There were even puddles on the floor. The water was filthy and gave off a foul odor.
But of course, the stench couldn't travel through the screen to the audience, so they remained oblivious.
Wen Ying, however, was being assaulted by the stench.
She thought about enduring it, but the stench... It was an assault on the very soul!
Frowning, Wen Ying pulled a face mask from her pocket and put it on.
[Damn, Doctor Wen is so prepared! That pocket must be the legendary treasure chest!]
After about ten steps, Wen Ying saw the mental hospital's cafeteria. It was quite large.
It was an open-plan cafeteria, filled with tables and stools.
From Wen Ying's vantage point, the cafeteria was about half-full of people—or things that weren't people.
Every one of them was hunched over a plate, which held some sort of pitch-black, unidentifiable substance.
They reached out, grabbing it with their hands and putting it into their mouths.
