"Brother, why are you going to a mental hospital at this time? Do you live nearby?"

The taxi driver sitting in the driver's seat put his hands on the steering wheel and looked around at the vehicles around him.

"I have friends who are hospitalized there."

He Ao flipped the map on his bracelet and replied.

A three-dimensional map was projected from the bracelet. He Ao stared at the address of Vic Mental Hospital marked on the map, thoughtfully.

"Oh oh oh," the driver stepped on the accelerator and passed the vehicle in front, "You still go to see him at this time. You two have a good relationship, right?"

"Indeed," He Ao nodded slightly, "I have always missed him."

He Ao closed the map on his bracelet and opened the detailed information about Vic Mental Hospital that he had just asked Eve to search for him.

This mental hospital was established about ten years ago. Judging from the scattered information on the Internet, it is a public welfare mental hospital that provides free treatment to mental patients.

Although Eve collected some information about this mental hospital from the Internet, there was not much information, and most of it was scattered posts from netizens.

It only describes that this mental hospital will provide patients with free accommodation and food, and the environment looks good.

However, this mental hospital generally does not treat patients with living immediate family members. They only treat homeless people with signs of mental illness and some lonely elderly people who are suspected of being ill.

However, some posts claiming to be court employees mentioned that this hospital will also treat some mentally ill criminals transferred from the court.

At this point, the information stopped abruptly.

This mental hospital does not have any official website, nor any promotional materials. Except for the geographical location of this mental hospital on the map software, no more precise information about this mental hospital can be found.

Even this geographical location was uploaded by nearby netizens and was not officially certified by a mental hospital.

Judging from this information, the mental hospital is more of an urban legend than a medical facility.

"Is this an old industrial area near here?"

The taxi driving slowly turned into a group of old buildings. The taxi driver looked around and said, "When did a mental hospital open in the old industrial area? Aren't there factories all around here?"

"More than ten years."

He Ao looked at the familiar scenes around him, and the memory fragments from Jace slowly emerged. He put down his bracelet and said casually.

"I have lived here for more than ten years and have never seen this mental hospital." The driver glanced at the navigation on the car display, "Are you sure this location is accurate?"

"It should be accurate," He Ao looked out the window. "This is the only Vic Mental Hospital in the entire Witland."

The surrounding old buildings passed by outside the car window one after another. "It has been here for more than ten years, and there has been basically no change."

"Have you been here before?"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at He Ao's slightly reminiscing look, "Have you ever worked here before?"

"My father worked here, a long time ago."

He Ao showed a gentle smile.

"Then it shouldn't be easy for your father. The working conditions here have never been very good. Accidents often happen. Many of these factories and factories are over fifty years old. If you are not careful, you will suffer some safety accidents."

The driver slapped his hand on the steering wheel, "Those bastard conglomerates only care about making more money, and are not willing to let any of it slip through their fingers to improve the living conditions of the people below."

"Um."

He Ao nodded slightly.

"But that's right,"

The driver followed the navigation and turned into an alley with no street lights. "If you can live a good life, who would come here to work? There are layoffs everywhere now. Many people who used to sit in offices in North Wetterland have gone to the factory."

Now, these factories only want young people, not older people like us."

“How does the taxi industry compare with factories?”

He Ao withdrew his gaze and answered.

"How can it be better? They are almost the same,"

The driver sighed,

"The group takes more than 30% of each order, and then there are electricity bills, maintenance fees, car rental fees for the company, and various insurances. There is not much money left in your pocket from a single order. If you want to make more money, just

There is an additional fee for running in the early morning, or running at extra time.

"But what can I do? I still have two children at home, who have to go to school, have to eat, have credit cards to pay off every month, and rent to pay, all of which are on my forehead.

"Actually, my wife works in a nearby factory. I also know that it is dangerous and people will die, but there is nothing I can do. If you don't work, you will have no food. Once the credit card is overdue, interest will compound. More and more, overdue rent will

Get kicked out."

