All Worlds Madhouse

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, this trick of yours is a bit too ostentatious. Whether it's a cover-up or an attempt to mislead me, or to make me think you will mislead me and counter-mislead me, it's a bit stupid, because I can't possibly do it because of this note. Make any changes." Hannibal said to himself.

Of course he would do this, because this kind of behavior is like pretending to the other party "I can play rock" before rock-paper-scissors. It seems like he is calculating something, but in fact he is just a fool. Behavior.

However, Will still didn't speak.

Well, in fact, he didn't speak the whole time, just lying there quietly, and this silence lasted for several hours, until 5 o'clock in the afternoon, which was the time when Will was required to eat.

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

It is said to be 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 does a person need in a day? Then take a few VC tablets and throw them into a blender. How many calories and sugar are needed in a day? , just find some rice, red beans and the like and throw it in, and then stir it into a bag of residue. When eating, mix it with water to make a sticky paste, pull it out with a needle, and put it into the stomach tube.

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

"To be honest, I'm not averse to doing these things. If one day you are old enough to need someone to take care of you, and I am still as young as I am now, I will even be quite happy to be your housekeeper. It's just that , if you keep saying nothing, how can our game continue?"

Hannibal said, having already pulled out the thing and was about to put it into Will's stomach tube.

At this time, Will finally spoke. He said

"etc."

Hannibal's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Haha, that's right. We have to communicate. So, should you speak first, or should I ask questions first?" He said with a smile, because he finally felt like starting the game.

However, what surprised him a little was that Will shook his head.

"Don't mention that game. It's over. It's over a long time ago?" Will said lightly.

"Is it over?" Hannibal frowned slightly: "Hey, don't play such little tricks, okay? We are not children anymore. Such boring things should not appear in our games."

Will sighed imperceptibly. He did not look at Hannibal, but looked out the window: "Stop hitting me with these disgusting things, okay?"

He said calmly.

Hannibal was stunned for a moment: "Oh? Why?"

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

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and then he realized that since he took these nutritional powders out of the cabinet, Will's eyes had been avoiding these things. It seemed that he really hated these things.

"What you said does make sense. These things have not even been touched by the tongue. Of course they cannot be called food. In fact, even if they are touched, it is not a good thing, because I can imagine how they taste. Scary." Hannibal shrugged and said, "But they can provide you with the energy you need every day, and you have to live, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Will turned his head sharply on the bed at a speed that made it 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 for even one more second, so... you."

he stared

Hannibal could clearly see the anticipation in his eyes, as well as the eyeballs that were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes due to the excessive opening of his eyelids.

But he still didn't say anything.

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

Will nodded, indicating that this was what he meant. Hannibal could even feel that when he said this, he 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 disgusting yellow-brown 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 you talk about this game now?" Hannibal asked.

Will didn't respond quietly, as if nothing happened just now.

Time passed by minute by second. Originally, Hannibal thought there would be some sudden turn of events, but the time to get off work was almost here.

"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 he closed the door to the ward, Hannibal frowned.

Too strange.

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

Not seeing another doctor all day? But I haven't gone out all day, which seems to make sense.

Doesn't the corridor smell like disinfectant? This is a sanatorium, not a medical institution that accepts patients all year round, so it is normal for the unique smell to be mild.

Too quiet hallway?

A facility that is obviously older than it looks?

Or something else?

Hannibal thought carefully about everything he saw today. Although everything seemed to be explainable, when these things were put together, they magically created a strangeness that he could not explain.

It was like a faint smell that hung around the edge of my nose, but I couldn't find where the shit was.

At this moment, Hannibal noticed the ward door next to him.

As mentioned before, this kind of ward door is made of solid wood. It may be to protect the patient's privacy, so there is no window or glass. It is just a door panel with an L-shaped door handle protruding from it.

What Hannibal noticed was the angle of the door handle. Because it was old, its screws were loose, causing it to tilt slightly downward.

This angle was exactly the same as the one he saw when he came to this corridor before.

Has no one opened the door to this ward all day? So, there are no patients in this ward?

Hannibal was puzzled, then walked to the door and gently touched the door handle with his finger.

Then I was a little surprised to find that there was a layer of dust on it.