The lights in the sanatorium corridor were bright, and there was occasionally a slight scent of air freshener in the air. Yu Sheng was carrying a small puppet, following Little Red Riding Hood behind the "director" — occasionally, staff from the Special Service Bureau appeared in the corridor, greeting the "director," who responded politely and amicably.
Everything seemed so "normal" — if you ignored the fact that the director was actually a goldfish.
The towering figure, over two meters tall, walked ahead, with a fish tank perched on his shoulder, emitting a series of tiny bubbles. The goldfish within slowly swam, its gaze occasionally landing on Yu Sheng.
"You seem quite curious about this place?" the goldfish asked.
To be honest, every time this fish spoke in that lazy, magnetic voice, Yu Sheng felt a bit on edge — the last time he felt this way was when he first heard a cat speak with Zhao Zhongxiang's voice when encountering the "King."
