The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 27

Following these words, the confinement room fell into a suffocating silence.

Although human beings have practiced the so-called legal society for centuries, in places like prisons, the most primitive and true principle of slavery is still used.

In Arkham Asylum, the warden is everything. Prisoners have nothing. Your food, human rights, and even butt wipes are all given. The only thing that belongs to you is the right to survive.

Then what Warden Quincy Sharp said just now is undoubtedly equivalent to the slave owner giving a slave the most perfect reward, but what about Ziliang? .It's almost like spit on Quincy Sharp's face with crystal clear sticky phlegm.

"Hehe——" Warden Quincy laughed, and the laughter was filled with a creepy taste: "Okay, then I want to hear, what do you want to do with the computer in my office? Is the website in question?"

Ziliang still looked lazy: "Of course not. Well. If you have it, I'd like to see it too, but that's not the most important thing. I want your office computer because there is a copy of it in your computer. Original schematics of Cam's Asylum before the expansion."

This answer was somewhat beyond Warden Quincy Sharp's expectations, so he was slightly taken aback: "Do I have that kind of thing?"

"Of course it's on a hidden disk in your computer, it was there before you took over as Warden, you just never noticed it."

"Well, but how do you know, and what do you want that kind of thing for?" the warden continued to ask.

Ziliang yawned very bored: "You have too many questions, I am too lazy to answer them, and you are not going to give them to me anyway."

Quincy Sharp's smile became even colder: "Yes, of course I'm not going to give you any structural diagrams. In fact, I don't care what you want for that thing."

"Uh, if I'm not mistaken, you're going to tell me about a set of extremely cruel punishments." Ziliang muttered helplessly, as if he was about to face the look of the aunt next door. Like nagging.

"No, no, no——" the warden immediately shook his head: "I won't punish you because even Professor Yang can't do anything about you. It seems that you shouldn't be afraid of torture in a general sense. I've seen your For the record, the above occupation is written as a doctor. I guess, you may be the kind of perverted criminal who destroyed your pain nerves. So, I decided to use some ancient, simple, but effective methods to make you reflect on yourself."

"Uh, sure enough." Ziliang muttered feebly, obviously he already knew what the warden was thinking.

Warden Quincy opened his arms and gestured to the small space: "This is a confinement room, a fully enclosed space with only a small ventilation hole, complete sound insulation, no light, and even the daily food is from childhood. No one can disturb you here, so you can reflect on your crimes here. As for how long you will reflect on it.? Hehe, I’m not sure, maybe a day. Maybe a week. Maybe, yes a year."

Quincy Sharp's voice was very soft, but it was undoubtedly an extremely cruel whisper, echoing lightly in the confinement room
Anyone who has been in prison knows that confinement is a terrible thing. In loneliness, the mental torture suffered by human beings cannot be measured by the pain index. Often, a 7-day confinement can make A life is worse than death.

And a confinement room without light and sound isolation can undoubtedly destroy a person in a shorter time.

"Oh, that's right." Quincy Sharp seemed to think of something suddenly: "As you can see, there is no toilet here, so... you can only choose a corner to be your toilet, hehe, of course, in a few days You won't care, because you will be with your excrement for a long time. Even when you feel like you are about to collapse, you can try to squeeze them into various shapes, talk to them and so on Yes, trust me, that will work."

After hearing these words, Ziliang lowered his head helplessly.

"Hey, you people are such trouble. Do what you want, but I have to give you a word of advice before you do something stupid. I suggest you go to your office now, find the original structure diagram, and then Bring it to me, and I promise I'll go when I'm done, and it's better for you and me."

Quincy Sharp was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Ziliang with a look like a fool: ".Did I hear it wrong? Are you giving me advice? Hahaha——Well, I'm quite happy with that. I want to know, what if I don’t listen to your advice?”

"Oh, if that's the case." Ziliang reached into his hair and scratched it: "Then I'll take it apart."

He said as if it was a little troublesome.

There was another silence, but it wasn't creepy, but absurd and ridiculous, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

A few seconds passed.

"Hahahaha——" Quincy Sharp finally came to his senses, smiling and shaking his head: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, thank you for your advice, but I'm such an ignorant person who doesn't know how to praise , So, when you tear this place down and kick open the door of my office, I should regret that I didn't listen to your advice now. Haha."

The warden smiled, and then slowly exited the confinement room.

"Then goodbye, Mr. Ziliang, I hope you try not to drown in your own excrement before tearing down this place, hahaha."

He slowly closed the door of the confinement room.

The light coming in through the crack of the door quickly narrowed, and with the sound of the iron door closing, the entire confinement room fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Ziliang still maintained that posture of leaning against the wall, and he yawned loudly in an inconspicuous manner.

"Ah~ There is really no light and no sound here." He said, seemingly satisfied: "It's such a good place, so before demolishing this place, should we have a good sleep first? "

(End of this chapter)