In a secluded room within the hospital were stacks of books and papers arranged haphazardly.
They were papers regarding the patients that had been cured. It was documented just because he had ordered to do so. But there wasn't any other use beyond that.
Compass Carburettor didn't have any deeper plans regarding that, only documenting the illness and the diseases faced by the common populace for the time being.
Even though it was messy, there were detailed records of everything. Whether or not it would be used in the future was unsure. But, he still stored them just in case he needed them.
There was another reason for establishing this place. It was because it was where the sleeper cells left the pages of information daily.
Compass Carburettor arrived before a shelf in the corner, taking out an envelope there to begin going through the day's information.
