As he was still a bit early, Zhao Yu didn't climb over the wall immediately, but parked the car underneath the foot of a wall, while he waited for the proper time.
Eleven fifty-nine!
Zhao Yu felt that, as the system picked this time, maybe that was a hint! He must know that the moment eleven fifty-nine passed, it would be a brand new day, so the Hasty Murder Case murderer would possibly take action again! If so, he wondered if his coming to the mental asylum might bring about a surprise harvest!
It was quiet that night, terrifyingly silent, in fact. There was moonlight pouring down from the sky, and it was lovely. Yet, the moment that Zhao Yu thought about the special patients behind the wall, he felt weird.
In order to ease the tension in the atmosphere, Zhao Yu turned on the radio. The radio was full of advertisements. He flipped from channel to channel, then finally found one that was playing songs.