All Worlds Madhouse

(I moved a big Dinong for a while, but it has nothing to do with Dinong, so give it up. You can’t guess the plot. Also, vote!)

Will didn't say a single word, didn't talk about the rules of the game, didn't say what counts as victory and defeat, and didn't even ask himself whether he agreed with the game. In short, the moment he uttered the last word, the entire room disappeared. .

What followed was a series of car sounds.

"Hey! Why are you stunned! Get out of here!"

This was the rough voice of a middle-aged man. Hannibal frowned because he found that he was standing on a crosswalk. The traffic light beside him had turned green, but he was blocking the front of the traffic, making it Unable to move forward.

No wonder those drivers are so irritable.

Hannibal apologized politely and walked across the street.

At this time, he finally had time to look around.

Then 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.

"Yeah, it's back again. So, am I already in the game?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hannibal's mouth.

Next, Hannibal began to observe himself. This was natural, after all, there had to 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 it contained some graduation certificates and theses from medical schools, as well as a medical qualification certificate.

In the next few seconds, he stood on the side of the road and read the complete resume about "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 said [Rochester State Nursing Home] of words.

Hannibal raised his head, looked at the building directly in front of him, and the large letters "Rochester State Nursing Home" above the door, and nodded.

"Well, it seems that the game has begun."

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

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

"Yes, Dean."

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

"Yes." Hannibal responded politely.

The dean is a middle-aged man about sixty years old. His face is clearly defined and he does not easily show changes in expression. But now he laughed. "It's funny that you would choose a hospital like ours."

Hannibal pursed his lips and said nothing more.

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

"Of course." Hannibal said with a smile: "The name is a sanatorium, but in recent years it has been almost always receiving patients who are terminally ill and cannot be cured even with all-out treatment, and who will soon die. The responsibilities of this hospital It is to relieve their physical and mental pain and enable them to overcome their 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 finally live with dignity and even joy. Complete the last journey of life.”

"Haha. It's exactly the same as the slogan on the hospital website." The director 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 small paranoia of his own, but since you are willing to devote yourself to this cause, we naturally want it." The dean said with a smile: "But I have to remind you You, no matter how gorgeous your resume is, as long as you enter this hospital, you must work according to the rules and regulations here."

"Of course." Hannibal responded.

"Then, you can go to work starting today." The dean's smiling expression suddenly turned serious: "And what I say next is the key point. You have to listen carefully - because it is about your work content. .”

Hannibal nodded, indicating that he was ready.

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

Hannibal frowned: "You mean... I am only responsible for taking care of one person?"

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

Hannibal was silent for a while: "Well, I learned before that there are almost a hundred patients in this hospital - does it mean that each patient has a dedicated person to take care of him?"

"Of course not, we can't afford so many medical staff. In fact, the number of terminally ill patients here has increased recently, and there are nearly two hundred people. There are now more than thirty medical staff in the hospital, and they are almost responsible for All patients—except you.”

"Why?"

"As I said just now, you have to take care of a special patient."

"What's so special about it?"

The dean was silent for a moment: "Our other patients here just suffer from some kind of incurable disease. But what's special about this old man is that he not only suffers from a terminal illness, but also a mental illness. This is just right for you."

Hannibal nodded: "I see, then... is he difficult to deal with?"

"No, no..." the dean waved his hand, "It's not what you think. In other words, even if it is, it doesn't matter. Because - in order to prevent him from doing extreme things and hurting others or himself, His hands were fixed with leather rings. Moreover, he was very old and his legs and feet were inconvenient - so he was very quiet most of the time and just liked to talk nonsense. What you heard him say After you talk, you will know that he is really crazy. But you can completely ignore him, or just to make him happy, you can just follow his wishes and say a word or two - it's up to you."

The dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, then to what extent do I need to 'take care' of 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 times, and when he needs to urinate, you Just put the potty under his butt. Then, help him turn over and wipe his body every day - that's it. So, it's not too late for you to change your decision now, 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 precautions. If you decide to work here, you can sign it. ”

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

But after just one second of reading, he discovered a problem.

