"Benjie, your brother told me..." Song Jinqiao was about to speak when the man interrupted her.

"Don't rush into that. I just got the latest news." The man shook his phone and said in broken Chinese, "It's not convenient to talk here. Let's get in the car and talk while we walk."

Song Jinqiao looked at him steadily for two seconds, nodded, and followed him to the parking lot.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Jinqiao's phone suddenly vibrated. Her fingers flew up and down, sliding across the screen a few times, and then she just looked at the phone quietly without any movement.

"It seems you got the news too." Benjie shrugged and started the car.

Song Jinqiao frowned, a puzzled look flashing in his quiet black eyes: "Why did you say you were in a sanatorium?"

Benjie shook his head to indicate that he didn't know. He picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to start smoking, Song Jinqiao looked at him. He silently put down the cigarette, took out a candy next to him, tore open the package with his mouth, and threw the candy into his mouth.

"Don't underestimate this sanatorium. It has a great background. On the surface, it's a sanatorium, but secretly it's a mental hospital."

This kind of sanatorium is called a nursing home if you put it nicely, but to put it bluntly, it is a place where some canaries that cannot be kept in a cage are kept.

Song Jinqiao stared at the message on her mobile phone, and suddenly her head ached, which made her close her eyes and lean back in the chair, but the pain in her head seemed to still be there.

Benjie was driving and took the time to look over at her. He noticed that something was wrong with her face and asked with some concern, "Are you okay? You look terrible."

Song Jinqiao closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then slowly opened his eyes and said, "It's okay, I don't know why, my head has been dizzy since yesterday morning, and I feel like I forgot something."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Benjie hesitated and wanted to drive the car towards the hospital.

Song Jinqiao waved his hand and said, "It's okay, maybe I just didn't get enough rest."

"Okay." Benjie also knew that if she didn't want to do something, no amount of persuasion would make her change her mind. He could only divert her attention.

"By the way, my brother said that you drank with him all night and flew to Country M the next day. Didn't the head of the Song family look for you?" Benjie said thoughtfully.

Song Jinqiao looked at the news without looking up and said, "I've found it, but I don't have time to deal with it."

Benjie's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands on the steering wheel. He laughed heartily and said excitedly, "That's pretty impressive! You intercepted the message from Patriarch Song so quickly. What's that saying you Chinese have... The disciple surpasses the master. You really are one of those perverted species."

Song Jinqiao glanced at him expressionlessly, his black eyes silent and dark.

Benjie coughed lightly under the pressure: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore..."

Song Jinqiao closed his eyes again and couldn't help frowning.

She felt like she had really forgotten something, and it was something very important...

After spending most of the day, they finally arrived near the sanatorium near dusk.

This sanatorium is very remote. There are no buildings around it, only wide roads and not even a few trees. A gust of wind blew, giving Benjie goose bumps.

Benjie looked at the entrance to the sanatorium not far away, which looked like a haunted house. He swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Joe, let's make a deal. Can we come back tomorrow during the day? This is a mental hospital. It's scary at night."

"Besides, you rushed here as soon as you got off the plane, without even taking a break. I see there are quite a few people guarding this area. Can we find a hotel nearby to stay and talk things over?"