The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 1 Halloween

Every city has a few streets that people don't usually walk.

Just like this one now.

It's huddled next to 22nd Street, with no signposts, no light post, no name, not even a sewer at the entrance, like a wall built from both ends, but there are no bricks when it is about to meet, It is very irresponsible to simply leave such a gap, so small that you may miss it with a sneeze.

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

There is a street lamp that has been broken for 10 years and no one has come to repair it, two trash cans that are full all year round, a few stray cats that frequent, flies that never die, and a small private hospital.

In fact, this small building is not a hospital at all, not even a clinic. It has only two floors, and it looks more like a gothic photo studio left over from decades ago, or a It was something like a pawn shop, but I don’t know who bought it, and then hung a sign saying [HOSPITAL].

Three in the morning.

Dr. Ziliang stood in front of the sink, washing his hands with cold water.

He hated all the holidays, and he didn't understand why people pick out a few days of the year to do silly things and act like they mean something.

For example, this Halloween, everyone wears skulls and jack-o-lanterns, wanders on the street, and cheers with unknown meaning.Those teenage children also covered their faces with mother’s foundation, and they went to smash the door of the neighbor’s house desperately, and the reason was to ask for 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 didn't knock on the door of this hospital, otherwise Ziliang was not sure if he would stick a needle in their eyes.

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

Messy hair, a pale skin like a kidney deficiency, although he is only in his 20s, but the beard that he has never shaved makes him look more like a man in his early 30s, and a pair of dark circles under his eyes that have become more serious due to long-term insomnia .
Yes, insomnia again.

The bastard residents outside kept making noise until midnight before going back to sleep, and after half an hour of silence, the annoying alarm bells began to appear continuously on the street, and they became more and more intensive, until now there was no sound. stop.

No need to think about it, another criminal must have escaped from the prison. It is estimated that that person felt that even if he stood on the street in a prison uniform today, no one would think that there was anything wrong with him.

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 covered his face in a blur, and Ziliang found helplessly that it would be dawn in a few hours.

Simply, he just stood in the dark, smoking a cigarette lightly, listening to the wild cats, watching the police cars passing by from time to time outside the window.

"Fucking Halloween."

"Fuck the police car."

"Go to fucking Gotham."

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

The streets of the city are like a vessel to a dying heart, still atherosclerotic.But it's not bad, because in this kind of weather, no one will come to patronize this humble hospital, right?
So Ziliang leaned on his own sofa chair, trying to find a little drowsiness amidst the noise.

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

"Hey, it must be those young people who wake up early in the morning and find their lower body hurts." Ziliang thought.

According to an unbelievable statistic, around any festival, gonorrhea, syphilis, and AIDS are high-infection time zones. It seems that young people nowadays always feel that having sex on festivals will be more expensive than on weekdays. Even more sacred, they don't even let go of the Ching Ming 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, hesitated for a while, then pointed to the door: "Uh, maybe you didn't notice that the bags of garbage you piled up at the door are a bit smelly."

"Ah?" Ziliang hissed his eyes and gave such a questioning tone, because he didn't think that this person came in against the rain just to tell himself that he was going to throw out the garbage.

the officer shrugged
"Well, I just remind you by the way." He said, and then handed over a chapter of paper with a portrait on it: "Actually, the purpose of my coming is to inform you that a criminal escaped from the Arkham Asylum last night, You have to be careful."

Ziliang took the notice and looked at it. It showed a ferocious guy with a neck that seemed to have some kind of thyroid problem. The thick neck was integrated with the cheeks. Of course, it was not swollen, but full of muscles. Wearing a prison uniform, there is a shocking scar from his forehead to his chin. The stitching technique is not very good. The traces of needlework make it look like a big centipede crawling under the skin.

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

"Hey, I say doctor, don't take it for granted, this man is no ordinary prisoner, but a madman."

"Crazy?" Ziliang asked lightly.

"Yeah, it's the kind of murderer who saws people around with a chainsaw." The police officer said, and made a gesture of waving the chainsaw up and down: "A complete lunatic, 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 taken aback: "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 weak puff.

(End of this chapter)