All Worlds Madhouse

The corridor stretches forward, with wards with closed doors on both sides. Since there is no glass on the door, you can't see inside at all.

And to be honest, this sanatorium looks pretty good from the outside, but the facilities inside are not satisfactory. Along the way, Hannibal saw at least four or five broken light bulbs, large pieces of peeling wall, and... There are several rusty water pipes completely exposed outside the wall.

After walking for a while, the dean stopped in front of a door.

"This is it, Room 1201. I hope you remember this house number, because it is written in the contract that you are only responsible for Will, so you can only enter Will's ward." With that, the hospital said The chief took out a key and handed it to Hannibal.

Hannibal took the key and looked down. "Well, I want to ask a question."

"I'm sorry, did you forget the promise? You can't ask me questions?"

"No, no, I don't want to ask about Will." Hannibal said: "I'm just a little curious why all the ward doors here are closed. I didn't see any open doors along the way. .”

The dean looked at Hannibal silently. For a second, Hannibal seemed to see a sign of danger in his eyes, but in an instant, the other person immediately put on a smiling face.

"Haha, your observation is very detailed. It seems that there is indeed no open door, but as I said before, there are very few medical staff in this hospital, so we cannot take care of all the patients all the time, and if Opening the door at these times and letting some seriously ill patients come out will cause us a lot of trouble."

Although Hannibal had no expression on his face when he heard this explanation, he was extremely surprised in his heart.

Of course, he was not surprised by the dean's answer.

But when he just asked the question, he conducted a psychological test on the director to understand the situation in this hospital. However, he unexpectedly found that he could not read the other person's thoughts, and even the simplest way of determining whether the other party was It can't be done even if you lie.

His mental abilities completely failed here.

"Hi, are you okay?" The dean's words brought back Hannibal's thoughts.

Hannibal calmed down and said, "Oh, of course, I was a little distracted just now. It will always be like this when you enter a new environment."

The dean nodded: "Yes, but you will get used to it soon."

As he said that, he gave up his position in front of the door and stretched out his hand towards the door. The meaning was obvious, that is, 'from now on, the job of opening the door will be yours every day. ’

Hannibal walked over with a natural smile, inserted the key into the door and turned it.

With a click, the door opened.

The scene inside the door did not make Hannibal feel any incongruity. There were some yellowed walls and simple decoration. There were no medical facilities in the room. There was only a bed and a small table and chair. It didn't look like a hospital room, but like an old apartment cubicle.

The only thing that was a little different was that there was an old man lying on that hospital bed.

He looked obviously seventy or eighty years old, his hair was a little sparse, and the exposed skin on his face was full of wrinkles, but between his brows and eyes, you could still see a little bit of Will, and his body looked just like before. What the dean said was that he had been put on a straitjacket, the kind of straitjacket that would only be used on the most dangerous mental patients. The entire arm was fixed in a cross on the chest, like a mummy. In this form, let alone hurting yourself, it is impossible to even turn around.

He saw Hannibal and Dean walking in, so he just opened his eyes, glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and then closed them again, pretending not to see anything.

"As you can see, this is the person you need to take care of, Will Graham." The dean said to Hannibal, but he didn't care about Will's attitude: "You just need to ensure that he eats daily. , just excrete it.”

As he said that, the dean walked to the bed and picked up a hollow tube. It was a rubber tube about five millimeters in diameter. It had a small cap on one end to seal the entrance, and the other end came from Will's side. It was inserted into the side nostril.

"You know what this is, right?" the dean asked.

Hannibal nodded. Of course he knew that this was a "nasogastric esophagus", also commonly known as a "gastric tube". In most cases, it is inserted through a person's nostrils, then passes through the mouth and enters the esophagus. , and finally goes straight to the stomach. If you can't imagine what kind of route this takes, then imagine that you have a cold, and you push back hard to get a big snot, and then the snot is cramped in your mouth, and you hold a piece of it in your mouth. Yes, the process of swallowing it into the stomach is the same as that of a gastric tube.

And its function is also obvious. It is prepared for those who have no way to eat. Without you opening your mouth or even moving, the mixed food will be injected directly into your stomach through the tube. Even the act of swallowing is omitted.

"The food is in the drawer, all prepared. You just need to inject it into the 'stomach tube' with water at three meals a day." The dean pointed to the cabinet beside him and said, "And when excreting , and his lower body already has corresponding implantation channels, so you don’t have to worry at all.”

Hannibal nodded. It seemed that taking care of Will was simpler than imagined. But on the other hand, the simpler it seemed, the more difficult it must be.

"The white coat is in the cabinet. It has been prepared in advance. There are various models. You can choose at will. Of course, the contract does not stipulate that you must wear it, so you can choose to wear it or not. No one will care. You. That’s all I have to say.”

After saying that, the dean smiled and walked out of the ward, as if he didn't want to stay in this ward for too long.

So at this moment, there are only two people left in this space, Hannibal and Will.

"Haha, although I don't know what tricks you are playing, but if you make yourself like this, how can our game continue?" Hannibal said with a smile.

Will didn't open his eyes, and he didn't seem to pay attention to Hannibal.

Hannibal is still smiling, and he is not in a hurry, because he knows Will very well. Since it is a game, there will never be a situation where victory or defeat is declared without confrontation. Therefore, the best response now is The solution is to wait quietly.

For a moment, he observed the appearance of 'Old Will' with great interest, then looked around the inconspicuous ward, and finally opened the cabinet in the corner.

This cabinet is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. On the bottom layer, there are many unopened white coats placed in piles. It seems that they are all prepared for the 'nurses' of this ward.

The middle level is what the dean calls "prepared food". As long as Will is injected into the stomach tube on time every day, it will be fine.

On the top floor, there are some snacks and red wine. It seems that in order to make the caregiver less bored, even things to kill time are prepared here.

"Well, although I know this is just a game world for the two of us, but there is a setting like red wine in the ward, isn't it a little too casual? Well, it's rare that you still remember what kind of wine I like to drink."

Hannibal said with a smile, then picked up the wine glass and poured a little for himself.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something.

There is a small piece of paper at the bottom of the red wine bottle. Although this piece of paper is not so hidden, it is not so easy to find if you don't pick up the bottle and pour a glass.

Hannibal picked up the piece of paper

On it, there is a line of words

[You have already won, please, let me go! 】