The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 255 I
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark room.

In the next second, I am sure that this is not hell
So, I immediately realized something, I pulled my sleeve, the needle tube that should have been stuck in the blood vessel had been torn off, and it was still bandaged, although the bandaging technique was very bad.

"Hey. Are you awake?" A sharp, ugly, but extremely weak voice sounded.

I was taken aback, but when I turned my head, I saw a bloody man lying in the corner—a clown!
"Believe me, I tried my best to wake you up, but you didn't give me this face until I couldn't move." He smiled and said, "So since you wake up and remember what we said a few hours ago What? You said you could... save me."

After saying this, the clown passed out.

The whole room smelled strongly of blood. His wound was roughly plugged, but there was still a lot of blood left. I don't know how he persisted until now.
He is a criminal, as long as there are reports about him, there are almost all robberies, explosions, and murders. Yes, he is a terrible guy. He destroys everywhere, even destroying the fact that I am going to die.

Simply a demon.

So under this situation, what a normal person should do now is to scream, hold his head, and then run out like crazy, it is best to call the police again.

so i...didn't do that
I looked at him, looked at the body on the verge of death, and my eyes stayed on his face. At this moment, he was extremely quiet, and on that weird face, besides madness, I seemed to see a trace of other things .

That thing I can see on my face every time I look in the mirror.

The sadness of losing everything.

The water is not clean, because it is poured directly from the tap water pipe; the knife is very sharp, it was found out of the clown's pocket, and there are no forceps, but fortunately, two chopsticks were found in the kitchen, there is no shadowless lamp, and there is no hemostat , there is no disinfectant, not even an anesthetic, but, in this humble place, I began to operate on this lunatic.

The surgery was not going well, I inevitably broke a few blood vessels, and this guy was in the operation, woke up three times, I know, it was painful, and the pain was enough to drive anyone crazy.

But maybe it was because he was already crazy.

The first time he woke up, he said hello to me and said he could tell me a joke if he got bored.However, after 10 seconds, he passed out again.

When he woke up the second time, he told me that if I put a knife into his heart now, everyone in Gotham would thank me...including himself.

When he woke up for the third time, he smiled at me and said that my headdress was very beautiful today, which reminded him of a woman named Jie Ni, but he said that he had no idea who Jie Ni was. Well, this may be him The joke he was about to tell just now, because he started laughing wildly, and then he fell into a coma again.

Finally, under such circumstances, I ended the operation. I don't know if it was right or wrong. I saved a criminal, but I am a doctor, and I am destined to save people.

What's more, this person also saved me.

The stable period after surgery lasted only half an hour.

After that, this lunatic started to have a high fever. There is no way, this kind of place, such a big wound, I guarantee it will be infected before I wake up.

He had a severe fever, and I could feel the scorching heat through his clothes, as if he was about to swallow him alive.

I stood by the bed, I don’t know what’s going on, I should run away, I should stay away from this lunatic, but I didn’t, it might be because I think, if I want to die, I’ll definitely die if I stay by his side Make it easier.

So... I succeeded, and gently brushed his peaceful face, weird makeup, horrible lips, and sad eyes.

Soon, the body temperature of over 40 degrees started to throw him into chaos. I don't know what chaos means to a crazy person. Anyway, he started crying. It was the most heart-piercing sound I've ever heard. From the cries of hundreds of thousands of people, the thickest part was extracted, and then mixed together to form a cup of uncontrollable wailing.

He must have lost something extremely precious, just like me, but different, my loss was just a sudden car accident, and I lost everything in an instant, while his loss was a slow, long-term loss. Yes, the torment that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Otherwise, the sound would not be so distant and thick.

what is itDrive him crazy?a car accident?A financial crisis, or something bigger or smaller.

I gently lifted his head and let him lie on my lap, maybe this way, it would make him more comfortable, and then I used my fingers to gently comb his strangely colored hair. Until he stopped and his breathing changed Be steady.

I think he must have had a good dream, because the corners of his mouth turned up, not the usual horrible, hysterical crazily rising.

But really. Smile.

In the dark, a little bit of light.

It was the sun shining on my face. I hummed softly, and then opened my eyes.

A bald wall?

The scene in front of me suddenly recalled that I was in a dilapidated apartment that I didn't even know where I was, and beside me was a heinous lunatic.

God, I don't know why I can fall asleep, you know, when I'm at home, I have been suffering from insomnia, but yesterday, I actually fell asleep with a lunatic in my arms!
Even more frightening. I slept soundly.

Well, now is not the time to think about these things, I soon found out that the person on my knee last night had already left, so...should I also leave quickly.

So, still in shock, I quickly turned over and got out of bed. Immediately afterwards, I was by the bed and saw that figure.

It was an extremely bleak figure from the back, but... He obviously heard the sound of me waking up, so he turned around, and the front of the figure was an extremely crazy image.

"Hi glad I'm still alive." He said to me in that hoarse voice: "First of all, I have to thank you, obviously, you are one of the rare people who can speak reliably, hehe, oh, Also. Last night, I seemed to have a pretty good dream, so, did I talk in my sleep?"

He asked, and that creepy face moved closer to me. I felt like I was being strangled by something, and I couldn't say a word.

"Well, whether you heard it or not, please, don't tell me because I know, it was a good dream.
but me.

No need.

good dream. "

(End of this chapter)