"There's no mirror?"
Hurrying to catch up, Jiang Hao Chen suddenly realized why he had felt something was off.
Before Doomsday, he had been a business elite who cared about his appearance. Whenever he encountered a mirror, he would stop to tidy himself up. There was no mirror above the sink, so it was no wonder he felt like something was missing.
"There's nothing strange about it. Mental Hospitals generally don't have mirrors, to prevent patients from seeing themselves and becoming emotionally unstable."
After saying that, Andrew quickened his pace up the stairs, paying no attention to Jiang Hao Chen's awkward expression.
In the blink of an eye, Andrew had already overtaken him by one floor.
"This guy's got some nerve. Isn't he afraid of running into that thing by moving so fast?"
Jiang Hao Chen muttered inwardly.
Although he hadn't known Andrew for long, he always felt that the guy resembled Lin An. Both of them were like emotionless robots, and they rarely seemed afraid.
Three minutes later.
Inside a chaotic records room, Jiang Hao Chen widened his eyes as much as he could, trying to find Shinichi Morita's information among the packed cabinets.
"Harano Linshan. Not this one."
"Morita!? Hmm, all right, Masami Morita?"
"Ryosuke Ryozan."
"Hmm? Anne? Why are there foreigners too? Damn, that's a dog's name."
Like a merciless searching machine, Jiang Hao Chen focused entirely on rummaging through the files. Before long, the files scattered across the floor had risen to swallow both their feet.
With so little light, Jiang Hao Chen even felt as if he was about to go blind.
"Andrew, have you found him yet? Could he not have been treated here? Why do I feel like—"
"Shinichi Morita!"
"Fuck! I found him!"
Just as Jiang Hao Chen began to suspect that