Alien Hotel.

Chapter 503 Sudden Turn
The sanatorium corridor was brightly lit, and the faint smell of air freshener could be smelled from time to time. Yu Sheng carried a small doll and followed behind the "director" with Little Red Riding Hood. Occasionally, Secret Service personnel would appear in the corridor and stop to greet the "director," who would respond politely and friendly.

Everything seemed so "normal"—if you ignored the fact that the dean himself was a goldfish.

The tall figure, over two meters high, walked ahead, a series of tiny bubbles rising from the fish tank on his shoulder. The goldfish in the tank swam slowly, his gaze occasionally falling on Yu Sheng.

"You seem very curious about this place?" the goldfish asked.

To be honest, Yu Sheng always felt a little uneasy whenever the fish spoke in that lazy, magnetic voice—the last time he felt this way was when he first met "King" and heard the kitten speak in Zhao Zhongxiang's voice...

“I was just a little surprised,” Yu Sheng said quickly, though the fish’s voice was a bit unsettling. “I thought this special… ‘mental hospital’ would be more oppressive, or rather, more strictly controlled. That’s what I thought when I looked at this building from the outside. But I didn’t expect it to be so relaxing inside.”

“It’s not wise to put a group of psychics who already have mental problems in a stressful environment,” the goldfish swam in the water, its almost transparent fins seeming to stir up phantoms. “My job is to get those psychics on the verge of losing control back on track as much as possible—or at least prevent their condition from worsening, not to put them in a prison. As for your talk of strict control…”

The goldfish suddenly blew a bubble, and the bubble reflected the ever-changing expressions on faces.

"The controls here are certainly very strict. The entire sanatorium operates according to the standards of a high-level containment facility—you have no doubt about Baili Qing's capabilities in this regard. However, strict control measures and a relaxed and comfortable living environment are not contradictory. The former is for safety, and the latter is also for safety."

"How is that 'Sun Chen' doing here?" Little Red Riding Hood suddenly asked.

“‘Sun Chen’… is a very special ‘patient’,” the director paused slightly when mentioning the name, but quickly resumed his normal pace. “He is the only ‘patient’ who came here voluntarily while fully conscious, and according to the rules of the sanatorium, ‘normal’ people like him are not allowed to be admitted in principle…”

"So that guy named Sun Chen wasn't crazy after all, right?" Little Red Riding Hood's eyes widened, then she paused, "He's not supposed to stay here, so how did he manage to get in?"

“The doctor he spoke to is insane,” the dean said.

Yu Sheng & Little Red Riding Hood: "...?"

Eileen couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean the doctor's gone mad?"

“Literally,” the director said unhurriedly, “According to the rules, even if a seemingly normal person has no problems, once they enter this building and submit an admission application, even if they do not meet the admission criteria, they must undergo a basic inquiry and examination by a psychiatrist before they can leave the sanatorium. So I arranged for a doctor to do that. They talked for twenty minutes, during which Sun Chen underwent a simple hypnotic questioning and a ‘psychological puncture’ examination. Twenty minutes later, the automatic alarm in the ward was triggered.”

"When I arrived, the psychiatrist in charge of the examination was writing symbols and extremely incomprehensible sentences on the wall over and over again. He was completely unable to communicate, while the 'patient' was fast asleep on the examination bed next to him."

"The good news is that the psychiatrist only experienced a temporary bout of madness and recovered after a week of treatment. The bad news is that he has no memory of what happened in the ward at the time and cannot explain the meaning of the symbols he wrote during his period of mental instability."

“After that, ‘Sun Chen’ was placed in the second-highest level ward in the entire Jinglin Sanatorium, and to this day, he still behaves like a… completely conscious and normal person.”

"Why is it the second highest containment level?" Eileen suddenly asked, the little doll's focus clearly different from the others. "Such a bizarre situation shouldn't he be locked up in the highest containment level place? The doctors are going crazy!"

The tall figure stopped, and in the fish tank that served as its head, the little goldfish slowly turned around: "My room has the highest containment level in this facility."

Eileen thought for a moment: "...Wow."

Yu Sheng remained silent, and after hearing the "dean's" account of the situation, he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he suddenly broke the silence: "So, Sun Chen himself isn't crazy, but there's some kind of 'thing' inside him?"