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

"Haha, 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 in this hospital. That is to say, he was only responsible for caring for a patient and doing the simplest work, but he received a higher salary than any other doctor. money.

"But why?" Hannibal couldn't help but ask.

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

"Taking care of a mentally ill old man...is important?" Hannibal repeated: "Then he is"

"Okay." The dean suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question and pointed to the contract: "If you read further, you wouldn't ask this question."

Hannibal turned his attention back to the contract and saw a line at the bottom of the contract that read

[...Party B (fill in name) must strictly keep secrets and shall not let anyone else know anything related to Will Graham (the name of this dying patient). 】

Hannibal blinked in shock. Well, now he finally discovered that the old man he wanted to take care of was actually Will. Moreover, the matter of taking care of him had to be kept secret.

Hannibal frowned, he was full of questions, but he did not ask questions, but continued to look down.

Sure enough, there is such a rule further down the contract.

[Party B is not allowed to ask any questions related to Will Graham. 】

Well, as Hannibal thought - no questions.

The dean saw Hannibal's expression and smiled.

"It seems that you are confused, but this contract is not that 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 brain problem - -Okay, that's all. I hope you won't explore or interfere with other issues. Obviously, you are a smart person. -If you want to get the highest salary, you must pay a small price. But this The price is as low as it gets - you just have to control your curiosity and stick to the contract. There's no better deal in the world."

"Yes, I understand." Hannibal nodded.

So, do you have any other questions before you sign the contract?

Hannibal thought for a while: "Other staff in the hospital, do they know about this old man named Will?"

The dean shook his head: "No one knows, he has always been taken care of by someone alone, and most employees will hardly have contact with him."

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

"Of course it was another doctor. Although he was not as good as you, he took good care of me. But later due to some reasons, he resigned. So I could only hire another person."

"That's it." Hannibal nodded: "Well, there is another question. I saw that regarding working hours, my working hours are from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. - So, who will be responsible for him at night? To take care of you?"

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

Although Hannibal was confused, he nodded to show that he understood. He continued to read the contract and noticed that the last clause was [Party B will be severely punished if there is a breach of contract]

"This severe punishment means"

"Don't be afraid. You know, all contracts will have restrictions on breach of contract. As long as you don't breach the contract, you don't have to worry about the punishment." The dean smiled, and then immediately asked: "Is there anything else? Is there a problem? If not, just sign the contract. We can sign for half a year without a trial period."

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

Hannibal was silent for a few seconds. How could he not care about 'punishment'? However, if he did not 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, now you are our official employee here, and you are welcome to join. Before starting work, I would like to remind you of some things that are not written in the contract. There are two points that I hope you will pay special attention to. "

"The first is, regardless of whether the old man makes such a request - you must not let him leave the room while you are working." When saying these words, the dean seemed to involuntarily increase his tone.

Hannibal frowned: "You mean, I can't push him out for a walk in a wheelchair, or even in the corridor?"

"Yes, you cannot let him leave the room in any way." 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 unexpected to us - this must not happen."

"I understand. What about the second point?"

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

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

Seeing Hannibal nodding, the dean suddenly returned to his previous expression: "Haha, okay, then I will represent the hospital. Remember, I am your direct person in charge and the only person in charge. If something happens In this case, you must inform me immediately without any delay.”

The dean strangely emphasized this point again.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." The dean remembered something again. "Actually, I've mentioned it before - during the days when you get along with this old man, you may hear him say some inexplicable things, which are all extremely absurd and crazy things. You have to remember that he has passed through After the psychiatrist’s identification, he determined that the patient was insane. So no matter what he says, you must not believe it.”

"Okay, I know."

"These are the points that require special attention." The dean exhaled and stood up from his chair, "Okay, now I will take you to Will Graham's ward."