Still avoiding the strongest moment of the sun, Zach hit the road. Since Benjamin wasn't interested in chatting with Porky Queen, Zach was alone again.
Perhaps due to historical reasons, the urban layout of Barton has been fixed, and Hermann's factory on the border of the south and north districts is a dividing line.
To the north of the border is the prosperity that city builders expected the city to be. Of course, there are also abandoned places like Paisying District and the southeastern part of North District. To the south of the border, there are things that do not want to disturb the flourishing city, such as prisons, farms, and the 'abnormal human treatment center' - Fomingo Sanatorium.
Zach did not turn onto Highway 7, but drove west for a while and then went directly north. If Zach remembered correctly, the end of the road should be the nursing home.
Zach remembered correctly. When the flat fields were blocked by green trees and the roads changed from dirt roads to gravel roads, and then to stone roads paved with gravel, the street sign of the nursing home appeared in Zach'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 sanatorium.
Mrs. Quinn came to visit her grandson because she got the diary returned by Zach. She didn't know what she had in mind. This process was inevitably not very pleasant, but at least it made Mrs. Quinn a little alert. We all know that Pochi's mental problem is not really a problem, but that he has temporarily lost his judgment due to a series of incomprehensible things.
More than two months of 'imprisonment' without freedom in life has begun to make him reflect. Reflection does not mean repentance, so Zach's visit is actually an after-sales service.
Although Mrs. Quinn restricted Porky's contact with the outside world, after discovering Porky's living conditions, this young man who had no outlet at all really had a tendency to go crazy. Mrs. Quinn didn't want him to really explode. Start spreading 'rumors'.
Driving into the front yard of the nursing home hidden in the shadow of the trees, Zach frowned and saw a car he didn't want to see. This car once came to Grande and brought No. Rippert's circle to Grande.
Zach frowned, took hold of the steering wheel, and drove to the parking space according to the instructions of the sign. Quest heard the sound behind him. Even if he ignored the rattling gravel road, he could not ignore the hum of the engine of the old truck. His face looked gloomily at the dirty car body in the rearview mirror.
When the two cars parked side by side, Zach supported the passenger with one hand, supported his body, leaned towards Quest outside the right window, and waved with his left hand, "What a coincidence."
Before Quest could say anything, Zach had already retracted his body. The height advantage of the truck prevented Quest from seeing anything. After a moment, the door bearings, which lacked lubrication, made a slight, high-pitched 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 truck through the front window, and walked towards the front of the nursing home without looking back. The light figure on 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 wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Zach rang the bell on the reception counter. When the middle-aged female nurse appeared, Zach said expressionlessly: "Grand, I'm here to visit Porky Quinn."
This is not the front desk of a hotel, and the other person is not the staff serving Zach. Smile? unnecessary.
The other party also looked at Zach expressionlessly, without saying anything, picked up the phone, and after a few words, he coldly asked Zach to wait here.
This gap was neither long nor short, and the distracted vampire began to curiously guess why Quest was here. The door that separated the reception from the real main body of the building was pushed open, and a strong-looking male nurse glanced at Zach and said, "Grande?"
Zach head.
"Stuff." The other party really didn't waste a word. He casually took the wooden box handed by the female nurse at the reception and placed it in front of Zach.
Zach frowned and looked at the wooden boxes that had already placed some things that clearly belonged to others, "How are you going to tell which things are mine?"
"Don't you know it yourself?" the male nurse replied coldly, without any intention of changing the box.
Zach shook his head slightly and began to remove his accessories. Belts, pocket watches, sunglasses, wine bottles, wallets... Then he carefully opened a string of strange-shaped bead necklaces in the wooden box, made an empty space, and put his things in it.
The male nurse pouted, handed back the wooden box, and motioned for Zach to open his arms. Zach frowned and did as he was told. The other party's palms scratched his body again and said, "Follow me."
There is more to a sanatorium than it appears from the outside, which is a strange way to describe a building. But compared with the continuous forest outside and the corridor inside that turns in two steps, the space here seems very crowded.
Zach followed the male guard, and he could clearly feel that the relative straight-line distance the two of them walked around was only twenty meters, and these twenty meters were still shortening!
