The office fell silent for about 0.5 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Ziliang couldn't wait to slap himself in the face.

Because the officer obviously didn't think his joke was funny at all, he began to spread a lot of knowledge about personal safety to himself very seriously.

By the time he finally walked out of the hospital, it was almost 1 p.m.

Ziliang sighed as if he was burdened and slumped on the back of his chair, he felt that he was really annoyed by the city and everything in it...... But unfortunately, he can't go yet.

So, he picked up a notebook on his desk.

It's a very ordinary book.,It's only a little bigger than the palm of your hand.,Wrapped in black leather.,The four corners are a little raw.,It looks like it's been a little old...... Ziliang opened it casually, and didn't care which page it would turn to.

Followed by...... He saw a blank piece of paper.

"Hey—"

Ziliang sighed inexplicably, as if he was expecting something to see from the blank paper, and he looked a little lost anyway.

Then he leaned back in his chair, ready to take advantage of the residual heat of the officer's tirade just now, to see if he could get some sleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Yes, there are still several bags of garbage piled up at the door.

The thought of this made him even more depressed.

Oh...... By the way, Ziliang said that he had seen that murderer.

This is not a joke.

Because in the early hours of this morning, the murderer really broke into this hospital in order to avoid being tracked.

At that time, Ziliang was suffering from insomnia because of the noise outside, sitting in the office flipping through his notes, and was directly arrested, and the fugitive also put a gun on Dr. Ziliang's head with a gun that he didn't know where to go.

The time was about two o'clock, and in the darkest part of the day, the murderer's perverted smile looked particularly hideous in the dark, and he still had a gun in his hand, so Ziliang had to put the murderer in a garbage bag in order not to have any tragic accidents such as a misfire.

It took him 5 bags to finish.

By the time I finished cleaning the floor, put on a new white coat, and washed the blood on my hands, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Ziliang recalled this very unpleasant night, and looked at the raindrops on the window, feeling that he really didn't have the heart to deal with the garbage.

So, he pulled out his phone.

"Hey, Joey?" He said, "yes, I've got some fodder here......

As soon as the words fell, the person on the other side seemed to be very happy.

Ziliang continued to say tepidly: "Well, it's right next to the door, you have time to come and take it away...... It's better not too late, I'm just wrapped it in a garbage bag, you know it smells bad...... Thank you. ”

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone, he yawned long, thinking that the matter should be done, so he leaned back in the chair and scratched his unkempt hair contentedly.

There seems to be a lot less traffic outside, the wild cats don't bark, and no one should bother Ziliang. The raindrops slapped rhythmically on the glass, as if they were a sheep for him......

So, he nestled in the sofa chair and slowly closed his eyes.....

Finally able to get a good night's sleep.

......

......

If the officer on Halloween was the first visitor, it would have been two days since the second person walked into the small hospital.

When Ziliang first saw this man, he knew that he was a gangster, which could be seen from his colorful hair, tattoos all over his body, and the specially exposed gunshot wound marks on his shoulder.

Again, this person is not here to see a doctor.

"Where were you two days ago, the night before Halloween?" The thug asked bluntly.

Ziliang felt a little confused for a while, feeling that the person who often said this kind of thing should be a policeman.

But he didn't bother to think about it, he just wanted to get the thug away as soon as possible.

"Forget." He said with his eyes that seemed to be forever sleepless.

"! Don't try to fool around! The thug suddenly slammed his fist on the desk, knocking the ashtray over: "There was a man here that night!" ”

With this roar, a series of footsteps were heard in the corridor, and then a group of strangely dressed guys broke in, stuffing the office to the brim, some holding iron rods, some directly showing a switchblade, and those who stood in the back row with only one head exposed, desperately put their expressions on a hideous one.

Anyway, when ordinary people see this posture, they should be enough to cry and cry for their mother, and people with poor psychological quality can even squeeze out a bubble of urine on the spot.

Ziliang looked at the scene in front of him blankly, and his face became bitter.

He figured it out in an instant.

The "person who came that night" in the gangster's mouth was undoubtedly the prisoner who escaped from prison, and these people were obviously in the same group as the fugitive, because Ziliang saw at least 5 people in the crowd with the same tattoos as the fugitive.

"Seems to be an important member of the gang......," he thought, and the fugitive must have a cell phone or something else, and they had followed the last signal to find it anyway.

On the whole street, there is only one shop, so looking at the fierce posture of this room full of people, it is definitely not a casual reason to get by.

As for telling them that your boss should be in Joey's feedlot by now, and if you move quickly, you should be able to find him in the that hasn't been dumped...... Like teeth or something, after all, that thing is not easy to digest......

Well...... That doesn't seem to work either.

So, Ziliang lit a cigarette very depressedly, and began to think helplessly, so much feed, Joey should not be able to transport it at one time......

"Bastard! Have you ever listened to me again! The thug slammed on Ziliang's desk again, pulling Ziliang's thoughts back.

I have to say that this man is quite unlucky, because this time he successfully shook the ashtray on the table down, and with a crisp sound, it fell in half......

Ziliang's fingers holding the cigarette froze in mid-air, as if he was panicked, he thought about it carefully, and then confirmed sadly that he should only have this ashtray.

The thug looked at Ziliang's appearance, completely unaware of what a wrong thing he had just done, and thought that the doctor was stupid by himself...... Just when he was proud of his momentum......

"It's really annoying."

He seemed to hear a fluttering grumble, and then a cigarette was extinguished on his eyeball......