The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 2 Ashtray

The office fell into silence for about 0.5 seconds.

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

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

By the time he finally walked out of the hospital after grinding, it was almost 1 pm.

Ziliang sighed as if carrying a heavy weight, and slumped on the back of the 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 notebook, only a little bigger than the palm of your hand. It is wrapped in black leather, and there are some rough edges on the four corners. Which page to turn to.

Then he saw a blank sheet of paper.

"Hey--"

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

Then he leaned on the back of the chair, ready to take advantage of the warmth of the police officer's long speech just now, to try to see if he could sleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

That's right, there are still several bags of garbage piled up at the door that have not been thrown away.

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

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

This is not a joke.

Because in the early hours of this morning, the murderer really broke into this hospital in order to avoid being traced.

At that time, Ziliang was suffering from insomnia due to the noise outside. He was sitting in the office flipping through his notes, and was caught straight away. head on.

It was about two o'clock at that time, and at the darkest time of the day, the perverted smile of the murderer looked extraordinarily ferocious in the darkness, and he was holding a gun in his hand, so Ziliang didn't want anything to happen. A tragic accident, had to put the murderer in a garbage bag.

He packed 5 big bags before finishing.

After cleaning the floor, changing into a new white coat, and washing the blood off his hands, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

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

So, he pulled out his phone.

"Hey, Joey?" he said, "Yeah, I have some fodder here"

As soon as the voice fell, the person opposite seemed very happy.

Ziliang continued to talk tepidly: "Well, it's right by the door, come and collect it if you have time, it's best not to be too late, I just wrapped it in a garbage bag, you know it's hard to get the smell out Smell. Thank you."

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone, and he yawned a long time, thinking that everything should be done, so he leaned back on the chair and scratched his messy hair contentedly.

There seems to be much less traffic outside, the stray cats have stopped barking, and no one should bother Ziliang anymore.The raindrops beat on the glass rhythmically, as if it was a sheep for him.
So, he nestled on the sofa chair and slowly closed his eyes.
Finally got a good night's sleep.

If the police officer on Halloween was considered the No.1 visitor, then when the second person walked into this small hospital, it would have been two days later.

When Ziliang saw this man for the first time, he knew that he was a gangster. This can be seen from his colorful hair, tattoos all over his body, and the deliberately exposed gunshot wound on his shoulder.

Again, 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 dazed for a while, and felt that the person who often said such things should be a policeman.

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

"Forget it." He said with blank eyes that seemed to be forever deprived of sleep.

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

Following this roar, there was a series of footsteps in the corridor, and then a group of guys in strange clothes broke in, filling the office full, some with iron bars, some The one directly showed a switchblade, while those standing in the back row with only one head exposed tried their best to put on a more ferocious expression.

Anyway, when ordinary people see this posture, they should be scared enough to cry their father and mother, and those with poor psychological quality can even urinate on the spot.

Ziliang stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and his expression suddenly became bitter.

He figured it out in an instant.

The "person who came that night" in the gangster's mouth is undoubtedly an escaped prisoner, and these people are obviously in the same group as the escaped prisoner, because Ziliang saw at least five people in the crowd Same tattoo as the fugitive.

"It seems to be an important person in the gang," he thought, and the fugitive should be carrying a mobile phone or something else, anyway, these people followed the last signal to find this place.

On the whole street, there is only one store of mine, so seeing the menacing posture of the room full of people, it is definitely not possible to just find a reason to get past it.

As for telling them, your boss should be in Joey's feedlot right now, and if you move fast, you should be able to find him among the remaining feces. Like teeth or something, after all, that thing is not easy to digest.
Hmm. Answers like this don't seem to work either.

So, Ziliang lit a cigarette very depressed, and began to think helplessly that with so much feed, Joey should not be able to transport it all at once.
"Bastard! Did you listen to me again!" The leader of the gangster slammed on Ziliang's desk again, pulling Ziliang back from his thoughts.

I have to say that this person was quite unfortunate, because this time he successfully knocked off the ashtray on the table, and with a crisp sound, it broke into two pieces.
Ziliang's finger holding the cigarette froze in mid-air, as if panicked, he thought about it carefully, and then confirmed sadly that he should only have this ashtray.

The gangster looked at Ziliang, completely unaware of what a wrong thing he had done just now, and thought that the doctor had been frightened stupid by himself, just when he was proud of his aura.
"It's really annoying."

He seemed to hear a faint complaint, and immediately after that, he pressed a cigarette on his eyeball.
(End of this chapter)