Xiong Jie was running at the front, his huge belly jiggling in rhythm with his strides.
He had noticed earlier that the layout here seemed intricate and complex, but many of the corridors were repeats.
This enormous mental hospital had been constructed from Jiang Che's memories and imagination of Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
Compared to other hospitals, Red Pearl was relatively large, but after all, a hospital, no matter how big, has its limits.
He just happened to be the one among this group who was relatively familiar with Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
The Anding District, where the rich once stayed, was also converted from patient wards, so he was familiar with the layout here.
The routes looked tangled, but they weren't complicated at all.
Xiong Jie sped up his pace, sighing inwardly; Jiang Che was still too naïve.
