The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 79 New World?
It was another morning like this, as soon as the sun broke through the curtains and shone on Ziliang's face, he woke up reflexively.

He hates this kind of setting of human beings, that is, you have to sleep every day. As soon as the time is almost up, your body will start to push you to the bed mercilessly, but your brain is still as stubborn as a donkey, Desperately yelling: "I won't sleep! Even if you turn off the light and lie under the quilt with your eyes closed, I will never sleep!"

That's it, the brain and the body fight each other every night, over and over again, without end.

Like old Joey and Hannibal these two bastards.

Yesterday, they yelled again. As for the reason, it was still because of "food" and "feed".Although in Ziliang's eyes that thing is two different names for the same thing, these two idiots always quarrel for hours over this trivial matter.

Hannibal believes that no matter how great Pego was, he is now a pig, so he should eat what pigs eat, such as eating leftovers by himself.

But Joey argues with reason, it has always emphasized that this kind of rhetoric is discrimination against pigs, and it is also discrimination against himself, because in his pig farm, Pego has always eaten much better than himself, and, Old Joey always stayed in Hannibal's kitchen from time to time, asking him to make a "super royal, exquisite and rich feed feast" for Pego.

Yes, that's what old Joey called what he wanted, and Hannibal slapped his head in embarrassment at the words.

Hey, anyway, this kind of headache happens every day. Now Ziliang sees Harley Quinn and thinks that she is as holy as a little fairy. "Besides the story, it won't make too much noise.

What?You ask, since you already have a psychiatrist, why doesn't Ziliang let Hannibal treat his insomnia?

Tsk tsk, listen to what stupid things you are saying, Ziliang asked Hannibal to give him psychological counseling?Even if it wasn’t the dinner that day, it would be “Dry Stir-fried Liver”. Believe it or not, Hannibal can also specially prepare a plate of high-quality ebony sauce dipped in Ziliang’s eyeballs as dessert?

In short, compared to this quiet, peaceful world without noise and crime, Ziliang feels that his hospital is like a gathering place for hooligans.

Oh, yes, there are no hooligans in this world
It has been two weeks since I came to this world, and Ziliang has a very good evaluation of this world.

In fact, it is really good, just like what I said just now, this is an out-and-out harmonious society, and the harmony is a bit unreal.

This time his hospital is located on the side of a commercial street in a bustling metropolis, and the window of his office is facing a crosswalk.
Ziliang dared to "eat a meal made by Hannibal once" as a guarantee. In the past half month, he has not seen any car running a red light, no one not walking across the crosswalk, and no one spitting anywhere. Not even the garbage bins on the side of the road have anyone throwing garbage into the wrong category!

There were no fights, no quarrels, no tattoos on the street, no hair dyes, and two tough-looking men accidentally bumped into each other while walking, and then apologized to each other quickly.

If Gotham City is a city of sin, then this plane seems to be standing in the completely opposite direction of Gotham City.At this time, Ziliang wondered if something went wrong and brought him to a perfect plane without evil.

And all of this changed in one afternoon.

I don't know if it's predestined, but the third-rate characters in each story have some common characteristics, such as balding.

On this day, another middle-aged man who had lost his crown opened the door of Ziliang Hospital.And this uncle was also the first person to enter the hospital since Ziliang came here.

He is in his forties, carrying a briefcase, and looks like a typical office worker. According to common sense, most of this kind of people should be chubby, with a greasy luster on his face, and a pair of small eyes. It is only right that I am overwhelmed by the day-to-day work and life.

But this person is different. His business suit is very clean, and under the suit is a very well-proportioned figure. It looks as if he insists on exercising every day, and there seems to be no such thing in his eyes. The sense of decadence that has long since lost hope in life is at least what it looks like. In short, this appearance makes him look strange.

He walked into Ziliang's office very politely.

In the next second, he was stunned for a moment. As for the reason, most likely it was because he didn't expect Ziliang's office to be in such a mess.But soon, he hid his emotions.

"Hi doctor." He greeted very politely and bowed slightly.

Well, although in terms of social status, respecting doctors should be a very normal thing, but seeing a street gangster in a white coat like Ziliang showing respect seems a bit unreasonable.

"Uh hello," Ziliang responded.

The uncle glanced at the dirty chair opposite Ziliang, and sat on it still maintaining a polite expression.

"What's wrong?" Ziliang asked, and while talking, he lit a cigarette over and over again.

The man watched Ziliang smoking a cigarette for a short period of silence.

"It's like this, doctor, I've been a little... not eating well lately."

"Oh, like?"

"That's right. I think I've eaten too much," the man said, seeming a little anxious.

Ziliang frowned. In fact, according to the general situation, he had lazily pushed this kind of patient to Harley Quinn for a long time. However, there was obviously a strange atmosphere about this patient.

"Eat a lot? Then you can eat less." Ziliang responded.

The uncle immediately shook his head: "I think...you didn't understand me. In fact, I have eaten very little, but...I think I am still gaining weight. Compared with last month, I have gained 5 catties !"

As he spoke, there was an unconcealed fear in his tone.

"Isn't it normal to gain weight in middle age? Many men at this age will gain weight. This is a normal physiological phenomenon. You have nothing to worry about." Ziliang said, then frowned.

Because he could clearly see the uncle's body, he couldn't restrain his trembling because of fear
(End of this chapter)