Things were starting to get interesting.
True to her word, once Madam Tracy had given him the address, she opened the door and left without so much as a backward glance, not saying another word.
Even so, she did not forget to close the door behind her.
As he watched her go, Fu Qian felt gratified by how things were progressing.
The view from this spot was somewhat obstructed, but through one corner of the window, he could still tell that it was in a different direction from the residence Madam Tracy had mentioned.
That also matched what the two of them had said earlier—that no one would come around here even for a walk.
Logically speaking, if he wanted to achieve the containment objective under the current circumstances, he should rush out from here and make a beeline for some deserted corner.
The operation did not even seem particularly difficult. Looking outside, there was not so much as a proper wall, only a ring of thorny bushes meant to keep out animals.
At the same time, however, Fu Qian had developed a strong interest in the two places Madam Tracy had mentioned.
And in the sanatorium beneath that placid surface.
As a customer, it was perfectly fine for one's mental state to be a little colorful, but it sounded as though even the attending physician was rather abstract, successfully casting another layer of shadow over the place.
Getting away probably would not be so easy, just as Madam Tracy had said earlier.
Even from this angle, he could not see any guards.
Fu Qian was certainly not the type to restrain himself just because he had a suspicion and refuse to try.
But if things did not go smoothly later, would it be best to prepare a contingency plan?