While the two spoke, Ding Ning was just a step away from the exit. She felt as though she had arrived at the real Red Pearl Mental Hospital. In the mental hospital shaped by Jiang Che, the surrounding walls were broken and dilapidated, aged—the period that lingered deepest in his memory.
But in the actual Red Pearl Mental Hospital, the walls had been renovated. They were a bit gray, but you could tell they were recently plastered, and the equipment here was newer than what she'd seen along the way.
These devices looked like they'd been added within recent years.
She wanted to slow down, to look closer at the place Jiang Che had lived, but the white spirit body chasing her from behind was too close—she couldn't stop now.
The blood-colored crystals here were few; past this point, there was nothing left to collect.
