All Worlds Madhouse

The office fell into silence for about 0.5 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Ziliang wanted to slap himself in the face.

Because the police officer obviously thought that his joke was not funny at all, so he began to educate himself very seriously on a lot of knowledge about personal safety.

By the time he finally finished grinding and walked out of the hospital, it was almost 1 p.m.

Ziliang sighed like a heavy weight and slumped on the back of his chair. He felt that he was really tired of this city and everything in it. But unfortunately, he couldn't leave yet.

So, he picked up a notebook on his desk.

This is a very ordinary book, only a little bigger than the palm of your hand. It is wrapped in black leather and has some rough edges on the four corners. It looks like it must be a few years old. Ziliang opened it casually, not caring about it. Which page to turn to.

Then he saw a blank piece of paper.

"Why--"

Ziliang sighed inexplicably, as if he was expecting to see something from the white paper, but he seemed a little disappointed anyway.

Then he leaned back in the chair, ready to try to catch some sleep through the lingering heat of the police officer's tirade.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

Yes, there are still several bags of garbage piled up at the door.

When he thought about this, he became even more depressed.

Oh. By the way, Ziliang said that he had seen the murderer.

This is not a joke.

Because just early this morning, the murderer really broke into this hospital in order to avoid detection.

At that time, Ziliang was suffering from insomnia due to the noise outside. He was sitting in the office, flipping through notes, and was immediately caught. The fugitive even pressed a gun he got from nowhere against Dr. Ziliang's face. head on.

It was about two o'clock at that time, the darkest time of the day. The murderer's perverted smile looked particularly ferocious in the darkness, and he also had a gun in his hand, so Ziliang wanted to avoid something like a misfire. A tragic accident and had to put the murderer into a garbage bag.

It took him 5 large bags to finish.

By the time I finished cleaning the floor, put on a new white coat, and washed the blood off my hands, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Ziliang recalled this unpleasant night and looked at the raindrops on the window. He felt that he really didn't have the time to deal with the garbage.

So, he took out his phone.

"Hey, Joey?" he said, "Yes, I have some feed here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person opposite seemed very happy.

Ziliang continued to speak tepidly: "Well, it's right next to the door. Come and take it away when you have time. It's better not to be too late. I only used garbage bags to wrap it. You know it's hard to get the smell out." It smells good. Thank you."

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone. He yawned longly and felt that everything should be done. Then he leaned back on the chair and scratched his messy hair with satisfaction.

There seems to be less traffic outside, the wild cats have stopped meowing, and no one should bother Ziliang anymore. The raindrops patted on the glass rhythmically, as if they were patting him on the back of the sheep.

So, he sat on the sofa chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Finally got a good night's sleep.

If the police officer on Halloween day was considered the first visitor, then when the second person walked into this small hospital, it was already two days later.

When Ziliang saw this man for the first time, he knew he was a gangster. This could be seen from his colorful hair, the tattoos covering his body, and the specially exposed gunshot wound mark on his shoulder.

Likewise, this person is not here to see a doctor.

"Two days ago, the night before Halloween, where were you?" the gangster asked bluntly.

Ziliang felt a little confused for a moment. He felt that the person who often said this kind of thing should be a policeman.

But he was too lazy to think too much, he just wanted to send this gangster away quickly.

"Forgot." He said with eyes that seemed to be perpetually sleep-deprived.

"Damn it! Don't try to fool me!" The gangster suddenly punched the desk, knocking over the ashtray: "There was a person here that night!"

Following this roar, a series of footsteps clanked in the corridor, and then a group of guys in strange clothes broke in, filling the office with people. Some were holding iron rods, and some were holding iron rods. The ones directly showed a switchblade, while those standing in the back row with only one head exposed tried their best to make their expressions more ferocious.

Anyway, when most people see this posture, they should be scared enough to cry for their father and mother. People with poor psychological quality can even squeeze out a leak of urine on the spot.

Ziliang stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his face suddenly turned bitter.

He figured it out at this moment.

The "person who came that night" in the gangster's mouth was undoubtedly an escaped prisoner, and these people were obviously with the escaped prisoner, because Ziliang saw at least 5 people in the crowd The same tattoo as the fugitive.

"He seems to be an important figure in the gang," he thought, and the fugitive should have a mobile phone or other gadgets on him. Anyway, these people followed the last signal to find their way here.

There is only one store in the whole street, so looking at the menacing attitude of this room full of people, it is definitely not something you can just find an excuse to get past.

As for telling them, your boss should be in Joey's breeding farm now. If you move quickly, you should be able to find him in the unemptied feces. For example, teeth and so on. After all, those things are not easy to digest.

Hmm. This answer doesn’t seem to work either.

So, Ziliang lit up a cigarette very depressed, and began to think helplessly that Joey might not be able to transport so much feed at once.

"Asshole! Did you listen to me again!" The gangster named Ziliang banged on Ziliang's desk again, pulling Ziliang back from his thoughts.

I have to say that this man was quite unlucky, because this time he successfully knocked the ashtray off the table, and with a crisp sound, it broke into two pieces.

Ziliang's fingers holding the cigarette were frozen in mid-air, as if he was panicking. He thought about it carefully, and then sadly confirmed that he should only have this ashtray.

The gangster looked at Zi Liang, completely unaware of what a wrong thing he had just done. He thought that the doctor was frightened by him while he was proud of his own momentum.

"How annoying."

He seemed to hear a soft complaint, and then a cigarette was pressed against his eyeballs.