The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 50 Pego
Police cars clustered in front of a residential building.

Will and Jack got through the cordon.

"The crime was committed between 10 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock in the morning. No murder weapon or bullet was found at the scene." Jack said calmly as usual. Since the scene has just been discovered, there are still many clues that have not been collected.

(It should be said here that this story happened at a certain time period at the end of the last century, when monitors were not popularized to the extent that the streets were full.)
Will nodded and closed his eyes a little.

The police officers present seemed to know Will, and when they saw him coming, they all stopped what they were doing and stood away from him.

This is not only because it is best not to disturb Will when he is working, but also because everyone does not like to get too close to such a withdrawn monster.

When Will opened his eyes again, his eyes had lost focus, as if in a state of sleepwalking.

He looked around the lawn in front of the house blankly, and his eyes swept across a few fresh footprints.

"I am over 190 cm tall and weigh up to 100 kg. My feet were covered with mud and crushed dead leaves from many different trees, so I didn't drive. I walked in the dark all the way to this place. house."

Will's tone became slow and drawn out, like a narrator telling himself.He straightened his chest and walked forward, the steps he took seemed to be heavy, as if he was already a tall and strong man weighing 200 jin.

He walked up the stairs, came to the door, and touched a large broken hole in the door with his fingers, while looking into the porch.

"I stood here for a while, probably knocking on the door. The owner of the room saw me from inside the door. He was probably very scared. He staggered back a few steps. When he fell, he pulled off the hanging hanging beside the porch. Decorate"

As he spoke, Will suddenly raised his arm and made a waving motion.

"I held a sharp blade in my hand, which was very thick and strong. It might be an axe. I slashed towards the door, and then lifted the large door panel with my bare hands. I walked in as if nothing had happened. I watched the owner of the room screaming to the door in fear. Go back, pick up everything you can touch and throw it at me, but I am strong, and I don't need to dodge at all. At this time... a baseball bat hit me"

Will looked at the messy shoes and ornaments on the ground, and finally stood next to a broken baseball bat and said blankly.

"The baseball bat hit my back from behind and broke immediately. The person was very hard. It should be a man, but it didn't hurt me."

Suddenly, Will turned around and swung his knife sideways in the direction of the blood on the wall.

"As soon as I turned around, I cut off the man's neck with a sharp blade. Before he had time to react, the blood splashed on the roof of the house. Then, the other person was probably a woman. She started screaming and flinched. The corner of the wall, but I didn't know any pity, I walked towards her with a simple smile, leaving a fatal wound on her body, the blood was like boiling hot water blowing out, instantly staining the carpet and the whole wall red. The wound was big. Very big."

"Break it in half." Will murmured, and then showed a simple and honest smile.

But then, he fell into an extremely strange state, as if he was blocked from some kind of dream, and he couldn't go in at all.

"But... but what about the corpse?"

He stood in the corner, asking himself blankly, but he still couldn't answer by himself.
Suddenly, he saw something again, Will leaned over, and in the blood that hadn't completely dried up, he found some kind of trace that he had never seen before.

"What is this?" Will seemed to have no way to continue the profiling, so he broke away from the "substitution mode", and asked Jack who had been standing at the door listening in confusion.

"Footprints!" Jack replied.

"Footprints. How can anyone have such footprints? Is it a broken prosthesis?"

"I didn't say it was human." Jack hesitated and said.

Will seemed to tremble violently, remembering the few pig hairs that Jack handed him an hour ago in his classroom
At this time in the early 21st century, the city of "Rochester" can be regarded as the number one metropolis in the United States, with four distinct seasons and developed industries. No matter from which point of view, it is better than "Gotham City" too much.

Especially the criminals here, they are very polite, which is specifically reflected in the fact that they don't often blow up banks or make corpses in batches. A drunkard who doesn't return home at night, at most, will blow a few people's heads off on impulse, and he will not make much of it after the collapse, and will even be distressed for several days because of this trivial matter.

Therefore, Ziliang likes this place very much. After all, there are no frequent explosions and sirens all night, so he can more or less get a good night's sleep.

Been coming to this plane for about two weeks now.

This time, the location of the "Coffin of Eternal Life" is very bad. It appeared on the corner of a bustling street. A small hospital that simply says [HOSPITAL] still sees a few patients every day.

And among these patients, several have become "regular customers".

Yep, they're the kind of jerk patients who get stomach upsets every other day or can't sleep well, and they're here for a very specific purpose.
"Remember to go home and take your medicine on time." A gentle voice came.

Of course, the voice was not from Ziliang, but from Harry Quinn in the nurse's office next door.

After saying goodbye to her cute little pudding, this beautiful girl seems to have gradually regained her original state of being engaged in the physical therapy industry. Therefore, during this period, almost all the patients were treated by her. processed.

Of course. That's why there are always a few patients who don't know what to do and who don't know what to do.

An office worker whose hair was stripped bald by the pressure of work at first glance walked out of the hospital gate with a smile.

"Uh, what's wrong with him today?" Ziliang asked while holding his notes in his smoky office.

Harley Quinn leaned against the door with his waist twisted: "I didn't pay attention to it, it's just salt water anyway."

Ziliang nodded, calculated the frequency of this uncle's visits to the hospital, and felt that if he hadn't been obsessed with staring at Quinn's chest all the time, then he wouldn't have had sex with "Pego" so soon. Meet.

Oh, I forgot to say, "Pego" is a pig.

Raised by Old Joey.
(End of this chapter)