The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 260 New Jobs

(I moved a section of Dinon in Hangyi University, but it has nothing to do with Dinon, so give it up, you can’t guess the plot, and ticket!)
Will didn't say anything more, didn't say the rules of the game, didn't say what is considered a victory, what is a failure, and he didn't even ask himself whether he agrees with the game. In short, the moment he uttered the last word, the whole room disappeared up.

What followed was a series of car beeps.

"Hey! Why are you in a daze! Get out of here!"

It was the rough voice of a middle-aged man. Hannibal frowned, because he realized that he was standing on a crosswalk, and the traffic lights on the side had already turned green, but he was standing in front of the traffic, making it difficult for him to Can't move forward.

No wonder the drivers are so grumpy.

Hannibal apologized politely, then walked across the street.

At this time, he finally had time to look around.
Immediately he discovered that this was a city he was very familiar with——Rochester.

It was here that he became a psychiatrist, and it was here that he met Will.

"Well, it's back again. So, am I already in the game?" Hannibal smiled faintly.

Next, Hannibal began to observe himself. This is a matter of course, after all, there must be a clue to keep the game going.

At this time, he was wearing decent clothes and carrying a briefcase that was not too big. Hannibal opened the briefcase and found that there were graduation certificates and papers from some medical schools, as well as a medical qualification certificate.

In the next few seconds, he just stood on the side of the road and read through the resume of "himself" in the briefcase.

He soon discovered that in this world, he was a doctor who had just moved to this city. It seemed that he was looking for a job recently, and an interview notice in his briefcase read【Rochester State Nursing Home】 typeface.

Hannibal raised his head, looked at the building directly in front of him, and the huge letters of [Rochester State Nursing Home] above the gate, and nodded.

"Well, it looks like the game has already begun."

The dean sat behind the large desk, looked at Hannibal's resume in his hand, and nodded silently.The midday sun slanted in from the window, illuminating the whole room, but strangely did not illuminate his face.

After a while, the dean put the finished resume on the table and looked at the applicant sitting opposite him: "Mr. Hannibal Lecter?"

"Yes, Dean."

"Graduated from Lancaster University with a dual master's degree in psychology and neurosurgery? And also won the title of honorary professor of theology with a thesis?"

"Yes." Hannibal replied politely.

The dean is a middle-aged man around 60 years old. His face is well-defined and he doesn't easily show changes in expression.But now he laughed. "It's really interesting that you would choose a hospital like ours."

Hannibal pursed his lips and didn't say much

The dean propped his elbows on the table, his fingertips folded and raised. "So Mr. Hannibal, how much do you know about our hospital?"

"Of course." Hannibal said with a smile: "The name is a nursing home, but in recent years, it has almost always received patients who are terminally ill, who cannot be cured even with all-out treatment, and who will die soon. The responsibility of this hospital It is to alleviate their physical and mental pain and enable them to overcome the fear of death. What we have to do is to give these patients the greatest degree of warmth and care before they die, so that they can end up with dignity and even happiness. Go through the last journey of life."

"Hehe. It's exactly the same as the slogan on the hospital's website." The dean laughed again: "So, are you sure you want to join here?"

Hannibal nodded lightly, "...yes."

"Well, maybe a powerful person like you always has some little paranoia of his own, but since you are willing to devote yourself to this cause, we naturally wish for it." The dean smiled and said: "But I have to remind you You, no matter how gorgeous your resume is, as long as you enter this hospital, you must work in accordance with the rules and regulations here."

"Of course." Hannibal responded.

"Then, you can go to work from today." The Dean's smiling expression suddenly became serious: "The next thing to say is the key point, you have to pay attention - because it is about your work content .”

Hannibal nodded, signaling that he was ready.

The dean stared at her. "Your job is to take care of a special old man in this hospital."

Hannibal frowned: "You mean... I'm only in charge of taking care of one person?"

"Yes, your job is to take care of him alone." The dean emphasized again. "You don't need to worry about other patients."

Hannibal was silent for a while: "Well, I learned earlier that there are almost 100 patients in this hospital—could it be that each patient has a dedicated person to take care of them?"

"Of course not. We can't afford to hire so many medical staff. In fact, the number of dying patients here has recently increased to nearly 200. There are now more than [-] medical staff in the hospital. They are almost responsible for All patients—except you."

"why?"

"As I said just now, you are looking after a special patient."

"Where is the special?"

The dean was silent for a moment: "The other patients here are just suffering from certain incurable diseases. But the special thing about this old man is that he is not only terminally ill, but also mentally ill. This is just right for you."

Hannibal nodded: "So that's it, then. Is he difficult to deal with?"

"No, no..." the dean waved his hand, "It's not what you think. Or, even if it is, it doesn't matter. Because——we want to prevent him from acting too aggressively and hurting others or himself, His hands are secured with leather rings. And he's very old and his legs are bad - so he's pretty quiet for the most part, just gibberish. You hear him say After talking, you will know that he is really crazy. But you can ignore him completely, or just to make him happy, you can add a sentence or two according to his meaning—it’s up to you.”

The dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, so how much do I need to 'care' for him?" Hannibal asked pointedly.

