Only after repeatedly confirming with the director outside that there was nothing wrong with Lu Zhi's gland did Shen Ranxin finally breathe a sigh of relief. Sitting in the director's office with one leg crossed over the other, he said, "...How about you turn on the surveillance footage from the detention room's living area? Who knows what kind of madness he might pull while I'm gone."
The director nodded. "That was indeed my oversight. I didn't think it through. I thought that after staying in there for so many years, he should have gotten used to it."
Shen Ranxin moved his lips but said nothing.
Who could get used to living in a detention room?
On the surface, Lu Zhi seemed not to care. Aside from being a little clingy, he showed no other issues. Even Shen Ranxin, who spent every day with him, had thought Lu Zhi was probably fine.
It was not until this incident that Shen Ranxin abruptly realized that Lu Zhi's desire to leave the detention room might have been far stronger than any of them had imagined.
"If possible, I'd like to ask you to persuade Lu Zhi," the director said carefully. "At the very least, get him to accept some psychological counseling."
Shen Ranxin nodded silently.
After sitting in the director's office for two hours, Lu Yeshan came to the Anomaly Management Center, claiming that he wanted to check on Lu Zhi. Yet he did not even enter the observation room. After circling twice outside the detention room, he headed straight for Cheng Cheng's hospital room.
"That old bastard is worried about his son." The director shook his head and sighed. Watching Lu Zhi's back in the observation room, he murmured, "Every one of them is like this. Back then... what a sin."
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