The "patients" who entered Quiet Forest Sanatorium would be affected by the sanatorium's rules—and only its rules. That simple sentence made Yu Sheng think of a certain possibility almost instantly.
"...Could that Independent Investigator named 'Sun Chen' have been trying to use Quiet Forest Sanatorium's 'rules' to hide from the influence of that 'tower'?"
"That was my guess too." Little Red Riding Hood nodded. "After all, he posted before that he'd been plagued by that tower the whole time, and even suspected that part of his mind had been trapped in a nightmare related to it. In that situation, he must have already sought help from familiar anomalous doctors and psychics. He might even have contacted the Special Operations Bureau. Hiding in Quiet Forest Sanatorium may have been someone's suggestion."
Yu Sheng recalled his previous exploration of Dark Alley with Little Red Riding Hood and the King, the "corroded" Old Bookstore, and the bizarre, chaotic dream he had experienced around dawn.
"Looks like we need to make a trip to that sanatorium," he said slowly. "We'll find that Independent Investigator and confirm the situation in person."
"Mm. That's why I came to you first. Getting into Quiet Forest Sanatorium isn't easy. That place is special, so visiting it requires special procedures. I can't get those approved, but it shouldn't be a problem for you."
Listening to Little Red Riding Hood, Yu Sheng quickly understood. He picked up his phone and began sending messages, muttering as he did, "Ugh, I'm always troubling a bureau director of her stature over this kind of nonsense..."
Eileen, who had been sitting on the edge of the table and idly swinging her little legs, immediately turned her head at that. "You send her messages at eleven or twelve at night all the time, and I've