Zheng Zai crouched down, carefully examining the note:
"I can't understand… How is this related to the five senses?"
Wen Xishu said:
"The patient in this room… is an old lady, maybe her hearing isn't good?"
"The patient in the first room is a little girl, and her vision is impaired…"
"Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Zheng Zai shook his head:
"So you're saying this floor is home to people with disabilities?"
Wen Xishu hesitated:
"Not necessarily… The old lady's hearing issue is just a guess, but the little girl's vision problem is a fact."
"It's not necessarily about disabilities, but since there are eyes and ears, there might also be a nose and a mouth."
"Let's first look around and see if other rooms have similar elements."
Zheng Zai nodded:
"But do we need to identify them?"
If the objects are not identified, they cannot be used. They'd just be ordinary radios.
Wen Xishu looked at the radio. There were only three characters on it: Sorrow, Sound, Tower.
