It really is here.
Without any politeness, the next second Fu Qian had already pulled open a Dark Gate behind the desk; inside, sure enough, was an old-fashioned safe embedded in the wall.
Facing the heavy black steel of the safe, Fu Qian compared it with the key in his hand and confirmed that the size matched the keyhole perfectly.
Why did he get it right in one try?
Very simple: this key had the same shape as the one clipped to the note.
The key the Director gave him was, as expected, meant to open some safe in the sanatorium.
Unfortunately, for now he couldn't even be sure which safe it was for—he couldn't even open the one in front of him.
The safe might be a bit old, but it still had a double-lock structure.
Besides the keyhole, there was an extra brass combination dial.
To be fair, that was perfectly normal.
These people, all either rich or noble, stayed here for half a year, a year at a time.