This seems to be a spiral maze with countless forks. The vampire's hearing can hear the sounds of people chatting in this strangely laid out room. This entire floor is the rest and office of medical staff. The real subjects are in the floors going up and down.
The male guard opened a door in front of him, revealing a spiraling staircase. Like anyone who sees a vertical spiral, Zach habitually looks up, and there are two main layers above.
Looking at the man wearing a white hospital gown, curiously leaning out half of his body on the handrail of the guardrail, bending over and smirking at this side, Zach raised his head and irresponsibly guessed that the direction they were heading was down.
The male nurse frowned and picked up the whistle on his chest. His cheeks puffed up and retracted quickly. The sharp sound made Zach rub his ears. The guy who was just grinning at me was already like a frightened rabbit, retracting his body and squatting down.
Zach felt amused as he watched the other person pinch his ears and squat behind the rotating guardrail supported by brown wooden pillars. His body was close to the wooden pillars, not through the gaps between the pillars, but cowering above the handrails. He stuck out half his head and looked here cautiously.
The posture of his body exposed behind the guardrail was really funny. Zach shook his head with a smile and followed the male nurse who no longer cared about the guy as he walked down.
Rotating downwards, the light gradually dimmed, and the light blue emergency lights did not provide much light. It was not until the male nurse opened a door again that the light became sufficient. Artificial lighting completely replaced the sunlight, and the internal layout of the building was finally clear.
This is not really a basement, because the stone steps in front of the sanatorium raise the first floor one by one. To be honest, Zach doesn't quite understand the significance of such a construction method.
In the fairly wide corridor, the two of them kept moving forward, and Zach inevitably looked around at the white rooms with curiosity. Occasionally, a strong male guard would pull a bound and struggling person out of the room. Zach could see that the walls seemed to be wrapped in thick soft mats, and the floors were covered with elastic black rubber.
I wonder if the designer James admired was looking for inspiration from this prison ward in a mental hospital. The strong contrast in color and the contrast between soft and hard textures.
"Don't look around." The male nurse in front of him glanced at Zach, "They will bite."
Zach raised his eyebrows and looked at the people walking beside him, with black leather masks covering their mouths. In fact, the biggest function of this mask is to prevent the mouth of the card owner from drooling. Zach guessed maliciously.
A slight impact came from somewhere. It was different from the continuous soft sounds of the soles of the two people walking on the concrete floor. It was dull and short, mixed with the sounds of people breathing and struggling. Zach looked curiously at the sound, but the male guard in front of him stopped. They had reached the end of the corridor.
"We're here." The male guard looked into a white room and opened the door. Another male guard who had been sitting here from the beginning stood up with a restraint suit in his hand, which was very in line with the limitations of the human body' level' equipment.
Zach entered the room belonging to Pochi Quinn behind the two male guards. He smiled as he watched the two strong men push Pochi onto the bed and forcefully put on the restraints, which were brown and only about thirty centimeters long. The long belt was pulled out from an open door in the corner and fixed on Pochi's back.
After some violence, the two male guards said coldly, "One hour." Then they left and closed the door. Pochi was leaning awkwardly on the soft corner of the bed, his body leaning against the same soft wall, and his legs spread weakly and leaning on the edge of the bed.
"Are you happy?" Boqi's scattered head was pressed against his forehead, and he seemed to have no intention of sitting up. Even if he had, it would be difficult with his hands completely restrained, which would only make him more embarrassed. So he looked at Zach crookedly.
Zach shook his head with a smile and walked towards Pochi, "I don't have such a hobby." His hand directly held Pochi who was trying to struggle, and he frowned and looked at the lock behind Pochi, "Sorry, I need to The key can unlock it.”
The person who understood this must be a genius. Regardless of Boqi's resistance, Zach grabbed the tight belt on his body, lifted him up, straightened him, and stood in the corner.
It's a pity that there is nothing in such a room except the bed, and naturally there is no chair. Although Zach looked soft, he couldn't sit down and frowned facing Pochi's bed. He turned around and subconsciously tried to knock on the door, but found that his fingers were wrapped in soft thick pads and there was no knocking sound at all.
"How do you call someone?" Zach asked as if talking to himself.
"Shout loudly!" Pochi seemed to be answering Zach's question.
Zach raised his eyebrows, and when he turned his head, his eyes were already red, "You call me."
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