All Worlds Madhouse

Following these words, a suffocating silence fell into the solitary room.

Although humans have been adhering to the so-called legal society for centuries, in places like prisons, the most primitive and true slave principles are still used.

In Arkham Asylum, the warden is everything. But the prisoners have nothing. Your food, human rights, and even toilet paper are all given to you. The only thing you have is your right to survive.

So what Warden Quincy Sharp said just now is undoubtedly equivalent to the slave owner giving a slave the most perfect reward, but what about Ziliang? .It was almost like spitting a big mouthful of crystal clear phlegm into Quincy Sharp's face.

"Haha——" Warden Quincy laughed, and the laughter was full of a creepy flavor: "Okay, then I want to hear, what do you want to do with the computer in my office? Go browse some articles that solve physiological problems. Is this the website in question?”

Ziliang still looked lazy: "Of course not. Well, if you have one, I would also like to see it, but that is not the most important thing. I want your office computer because you have a copy of it." Original structural drawing of Cam Asylum before its expansion.”

This answer was somewhat unexpected by Warden Quincy Sharp, so he was slightly startled: "Do I have that kind of thing?"

"Of course it's on a hidden disk on your computer. It existed before you took over as warden, but you never noticed it."

"Okay, but how do you know, and what do you want that kind of thing for?" the warden continued to ask.

Ziliang yawned uninterestedly: "You have too many questions. I am too lazy to answer them. You are not prepared to give them to me anyway."

Quincy Sharp's smile became even colder: "Yes, of course I'm not going to give you any structural diagram. In fact, I don't care what you want that thing for."

"Well, if I'm not wrong, you are about to tell me a set of extremely cruel punishment methods." Ziliang muttered helplessly, with an expression as if he was about to face the look of the aunt next door. Like nagging.

"No, no, no -" the warden immediately shook his head: "I won't punish you because even Professor Yang can't do anything to you. It seems that you are not afraid of torture in the general sense. I have seen your Record, the profession above is doctor. I wonder if you are the kind of perverted criminal who destroyed your own pain nerves. So, I decided to use some ancient, simple, but effective methods to make you reflect on it. "

"Uh, sure enough." Ziliang muttered feebly, obviously he already knew the warden's thoughts.

Warden Quincy opened his arms and gestured to the small space: "This is a solitary room. It is a completely enclosed space with only one small ventilation hole. It is completely soundproof and has no light. Even the daily food is from childhood." No one can disturb you here when the chute is brought in, so you can reflect on your crimes here. As for how long you will reflect on? Haha, I'm not sure, maybe a day. Maybe a week. Maybe, yes One year."

Quincy Sharp's voice was very soft, but it was undoubtedly an extremely cruel whisper, echoing lightly in the confinement room.

Anyone who has been in prison knows that confinement is a terrible thing. In loneliness, the mental torture suffered by human beings cannot be measured by the pain index. Often, a seven-day confinement can make people suffer. A person's life is worse than death.

And a confinement room with no light and no sound can undoubtedly destroy a person in a shorter time.

"Oh, by the way." Quincy Sharp seemed to suddenly remember something: "As you can see, there is no toilet here, so you can only choose a corner as your toilet. Haha, of course, in a few days You won't care anymore, because you will be with your excrement for a long time. Even when you feel like you are about to collapse, you can try to squeeze them into various shapes, talk to them, etc. Yes, trust me, that will be very useful."

After hearing these words, Ziliang lowered his head helplessly.

"Hey, you people are really troublesome. Do whatever you want, but I have to give you a piece of advice before you do something stupid. I suggest you go to your office now and find the original structural diagram. Then Bring it to me, and I also promise that I will leave after finishing the work, which will be good for you and me."

Quincy Sharp was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ziliang like he was looking at a fool: "Did I hear it wrong? Are you giving me advice? Hahaha - okay, that said, I'm pretty cool I want to know, what if I don’t listen to your advice?”

"Oh, if that's the case" Ziliang put his hand into his hair and scratched it: "Then I will dismantle it."

He said as if it was a bit troublesome.

There was another silence, but it was not creepy, but a kind of absurd, ridiculous, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.

A few seconds passed.

"Hahahaha——" Quincy Sharp finally recovered, smiling and shaking his head: "Ah ah ah ah, okay, thank you for your advice, but I am such an ignorant person who doesn't know how to praise. , so when you tear this place down and kick open the door to my office, I will probably regret not listening to your advice now. Haha."

The warden smiled and then slowly exited the solitary room.

"Goodbye then, Mr. Ziliang, I hope you will try not to drown in your own excrement before demolishing this place, hahaha."

He slowly closed the door of the solitary room.

The light coming through the crack in the door quickly narrowed, and with the sound of the iron door closing, the entire confinement room fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Ziliang still maintained his position leaning against the wall, and he yawned loudly and in an imageless manner.

"Ah~ there is really no light and no sound here." He said, seeming very satisfied: "It's such a good place, so before demolishing this place, why don't you have a good sleep first? "