The director was Selvis?
It felt as though the answer to that question was already about to reveal itself.
Starting from that possibility, Fu Qian felt the odds were even higher that the person he was about to meet would be this attending physician.
The only contradiction was that, in that case, the other party would need to break his own routine and return to his office.
But if it was to announce the wrap, the perfect conclusion of this game, then perhaps it was worth it?
After all, everyone had worked so hard for so long, and cooperated so well.
And if things really developed that way, what sort of role had he, the intruder, played in this story?
At the edge of his vision, the main building had drawn near once again.
The route Unyielding Man chose for the return trip was interesting. Not only was it still well concealed, even their own view was heavily obstructed.
A moment of carelessness, and it became easy to lose track of where they were.
As he relied on scattered fleeting glimpses to continually correct his bearings, Fu Qian also reflected on his artistic life.
Obviously, his experience at the sanatorium so far counted as a horror-themed work.
Though no one was chasing him with knives, guns, or clubs, he had undoubtedly been walking a tightrope, one misstep away from plunging into an abyss.
And after all the maneuvering so far, if he followed Unyielding Man to the attending physician's office and found Selvis sitting inside—
If the latter even clapped enthusiastically and lavishly praised his acting, what would this story represent?
The success of yet another amusement project, with Selvis's twisted sense of fun satisfied?
Or an evil medical experiment, where a self-righteous columnist's will was finally crushed in despair,