Every city has several streets that people don’t walk often.

Just like this one now.

It curled up next to No. 22 Street, with no signposts, no lamp posts, no names, and even no sewers at the entrance. It was like a wall starting from both ends, but when it was about to meet, there were no bricks, so it was irresponsible that it was left with such a gap that you might missed if you sneeze.

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

There is a street light that has been broken for 10 years and no one has come to repair, two trash cans that have been piled up all year round, a few wild cats that have been frequented, flies that will never die, and a small private hospital.

In fact, this small building is not considered a hospital at all, and it is not even a clinic. It only has two floors, and it looks more like a Gothic photo studio or pawn shop left over decades ago. But I don’t know who bought it, and then a brand with the words “HOSPITAL” was hung.

......

Three o'clock in the morning.

Dr. Ziliang stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands with cold water.

He hated all festivals, and he didn't understand why people had to pick out those few days a year to do some stupid things and pretend to be of great significance.

For example, this Halloween, everyone was holding skulls and carrying pumpkin lanterns, wandering around the streets, making cheers of unknown significance. The teenagers also covered their mother's foundation on their faces and tried hard to smash the door of their neighbors' houses. The reason was to ask for a few pieces of candy. Everyone knew that they didn't eat a few pieces of candy all year round, and they would rather smoke marijuana.

Fortunately, they did not come to knock on the door of the hospital, otherwise Ziliang would not be sure if he would poke a needle into their eyes.

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

The messy hair and a pale skin like kidney deficiency. Although he is only in his 20s, his beard that has not been shaved makes him look more like a person in his early 30s. He also has a pair of dark circles that are becoming more severe due to long-term insomnia...

Yes... I've lost insomnia again.

The bastards outside actually kept making trouble until midnight before they were willing to go back to sleep. After just half an hour of silence, annoying alarms began to appear on the streets, and they became increasingly dense, and they had not stopped until now.

No need to think about it, it must be a criminal who escaped from prison again. It was probably the man who thought that even if he was standing on the street wearing a prison uniform today, no one would think there was anything wrong with him.

Another series of vehicles passed by, police lights shone into this small doctor's office, and a few red and blue lights flashed on the walls.

Ziliang came to the window and quietly took out a cigarette.

For some reason, he didn't turn on the lights, so a scarlet bright spot ignited in the darkness. The smoke covered his face blurred. Ziliang had no choice but to find that it would be dawn in a few hours.

So he stood in the darkness, smoking a cigarette lightly, listening to the wild cat's cry, and looking at the police car that flashed from time to time outside the window.

“Fuck Halloween.”

"Fuck the police car."

"Fuck Gotham..."

......

......

The long night finally passed. On the first day of November, God put heavy rain on his face. The sound of rain on the glass and the noises came into Ziliang's ears through the window.

The streets of this city are like a blood vessel leading to a dead heart, and are still in a state of arteriosclerosis. But this is not bad, because in this weather, no one will come to visit this inconspicuous hospital...

So Ziliang leaned against his sofa chair, trying to find some sleepiness in such noise.

But then, a sound of pushing the door completely broke his plan.

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

According to an incredible statistics, no matter what festival is around, there are time zones for the high incidence of gonorrhea, syphilis, and AIDS. Just like young people nowadays always think that a shot on a festival will appear more sacred than usual, and they don’t even miss the Qingming 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 be looking for a doctor.

"Hello?" Ziliang asked.

"Hello." The policeman responded, hesitated for a while, and turned around and pointed outside the door: "Uh... Maybe you didn't notice that the bags of garbage you piled at the door were a little stinky."

"Ah?" Ziliang shrewd his eyes and gave such a questioning tone, because he didn't think that this man came in under the rain just to tell him that he was going to throw the garbage.

The officer shrugged his shoulders...

"Okay, I'll just remind you by the way," he said, and handed over a chapter of paper with portraits: "Actually, my purpose 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 was painted on it. His neck looked like something was wrong with the thyroid gland. It was thick and formed into one with his cheeks. Of course, it was not swollen, but full of muscles. He was wearing a prison uniform and a shocking scar was slung from his forehead to his chin. When he saw that the suture method was not very good. The marks of needlework made him look like a big centipede crawling under his skin.

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

"Hey, I said, doctor, don't care. This person is not an ordinary prisoner, but a lunatic..."

"Madman?" Ziliang asked lightly.

"Yes, it's the kind of murderer who is holding a chainsaw and saw people everywhere." The officer said, and waved up and down with a chainsaw: "A full madman, without any humanity, so I hope you will end your business before 3 pm this week. This is not a joke."

Ziliang frowned: "Not as terrible as you said."

The police officer was stunned: "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!