Chapter 2, Ashtray

The traffic outside seems to have decreased significantly, and the wild cats have stopped calling; it appears that no one will bother Ziliang anymore... The raindrops rhythmically patter against the glass, as if they are replacing his sheep...

However, he was also too lazy to think much and just wanted to quickly send this thug away

Immediately, Ziliang felt an overwhelming urge to slap himself in the face

... ...

The "person who came that night" mentioned by this thug is undoubtedly the escaped prisoner, and these individuals are clearly accomplices of the fugitive, as Ziliang saw at least 5 people in the crowd with the same tattoo as that of the escaped prisoner

Ziliang stared blankly at the scene before him, his expression suddenly turning sour.

I can finally get a good night's sleep

He then leaned back in the chair, hoping to take a nap while still basking in the lingering warmth of the police officer's lengthy discourse.

In any case, the average person seeing this situation should be sufficiently frightened to cry out for their parents, and those with slightly weaker psychological resilience might even wet themselves on the spot

How annoying

Suddenly, it seemed that he had thought of something

At that time, it was around 2 o'clock, the darkest moment of the day. The killer's perverse smile appeared particularly sinister in the darkness, and he was holding a gun. Therefore, in order to prevent any tragic accidents such as an accidental discharge, Ziliang had no choice but to put the killer into a garbage bag.

Ziliang let out a heavy sigh, slumping against the back of the chair. He felt utterly fed up with this city and everything in it... However, unfortunately, he still could not leave

Therefore, he picked up a notebook from the desk.

Ziliang let out a sigh for no apparent reason, as if he had been expecting to see something on that blank sheet of paper, and he appeared somewhat disappointed

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

Ah

The moment Ziliang laid eyes on this person, he knew he was involved in a gang. This was evident from his multicolored hair, the tattoos covering his entire body, and the deliberately exposed gunshot wound on his shoulder

Similarly, this person is not here for medical treatment

By the time he finally finished dawdling and walked out of the hospital, it was already nearly 1 PM.

As soon as the words were spoken, the person on the other side seemed quite delighted

Indeed, there are still several bags of garbage piled up at the entrance that have not been disposed of

It must be said that this person is quite unfortunate, for this time he successfully knocked the ashtray off the table, and with a crisp sound, it shattered into two halves

He seemed to hear a faint complaint, and immediately after, a cigarette was extinguished on his eyeball

On the entire street, there is only this one shop, so seeing the fierce and intimidating atmosphere filled with people in this room, it is certainly not something that can be easily brushed off with a casual excuse

... ...

Because the officer clearly thought that his joke was not funny at all, he began to seriously educate himself on a comprehensive set of knowledge regarding personal safety

Ziliang recalled that unpleasant night, glancing again at the raindrops hitting the window, feeling that he truly had no inclination to deal with this mess

"I forgot," he said with eyes that seemed to be perpetually lacking sleep.

Thus, he nestled into the armchair and slowly closed his eyes

Having said all this, Ziliang hung up the phone, let out a long yawn, and felt that everything should be taken care of. Only then did he lean back in his chair, contentedly scratching his messy hair.

If the police officer on Halloween is considered the first visitor, then by the time the second person walked into this small hospital, it was already two days later

"Hello, is this Joy?" he said. "Yes, I have some feed here..."

Oh... By the way, Ziliang mentioned that he has seen that murderer.

Thus, Ziliang, feeling quite frustrated, lit a cigarette and helplessly began to ponder that with so much feed, Joy should not be able to transport it all at once...

The thought of this matter only added to his gloom

Therefore, he took out his phone

Because just this morning, that murderer really broke into this hospital to evade capture

Ziliang felt a bit bewildered for a moment, thinking that such words should typically be spoken by a police officer.

Ziliang continued to speak in a lukewarm manner: "Hmm, it's right by the door, you can come and take it whenever you have time... preferably not too late, I just wrapped it in a garbage bag, you know that smell is quite unpleasant when it spreads... Thank you."

As for informing them, your boss should currently be at Joy's breeding farm. If you act quickly, you should be able to find him among the manure that hasn't fallen over... for instance, teeth or something like that, after all, those things are not very easy to digest

By the time I finished cleaning the floor, changed into a new white coat, and washed the bloodstains off my hands, it was almost 3 AM

The thug looked at Ziliang, completely unaware of the grave mistake he had just made, thinking that this doctor had been frightened into a stupor by him... Just as he was reveling in his own imposing presence...

He filled a total of 5 large bags before finishing

With this roar, a series of clattering footsteps echoed down the corridor, and then a group of oddly dressed individuals burst in, filling the office to the brim. Some wielded iron rods, while others brandished spring knives. Those standing in the back row, only their heads visible, desperately contorted their expressions to appear more menacing.

Damn it! Don't think you can just brush this off!" The thug suddenly slammed his fist on the desk, nearly toppling the ashtray: "Someone came here that night!"

Well... such an answer does not seem to be acceptable either

This is not a joke

Ziliang's fingers, holding the cigarette, froze in mid-air, appearing quite flustered. He thought carefully for a moment and then sadly confirmed that he should only have this one ashtray.

At that time, Ziliang was suffering from insomnia due to the noise outside, sitting in the office flipping through notes, when he was caught red-handed. The fugitive had a gun, which he had somehow obtained, pressed against Dr. Ziliang's head

This is a very ordinary notebook, just slightly larger than a palm, wrapped in black leather, with frayed edges at all four corners, suggesting it has some years behind it. Ziliang casually opened it, not caring which page he would turn to.

It seems that he is an important figure in a gang... he thought, and that the fugitive should be carrying a mobile phone or some other device, in any case, these people followed the last signal to find this place

In that moment, he understood everything clearly

Immediately after that, he saw a blank sheet of paper

"Bastard! Are you even listening to me!" The leader of the thugs slammed his fist on Ziliang's desk again, pulling Ziliang's thoughts back to the present

The office fell into silence for approximately 0.5 seconds