“Perhaps, but even the psychiatrists sent by the Secret Service are helpless. For months, our ‘treatment’ of Sun Chen has made no progress,” the director slowly began. “On the other hand, patients like him who are ‘strange’ are not uncommon here. This sanatorium gathers nearly half of the ‘patients with difficult and complicated diseases’ among the psionicists in the border region. We don’t have unlimited manpower and resources to analyze the strange things about him.”

"So now I'm very curious, why did our Director Baili suddenly issue a special visitation permit, allowing you to come and see this patient—what's happening 'outside'?"

Yu Sheng raised his head and stared intently at the goldfish in the fish tank. The goldfish looked back at him curiously.

Clearly, although this "entity" generated from the sanatorium is now a "special partner" of the Secret Service and controls the entire Jinglin Sanatorium, Baili Qing has not told it about the Goddess of Omens. "Oh, it seems this is a secret," the goldfish suddenly shifted its gaze, "Then I won't ask."

This straightforward attitude caught Yu Sheng off guard: "Uh, I thought you would be more curious."

“Cats are curious, goldfish aren’t—goldfish just want to avoid the gaze from outside the fish tank,” a lazy, magnetic female voice said slowly, then the “entity” stopped in its tracks. “It’s just ahead, that room with the blue door…”

"puff--"

A strange, slight muffled sound suddenly reached Yu Sheng's ears, like the sound of something expanding to its limit and then exploding.

Everyone instinctively paused, the dean's words were abruptly interrupted, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose, and then Yu Sheng heard a cry of alarm: "Oh no!"

The next second, he saw the tall figure, over two meters tall, suddenly rush out, the goldfish spinning rapidly in the fish tank—the "Dean" rushed to the blue door and threw a punch.

With a loud bang, the seemingly sturdy and heavy door was smashed to pieces by the "Dean," and immediately afterward, a strong smell of blood filled everyone's noses.

Little Red Riding Hood reacted instantly; the strong smell of blood made even a pair of wolf ears pop out from under her hair—then she grabbed Yu Sheng and rushed towards the ward at the end of the corridor.

The scene in the ward confirmed Yu Sheng's ominous premonition.

In a spacious single hospital room, a corpse dressed in a shirt and trousers sat at a desk by the window. The corpse's head was gone, and a large amount of blood was splattered around it, even reaching the high ceiling. The entire room was almost covered with horrifying bloodstains and splattered tissue fragments.

Even Little Red Riding Hood, who was used to all sorts of terrifying scenes and bizarre events, gasped involuntarily and bristled for a moment when she saw this.

"Holy crap..." Yu Sheng's expression wasn't much better. The shock of the horrific scene before him and the sudden interruption of clues at a crucial moment made him frown instantly. And the next moment, he suddenly noticed something else at the scene besides the bloodstains—

The walls, the floor, and even the bed sheets and blankets are covered with dense symbols, numbers, and geometric shapes.

The dazzling characters filled almost every visible inch of the room. Some were written with a pen, while others showed obvious signs of being carved on with something after the pen broke. Some even contained suspicious bloodstains. The dense, chaotic symbols and unrecognizable characters were crowded together, layer upon layer, as if written on one layer after another. Even just a glance was enough to make one dizzy, and even give one a sense of being surrounded by noisy words.

Little Red Riding Hood instantly pulled a sanity blocker from her bag and injected herself with it.

The first "dean" to rush into the room had already taken out a strange little device from his coat and quickly pressed a button on it. Yu Sheng heard a slight vibration coming from below the room. Immediately afterwards, the view outside the glass window on the other side of the ward began to darken rapidly—thick cement-like material spread upwards from the windowsill like living mud, beginning to seal off the entire ward.

After completing the emergency lockdown, the "dean" quickly went to the headless corpse next to the desk.

The "goldfish" swam out of the fish tank.

The fish tank itself was completely sealed, with no openings on the spherical glass container. But at that moment, the goldfish seemed to become a phantom, silently penetrating the solid glass tank. It swayed its tail in the air, swimming slowly through the air, as if collecting something. It circled the corpse twice, and then quickly returned to the fish tank.

“It won’t work,” the goldfish said, “their spirituality is dissipating very quickly…”

But before it could finish speaking, Yu Sheng interrupted it: "I'll do it!"

The next second, Yu Sheng pressed his hand directly onto the pool of blood closest to him.

"Come and talk to me!"

(End of this chapter)