It really was here.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian pulled open a hidden door behind the desk. Inside was an old-fashioned safe embedded in the wall.
Facing the dark, heavy safe, Fu Qian compared it with a key in his hand and confirmed that it was exactly the right size for the keyhole.
As for how he had picked the right one at a glance?
Simple. It was the same design as the key tucked into the note.
The key the director had given him was indeed meant to open a safe somewhere in the sanatorium.
Unfortunately, he still could not determine which safe it opened, and he could not even open the one before him.
Though the safe was somewhat old, it still had a dual-lock structure.
Besides the keyhole, it also had a brass combination dial.
Which was perfectly normal, when one thought about it.
These people, either rich or noble, stayed here for half a year or even a full year at a time.
They naturally needed a secure place to store valuables like jewelry and letters.
And since the facility catered to high-end clients, stronger security was only reasonable.
However, from what Fu Qian understood, people accustomed to living in places like this tended to relax their guard, making combination dials practically decorative.
It was already a hidden compartment that others would not easily open. Many people probably could not be bothered to reset the combination and simply used the key to open it whenever they needed to put something in or take something out.
Yet the key he had inserted would not turn, faintly proving that Madam Tracy's male companion was not one of those people and was not as frivolous as he appeared.
It also supported the Lady in the Black Room's claims, revealing the