. "Psychological counseling room number 3 on the second floor of Zone C is a safe place. Also, please contact me if there is any danger."

He spoke his last sentence very solemnly, and Shen Manzhi glanced at him and smiled, "No need to worry."

Baihu clasped his hands together and had her step on his palms to climb onto the wall.

Seeing her nimbly flip over the wall, avoiding the sharp hairs, he breathed a sigh of relief and left in the opposite direction.

In the moonless night, only a blurry view remained. Just past midnight, nothing unusual had happened in the hospital. Some areas were dimly lit, while others were completely dark.

Shen Manzhi recalled the hospital map. The areas of A and B, which were eight stories high, were almost completely dark. It must have been during the break time, with only the duty room on the first floor lit up.

From her perspective, she shouldn't be able to see that much, but Area C is located on a high point, and she was standing on a slope, so she could see most of the buildings.

Is there really a basement?
Entering through the main entrance was not an option, so Shen Manzhi walked around half of the buildings in Zone C before finally finding the ventilation window of the restroom.

Perhaps due to years of neglect, the corridor lights, covered in a thick layer of dust, appeared even dimmer. The draft blowing through the corridor made a whistling sound, passing by my ears and causing the lampshade above my head to sway.

Shen Manzhi went straight to the second floor, stood against the wall at the corner of the corridor, and looked into the deep corridor. The doors on both sides were tightly closed, and the corridor was empty.

She tentatively moved quietly to the nearest room and looked through the observation window. Light and shadow fell on the floor and spread to the single bed, where she could vaguely see the patient lying asleep.

I looked at several rooms, and they were all like that.

Although mental illness patients may have difficulty falling asleep at night due to their symptoms, hospitals also provide targeted psychological treatment or medication to help them fall asleep.

But Shen Manzhi felt that it was a bit too normal, after all, Zone C was a so-called high-level controlled area.

She walked a little further in, and the corridor lights became even dimmer. She turned slightly to avoid blocking the faint light shining into the room, and just as she turned her head to look inside, she met a pair of eyes.