The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 262 Dust
Hannibal turned the paper over and found that there was no writing on the back.

"Oh, you wrote this?" He asked with a smile.

Will didn't speak, and still didn't open his eyes, just like when he and the dean came in just now.

"To be honest, your tricks are a bit too ostentatious. Whether it's blindfolding, or trying to mislead me, or making me think that you will mislead me and counter-mislead me, it's a bit stupid, because I can't be wrong because of this note. Make any changes." Hannibal said to himself.

Of course he would do this, because this kind of behavior is like saying 'I will produce a rock' to the other party before rock-paper-scissors. It seems like he is calculating something, but in fact it is a fool at all. Behavior.

However, Will still didn't speak.

Well, in fact he didn't speak all the time, just laying down so quietly, and this silence lasted for several hours until 5 pm, which was when Will was required to eat.

Hannibal opened the cabinet and took out a bag of Will's food.

It is said that it is food, but it is actually just some powders. These powders are completely configured according to the nutrients needed by human beings. For example, how much VC a person needs a day, then take a few VC tablets and throw them into the blender. How many calories and sugar do you need a day , Just find some rice and red beans and throw them in, and then buzz and stir them into a bag of residues. When eating, mix them with water to make a sticky mud, pull them out with a needle, and inject them into the stomach tube.

Although Hannibal had never done this kind of thing before, the operation was really simple, so he naturally finished it quickly.

"To be honest, I don't dislike doing these things. If there is such a day, you are so old that you need someone to serve you, and I am still as young as I am now, I am even quite happy to be your housekeeper, but , if you keep saying nothing like this, how can our game continue."

As Hannibal spoke, he had pulled the thing out and was about to drive it into Will's stomach tube.

And at this moment, Will finally spoke. He said
"and many more."

Hannibal's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Hehe, that's right, we have to communicate. Then, should you talk first, or should I ask questions first?" He said with a smile, because he finally felt like starting the game.

But, to his a little surprise, Will shook his head.

"Forget about that game, it's already over, it's already over?" Will said lightly.

"It's over?" Hannibal frowned slightly: "Oh, stop playing such little tricks, okay, we're not kids anymore, and such boring things shouldn't appear in our games."

Will sighed imperceptibly, instead of looking at Hannibal, he looked out the window: "Stop hitting me with these disgusting things, okay?"

He said lightly.

Hannibal froze for a moment: "Oh? Why?"

"Because they don't deserve to be called food at all, they feel like something vomited out of my stomach and injected back into my stomach. Every time I think about these things, I feel nauseous." Will said.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and only then did he realize that since he took these nutritional powders out of the cabinet, Will's eyes have been avoiding these things. It seems that he really hates these things to the extreme.

"What you said is indeed true. These things have not even touched their tongues. Of course they cannot be called food. In fact, even if they touch them, it is not a good thing, because I can imagine how delicious they taste Terrible." Hannibal shrugged and said, "However, they can provide you with the energy you need every day, you have to live, don't you?"

As soon as the words fell, Will on the bed turned his head abruptly, at such a speed that it was impossible to tell that he was a seriously ill old man.

"No, I don't have to live, I mean, for an old man like me, it's painful to live one more second, so...you."

he stares
Hannibal could clearly see the anticipation in his eyes, as well as the eyeballs that gradually became bloodshot due to the excessive opening of the eyelids.

But he still didn't say anything after all.

Hannibal was silent for a while: "You want to say, don't let me give you these nutritional powders?"

Will nodded, indicating that was what he meant, and Hannibal could even feel that when he said this, the opponent was suppressing an inexplicable excitement.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't do this. After all, my job is to take care of you. Besides, with your physical condition, if you don't eat. Do you think I might kill you?" Hannibal said with a smile, and then , inserted the needle in his hand into the gastric tube, pushed hard, and the yellow-brown disgusting paste entered Will's stomach along the gastric tube.

The anticipation in Will's eyes disappeared, and he closed his eyes quietly.
"Okay, stop being childish, can we talk about the game now?" Hannibal asked.

Will doesn't respond to the quiet, like none of this just happened.

Time passed by every minute and every second. At first, Hannibal thought there would be a sudden turning point, but it was time to wait for the end of get off work.

"Well, it seems that we didn't get along very well on the first day, but fortunately, we didn't quarrel, so. See you tomorrow." Hannibal said with a smile, and then left the ward.

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Hannibal frowned.

too weird.

In fact, he actually felt strange from the first second he entered this hospital. But for a while, he couldn't tell what was strange.

Haven't seen another doctor for a day?But I haven't gone out all day, which seems to make sense.

Is there no smell of disinfectant in the corridor?This is a nursing home, not a medical institution that accepts patients all year round, so it's normal for the peculiar smell to be a little lighter.

Too quiet hallway?
A facility that is obviously older than it looks?
or something else?
Hannibal carefully thought about everything he saw today. Although everything seemed to be explainable, the combination of these things miraculously created a strangeness that he couldn't explain.

It's like a trace of stench permeating the edge of the nose, looming, but I can't find where the shit is.

At this moment, Hannibal noticed the door of the ward beside him.

As I said before, the door of this kind of ward is made of solid wood. It may be to protect the privacy of patients, so there are no windows or glass. It is just a large door panel with an L-shaped door handle protruding from it.

And it was the angle of the doorknob that Hannibal noticed. Because it was old, it had a loose screw, making it slope slightly downward
This angle is exactly the same as the angle he saw when he came to this corridor before.

Has no one opened the door of this ward for a day?So, there are no patients in this ward?
Hannibal was puzzled, then walked to the door, and lightly touched the doorknob with his finger
Then I was a little surprised to find that there was a layer of dust on it
(End of this chapter)