He pointed out the window at the homeless tent leaning against the edge of the wall.

"Look at the homeless people outside. They used to have houses to live in. They either couldn't pay the rent or the mortgage. After they were kicked out, they lived outside or in cheap hotels. One of my colleagues was like this.

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"I used to think there was nothing wrong with sleeping on the street. At worst, I would sleep on the street.

"But it was also from my colleague that I learned that sleeping on the street for a day or two is fine. If you sleep too much, you will catch a cold and get sick.

"People who sleep on the street basically don't have medical insurance, or buy the cheapest medical insurance. Once you get sick, the hospital will take out your last money and make your living situation worse.

"Even if he is cured, his life will get worse and he will suffer the fate of getting sick again. Then he will have no money for treatment, his body will collapse, and he will not be able to work. My colleague was fired because of poor performance and poor physical condition.

"Later I heard he was wandering in the neighborhood south of Plant,"

He was silent for a moment, "After that, I never heard from him again."

After saying that, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I've been complaining a lot lately, and I accidentally talked too much."

"fine."

He Ao smiled and shook his head.

At this time, the taxi also slowly pulled over, and a gentle female voice came from the car navigation system, "You have arrived at your destination. Please take your luggage with you and pay attention to the cars coming from the left and right. Tellison Taxi will serve you wholeheartedly."

"Brother, your position seems a bit biased."

The taxi driver glanced out the window.

This place seemed to be a forgotten corner, and the surrounding street lights were all damaged. On the dark road, only the faint lights of taxis illuminated the road ahead.

Looking out the car window, in the hazy night, there is only a rusty iron gate, and behind the iron gate, there is a building with only some scattered rooms with lights on.

The taxi driver turned on the flashlight function on his wristband, shined a light on the rusty iron door, and found a faded paint sign next to the iron door.

"Vic Mental Hospital," the driver read out the words, "there really is a mental hospital here."

He glanced at the rusty iron door again. The night wind blew through the iron door, and the loose knob shook together with the rusty iron door, making a creaking sound.

He turned to look at He Ao, "Brother, how long have you not seen your friend? Are you in a hurry? This place looks more like a mental hospital in a ghost story. I don't think you are a bad person. How about you

Find some friends and come over at noon tomorrow?"

"I haven't seen him for a long time. I didn't know he was here before,"

He Ao raised his bracelet, paid the fare, opened the door, got out of the taxi, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm safer in the dark."

The evening breeze blew through his clothes, blending his figure into the thick night.

Only then did the driver see He Ao's face clearly, and also saw some bright red spots stained on He Ao's clothes.

For some reason, he felt that He Ao at this moment was more terrifying than that gloomy mental hospital, more like a killer wandering in the night.

But perhaps it was because of the conversation he had just had, that the killer did not make him feel alienated. Although fear arose in his heart, his overall mood was surprisingly calm.

"Then be careful. If you are in danger, remember to call the FBI."

He retracted his body, stretched his arm out of the car window, and waved to He Ao, "I wish you all the best."

"Thanks."

He Ao nodded and watched the old taxi disappear into the depths of the night.

The fear spread by terrorists seems to have less impact on people with friendly intentions.

He turned around and looked at the iron door that creaked in the night wind.

On the edge of the iron gate, there is an iron sign with blurred words hanging on it.

[Please go inside when visiting]

He Ao looked past the iron sign and looked at the faded sign next to the iron gate.

The huge signboard was mounted on the wall, and the overall color was dark purple-red, which was somewhat incompatible with the gray-white wall.

The signboard and the wall are not actually one piece.

The company name was directly engraved on the gray-white wall more than ten years ago. At that time, this area was still called "Enright Chemical Company".

The chemical plant where Jess's father had an accident.

Shortly after Jess's father's accident, the chemical plant filed for bankruptcy liquidation, and all properties were auctioned off.

After that, Jess never heard the name of this chemical plant again.

It's as if this chemical plant has really disappeared forever.
To be continued...