Every city has a few streets that people don't often walk.

Like this one.

It curls up next to 22nd Street, with no signage, no lights, no name, not even a sewer at the entrance, like a wall built from both ends, but when it is about to merge there are no bricks, so it is very irresponsible to leave such a gap that you can miss it if you sneeze.

Similarly, the facilities on this street are very well matched.

There was a street lamp that had been broken for 10 years and no one had repaired it, two garbage cans that had been piled up all year round, a few wild cats that frequented it, flies that never died, and a small private hospital.

In fact, this small building is not a hospital at all, not even a clinic, it only has two floors, it looks more like a Gothic photo studio left over from decades ago, or a pawn shop or something, but I don't know who bought it, and then hung a sign that said "HOSPITAL".

......

Three o'clock in the morning.

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

He hated all the festivals, and he couldn't understand why people had to pick out so many days of the year to do something stupid and pretend to be meaningful.

For example, this Halloween, everyone is walking down the street with skulls and jack-o-lanterns, making cheers of unknown meaning. Those teenage children also wore their mother's foundation all over their faces, and went to slam the door of the neighbor's house desperately, and the reason turned out to be to ask for a few pieces of candy, everyone knows that they don't eat a few pieces of candy all year round, they would rather smoke marijuana.

Thankfully, they didn't knock on the door of this hospital, otherwise Ziliang wasn't sure if he would have poked a needle into their eyes.

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

Messy hair, a picture of white skin like kidney deficiency, although he is only in his 20s, but his beard that has not been shaved much makes him look more like a person in his early 30s, and a pair of dark circles that have worsened due to long-term insomnia......

Oh, yes...... Insomnia again.

The bastard residents outside had been making noise until midnight before they would go back to sleep, and after just half an hour of silence, the streets began to sound annoyingly siren, and they became more and more dense, and they did not stop until this moment.

Needless to say, there must be another criminal who escaped from prison, and it is estimated that that person thinks that even if he stands on the street in a prison uniform today, no one will feel that there is anything wrong with him.

Another barrage of cars drove by, police lights shining into the tiny doctor's office, and a few red and blue flashes of light flashed on the walls.

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

For some reason, he didn't turn on the light, so a scarlet bright spot lit up in the darkness. The smoke shrouded his face in a blur, and Ziliang reluctantly found that it should be dawn in a few hours.

Simply, he just stood in the dark, smoking a cigarette faintly, listening to the barking of wild cats, and looking at the police cars that flashed outside the window from time to time.

"Fuck Halloween."

"Fuck the cop car."

"Fuck Gotham......"

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......

The long night finally passed, and on the first day of November, it was raining heavily, and the sound of rain crashing on the glass and the noise of one after another passed through the window and into Ziliang's ears.

The streets of the city are like a blood vessel leading to a dying heart, which is still in a state of arteriosclerosis. But that's not bad, because in this kind of weather, no one will come to this humble hospital......

So Ziliang leaned back in his sofa chair, trying to find a little sleepiness in the noise.

But then, a knock on the door shattered his plan completely.

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

According to a very incredible statistics, no matter what festival before and after, there is a high incidence of gonorrhea, syphilis, AIDS and other diseases in the time zone, as if today's young people always feel that making an appointment in the festival will seem more sacred than usual, and they don't even let go of the Qingming Festival.

But...... To Ziliang's surprise, the person who walked into his office turned out to be a police officer, and he didn't seem to be going to see a doctor.

"Hello?" Ziliang asked.

"Hello." The policeman responded, hesitated for a moment, then turned back and pointed out the door: "Uh...... Maybe you didn't notice it, but the bags of garbage you piled up at the door are a little stinky. ”

"Huh?" Ziliang gave such a questioning tone with his eyes, because he didn't think that this person came in in the rain just to tell himself to throw out the garbage.

The officer shrugged his shoulders......

"Well, I'm just reminding you in passing." He said, then handed over a piece of paper with a portrait on it: "Actually, I have come to inform you that a criminal escaped from the Arkham Asylum last night, and you must be careful. ”

Ziliang took the notice and looked at it, there was a hideous guy painted on it, his neck seemed to have something wrong with the thyroid gland, thick and cheeks were trained into one, of course, it was not swollen, but full of muscles, wearing a prison uniform, a shocking scar from the door of the head to the chin, at a glance, the stitching technique was not very good, and the traces of needles and threads made it look like a big centipede crawling under the skin.

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

"Hey, I said doctor, don't worry, this man is not an ordinary prisoner, but a madman......"

"Crazy?" Ziliang asked lightly.

"yes, it's the kind of murderer who saws people everywhere with a chainsaw." The officer said, and made a gesture of waving the chainsaw up and down: "Completely crazy, without a bit of humanity, so I hope you close before 3 p.m. within this week, this is no joke." ”

Ziliang frowned: "How can it be as terrible as you say." ”

The police officer was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

"I mean, when I saw him last night, I thought he was pretty cute." Ziliang muttered, then lit a cigarette and took a weak puff.