Chapter 755 - 760: Not a Single Word Can Be Believed
The Soviet Union once built many sanatoriums along the coast of the Black Sea, especially on the Crimea Peninsula, which was a very famous and important health resort for the Soviet Union.
The secret sanatorium of the KGB, or more precisely, a secret mental hospital, was not quite suitable to be established on the Crimea Peninsula. Thus, it made perfect sense to set up a less conspicuous secret sanatorium near Odessa, an important port city rather than a tourist city.
And there is indeed a sanatorium on the southern coast of the Odessa city area shown on satellite maps. It hasn’t been renamed something trendy like a vacation center; it retained the very era-specific name of sanatorium.
That’s why Brian would sometimes get tense and sometimes happy because of this sanatorium.
To be exact, there were two sanatoriums. The one on the north side was a regular sanatorium, which is what is shown on satellite maps. Two kilometers south of that, there was a not-so-ordinary sanatorium that seemed ordinary at the time but was actually not.
And Annastasia was in that not-so-ordinary sanatorium.
But the problem was that after the collapse of the Soviet Union more than twenty years ago, the sanatoriums should have been long closed down, so Brian really shouldn’t have gotten excited so soon.
But Brian was dying of excitement and nervousness because he got a relatively clear clue, and there wasn’t much others could do about it.
However, just finding any evidence that the sanatorium had existed, even a tiny clue, would give Brian and Yang Yi a way to keep digging. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many things lost control and the power of the KGB was greatly reduced. Many people had to fend for themselves. Although it’s very hard to find someone who lived here more than twenty years ago, it’s still a million times better than having no clue at all.
Even if they could only find one person who had worked in the secret sanatorium, no matter what they did, even a clue from an ordinary staff member would do. As long as there was a tiny clue, the rest was just a matter of time and money. But without that little bit of a clue, there would be no hope at all.
The car had already stopped. Brian got out of the car and stood in front of the entrance of a sanatorium that was still in operation, looking around.