"This..." the dean pondered for a while: "Actually, what you have to do every day is to accompany this old man and listen to his...all kinds of nonsense. Feed him during meal time, and when he needs to defecate, you Just put the potty under his ass. And then, turn him over every day, and wipe his body - that's it. So, there is still time to change your decision, after all, use your resume to do this kind of thing .”

"No, I like this job very much." Hannibal interrupted the dean with a smile.

"Okay, as you wish." The dean said, and took out a contract: "This is your contract, salary, and all the considerations. If you decide to work here, you can sign it gone."

Hannibal nodded, of course he would sign it, but he still read the contract seriously.

But after reading for 1 second, he discovered a problem.

"Uh, please forgive me, I think, maybe you got the wrong contract." Hannibal said, "My salary is"

"Hehe, don't worry, I got it right, and you read it right." The dean responded with a smile: "This is your salary—"

Hannibal frowned, because the salary in the contract was the maximum salary of this hospital, that is to say, he was only in charge of nursing a patient, doing the simplest job, and was paid a higher salary than any other doctor. money.

"But...why?" Hannibal couldn't help asking.

"Because your work is very important," said the dean.

"It's important to take care of a mentally ill old man?" Hannibal repeated: "Then he is"

"Okay." The dean suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question, and pointed to the contract: "If you look down, you won't ask this question."

Hannibal turned his eyes back to the contract, and saw that under the contract, there was a
【...Party B (fill in the name) must strictly keep the secret, and must not let anyone else know everything related to Will Graham (the name of the dying patient). 】

Hannibal blinked in shock, well, now he finally found out that the old man he had to take care of turned out to be Will.Moreover, the matter of taking care of him had to be kept secret.

Hannibal frowned, he was full of doubts, but instead of asking, he continued to look down.

Sure enough, there was such a rule at the bottom of the contract.

【Party B shall not ask any questions related to Will Graham. 】

Well, like Hannibal thought - no questions.

The dean saw Hannibal's expression and smiled.

"It seems that you are very confused, but this contract is not so rigid. I can still tell you some basic information about this old man. For example-he is alone, has no wife, no children, and, he has a problem with his mind- —Okay, that’s all. I hope you don’t ask questions other than this. Obviously, you are a smart person. ——If you want to get the highest salary, you must pay such a small price. But this The price is minimal—you just have to curb your curiosity and follow the terms of the contract. There’s no better deal in the world.”

"Yes, I understand." Hannibal nodded.

So, before you sign the contract, are there any other questions?
Hannibal thought for a while: "Other staff in the hospital, do they know anything about this old man named Will?"

The dean shook his head: "No one knows, he has been taken care of alone, and most of the staff have almost no contact with him."

"Then who was taking care of him before me?"

"Of course it's another doctor. Although he's not as good as you, he took good care of him, but he resigned due to some reasons. So I can only hire another person."

"So that's it." Hannibal nodded: "Then, there is another question, I saw about the working hours, I have to work from 8 am to 6 pm - then, who will be responsible for him at night?" to take care of?"

"The old man goes to bed early, so he doesn't need to be taken care of by anyone." The dean replied.

Although Hannibal was puzzled, he still nodded to show that he understood.He continued to read the contract and noticed that the last item was [If Party B breaches the contract, it will be severely punished]

"This severe punishment means"

"Don't be afraid. You know, all contracts have restrictions on breach of contract. As long as you don't breach the contract, you don't need to care about the punishment." The dean smiled, and immediately asked: "What else Questions? If not, sign the contract. We can sign for half a year, no trial period."

With that said, the dean handed the pen to Hannibal.

Hannibal was silent for a few seconds, how could he not care about the 'punishment', but if he didn't sign this contract, it seemed that the game would not go on, so...he signed the contract after all .

"Okay." The dean put away the contract. "Mr. Hannibal Lecter, you are now an official employee of ours, and you are welcome to join. Before working, I want to remind you of some precautions that are not written in the contract. There are two points that I hope you can pay special attention to. "

"The first is, no matter whether the old man makes such a request or not—you must not let him leave the room during your work." When he said these words, the dean seemed to involuntarily increase his tone.

Hannibal frowned: "That is to say, I can't use the wheelchair to push him out for a walk, or even the corridor?"

"Yes, you can't let him leave the room no matter what form it takes." The dean emphasized again. "He is a special patient, and we can only treat him specially. If he goes out and happens to be ill, he may do something that we didn't expect-this must not happen."

"I see. What about the second point?"

The dean leaned forward and looked at Hannibal with a completely different look from before: "The second point is, if the old man dies suddenly one day, or you have a premonition that he is going to die, you must Tell me in a moment."

Hannibal nodded, but he seemed to have a very uncomfortable premonition in his mind.

Seeing that Hannibal nodded, the dean suddenly returned to the previous expression: "Haha, okay, then I will represent the hospital. Remember, I am your direct and only person in charge. If there is In this case, you must inform me immediately, and there must be no delay."

Strangely, the dean emphasized this point again.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." The dean remembered something again. "Actually, I mentioned it before—during your time with this old man, you may hear him say some inexplicable things, all of which are extremely absurd and crazy. You have to remember that he passed through After being identified by a psychiatrist, he is determined to be a patient with a mental disorder. So no matter what he says, you must never believe it."

"Okay, I know."

"It's these points that need special attention." The dean exhaled and stood up from his seat. "Okay, now I'll take you to Will Graham's ward."

(End of this chapter)