"Is this a mental hospital?"
"To be honest, this is my first time coming to a place like this."
Flipping over the retractable electric gate, Jiang Hao Chen looked curiously at the pitch-black admission hall in the distance.
The hospital occupied an enormous area. He could see four or five buildings alone, with a connected ward area behind them. Withered trees filled the grounds, and the fallen leaves seemed ready to bury the place.
Although it had the atmosphere of a horror movie, it was still quite different from what he had imagined.
"It's pretty modern. I thought it would be one of those medieval buildings, with a massive sealed iron gate at the entrance, barred windows, and a patient's clothes hanging from a tree."
"We even saw a ghost shadow flash past the window as soon as we came in."
As he walked and looked around, perhaps because the surroundings were too quiet, Jiang Hao Chen couldn't help talking to himself, regardless of whether Andrew answered him.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Andrew chuckle softly.
"Modern mental hospitals aren't much different from regular hospitals. The kind you're talking about probably existed in the 1950s or '60s."
"Back then, people usually treated mental patients as lunatics. Rather than treating them, they were more like prisoners."
Walking ahead of Jiang Hao Chen, Andrew casually observed his surroundings.
In North America, the places with the most patients were only two: mental hospitals and prisons.
"This place is huge. It probably isn't realistic for us to search the whole thing by ourselves."
Before Jiang Hao Chen could react, Andrew pointed toward the ward area behind them after looking around.
It really was too large. Judging by what he could see, the entire hospital could accommodate tens of thousands of