All Worlds Madhouse

Every city has a few streets that people don't often use.

Just like this one now.

It huddles next to 22nd Street. There are no road signs, no light posts, no names, and there is not even a sewer at the entrance. It is like a wall being built from both ends, but when it is about to merge, there are no bricks. It was simply irresponsible to leave such a gap, so small that you could miss it even if you sneeze.

Similarly, the facilities on this street are also very suitable for it.

There is a broken street lamp that has not been repaired for 10 years, two trash cans that are always full, a few wild cats that often visit, flies that never die, and a small private hospital.

In fact, this small building cannot be called a hospital at all, not even a clinic. It only has two floors, and it looks more like a Gothic photo studio left over decades ago, or maybe It's like a pawn shop, but I don't know who bought it, and then hung a sign that said [HOSPITAL].

Three o'clock in the morning.

Dr. Ziliang stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands with cold water.

He hated all holidays. He didn't understand why people had to choose a few days every year to do stupid things and pretend to be meaningful.

Just like this Halloween, everyone is wearing skulls and carrying jack-o'-lanterns, wandering on the street, and cheering with no fundamental meaning. Those teenage children, with their mothers' foundation all over their faces, went to bang on the neighbor's door, and the reason was actually to get a few pieces of candy. Everyone knows that they don't eat a few pieces of candy all year round, they would rather Go smoke weed.

Fortunately, they did not knock on the door of this hospital, otherwise Ziliang was not sure whether he would poke a needle into their eyes.

After turning off the faucet, Ziliang hurriedly wiped his hands on his white coat and wiped away the water stains on it. He raised his head and saw a thin face reflected in the mirror in front of him.

He has messy hair and pale skin that looks like kidney deficiency. Although he is only in his 20s, his beard that he never shaves makes him look more like a man in his early 30s. He also has a pair of dark circles under his eyes that have become more serious due to long-term insomnia. .

Yes, I have insomnia again.

The bastard residents outside were making noise until midnight before going back to sleep. And just half an hour after it stopped, the annoying alarm bells began to sound continuously on the street, and they became more and more intensive. Until this moment, there were no stop.

Needless to say, a criminal must have escaped from prison again. He probably felt that no one would think there was anything wrong with him even if he was standing on the street wearing a prison uniform today.

Another series of vehicles passed by, police lights shone into the small doctor's office, and several red and blue lights flashed on the wall.

Ziliang came to the window and quietly took out a cigarette.

For some reason, he didn't turn on the light, so a scarlet bright spot ignited in the darkness. The smoke obscured his face, and Ziliang found helplessly that it would be dawn in a few hours.

Simply, he just stood in the darkness, smoking lightly, listening to the cry of wild cats, and looking at the police cars flashing past the window from time to time.

“Fuck Halloween.”

"Fuck the cop car."

"Fuck Gotham."

The long night finally passed. On the first day of November, it rained heavily. The sound of rain hitting the glass and the continuous noise reached Ziliang's ears through the window.

The streets of this city are like arteries leading to a dying heart, still in a state of arteriosclerosis. But this is not bad, because in this kind of weather, no one will come to visit this humble hospital, right?

So Ziliang leaned back on his sofa chair and tried to find some sleepiness among the noise.

But then, a knock on the door completely shattered his plan.

"Hey, it must be those young people who wake up early in the morning and find their lower bodies hurt." Ziliang thought this way.

According to an incredible statistic, gonorrhea, syphilis, and AIDS are most likely to be infected around any festival. It’s like today’s young people always feel that having a date during a festival will make them look better than on ordinary days. Even more sacred, they don’t even miss the Qingming Festival.

But to Ziliang's surprise, the person who walked into his office turned out to be a policeman, and he didn't seem to want to see a doctor.

"Hello?" Ziliang asked.

"Hello." The policeman responded. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and pointed to the door: "Well, maybe you didn't notice that those bags of garbage you piled at the door are a little smelly."

"Ah?" Ziliang shushed his eyes and gave such a questioning tone, because he didn't think that this person came in despite the rain just to tell him to throw away the garbage.

The officer shrugged his shoulders

"Okay, I'm just reminding you by the way." He said, and then handed over a piece of paper with a portrait on it: "Actually, the purpose of my coming here is to inform you that a criminal escaped from Arkham Asylum last night. You have to be careful."

Ziliang took the notice and looked at it. There was a picture on it of a ferocious-looking guy. His neck looked like he had some thyroid problem. His neck was thick and formed into one body. Of course, it was not swollen, but full of muscles. Wearing a prison uniform, a shocking scar stretches from his forehead to his chin. The stitching technique is not very good at first glance. The traces of needlework make it look like a big centipede crawled under the skin.

"Oh, thank you." Ziliang muttered and put the notice aside.

"Hey, doctor, don't worry, this man is not an ordinary prisoner, but a madman."

"Crazy?" Ziliang asked lightly.

"Yeah, that's the kind of murderer who goes around with a chainsaw to cut people." The police officer said, and also made a gesture of swinging the chainsaw up and down: "A complete madman, without any humanity, so, I hope It’s no joke that you close before 3pm during the week.”

Ziliang frowned: "It's not as scary as you said."

The police officer was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when I saw him last night, I thought he was quite cute." Ziliang muttered, then lit a cigarette and took a puff weakly.