After taking out the monsters standing guard, Duanmu Huai charged straight into the second floor with the two detectives. He had to admit, this rough approach made both detectives shout in delight. In the past, whenever they investigated anything, they had to be extremely careful, practically like thieves. There was no comparison to the exhilarating feeling of barging in like bandits—well, unfortunately, they still couldn't do this when dealing with ordinary people.
But they had no such concerns when facing monsters.
There were more than thirty wards on the entire second floor. Unlike ordinary mental hospitals, where each patient had a room to themselves, these wards were crammed full like sardine cans, with nearly ten people packed into each one. Forget mentally ill patients—even ordinary people couldn't endure such an environment. Yet strangely, the patients in these wards stood there one after another like dazed puppets, their eyes vacant and utterly unresponsive.
The doors to the wards weren't locked, as though they didn't care at all about the patients escaping. And that was exactly the case. Even when everyone went in and tried to wake the patients, the latter remained dull and foolish. They would walk when pulled along, but the moment they were released, they would stop.
"No use. These people aren't responding at all!"
Gourmet Detective sighed, his expression complicated as he looked at the patients.
"They've all undergone surgery. In other words, that monster called Shoggoths has probably already been implanted in their brains..."
Idol Detective flipped through the files nearby, her expression equally grim.
"In that case, let them stay here and wait for death."
Duanmu Huai made the decision without hesitation, and both detectives froze when they heard him.
"Are you really going to do that? Maybe... maybe we could take them to a hospital