Five minutes later, a poor guy wearing a rampage jacket desperately stuffed himself under a treatment bed.

This person's name is Parker... It doesn't matter, he may not remember his name now.

Moreover, he didn't quite understand what happened in the past 5 minutes. Anyway, when he realized his senses, the brothers in front were already piled up on the ground.

The reason why he used the word "pile" was that he really couldn't find any other words to describe it, because those people were really piled up at his feet piece by piece. At that time, he couldn't even tell who those people were. After all, he didn't have time to put them together. He just followed the slightest instinct he still retained, rushed out of the room randomly, and ran vigorously along a corridor until he ran to the last room, and then got into something that looked like a treatment bed and hid himself.

What happened just now?

How are the people outside?

Who is that person?

Why so quiet?

This hidden corner gave Parker a little illusory sense of security, so he began to think about it randomly, and pinched himself to confirm whether all this was a dream... I have to say that this person has a strong psychological quality.

But at this moment, a slow sound of footsteps seemed to be heard not far away.

Parker's whole heart was in his throat, and his whole body tensed uncontrollably

Immediately afterwards, he clearly heard the door of the room being pulled open, and then a pair of blood-stained leather shoes slowly entered his sight. It could be seen from the hem of the white clothes dripping blood below that this was the doctor.

Parker felt a violent spasm in his airway, which almost made him shout out. Fortunately, he covered his mouth with his tenacious willpower, so he did not make any sound.

The pair of leather shoes swayed around the room for a few times, and finally stopped in front of the treatment bed. Parker could clearly smell the sweet smell. Blood from the clothes dripped on the ground, and some of them splashed on his forehead.

Then, he heard a "bang..." sound, which was the light of the lighter, followed by a long sound of smoke.

He curled up desperately in the corner, covering his mouth with his hands tightly, almost suffocating himself, and his mind was buzzing. Fortunately, the doctor probably found nothing...

His toes turned toward the door, and he was about to raise his legs and walk out.

However, at this moment, God seemed to be playing a small joke with Parker.

The doctor's lighter didn't hold it firmly, and fell to the ground with a slight slam. Then the lighter slipped along the blood that had just dripped, just slid down to the tip of Parker's nose...

Parker's eyes were about to pop out.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the man was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around, walked towards him, and bent down... A hand covered in blood reached in and groped in front of his eyes.

At this moment, Parker felt a warm current in his crotch.

OK, he pissed...

But now he can't take care of so much anymore. He can only be glad that he wears a lot today. The fluff on his long pants can absorb enough urine so that they don't let them overflow.

Finally, the man touched the lighter, picked it up, and straightened his waist.

At this moment, Parker seemed to hear the whole world chanting chants. He had never believed in him and swore sincerely from the bottom of his heart that he would be a good person for the rest of his life.

But suddenly, a head suddenly penetrated into his sight, and the doctor's eyes stared at him.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A scream almost didn't sound like a human being resounded through the night sky.

......

......

Today is definitely Parker's most memorable day. In fact, he has pinched himself less than twenty times, but the pain tells him that this is not a dream.

Now for him, there is good news and bad news.

The good news is: He is not dead yet.

The bad news is: He doesn't know whether living is a good thing.

At this moment, he was sitting in the doctor's office. Yes, it was the office where he had a ferocious look on his face just now. But he never expected that 10 minutes later, what he had to consider would become how to not spit out of the corpses everywhere, and how could he make his crotch less wet.

Everyone is dead...it doesn't take much experience of street fighting to see because they become very fragmented.

But I am alive.

The terrible doctor did not kill himself, but brought himself over and... poured himself a cup of tea?

What, he poured himself a cup of tea?...It's so ridiculous, and he actually took it.

Although Parker couldn't understand what this was, he definitely didn't dare to run away...so he could only sit so ridiculously, holding the teacup, and desperately trying to stop his body from shaking.

Soon, the doctor walked in. Perhaps to make him less afraid, he changed into a new white coat very considerately...

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Baopaopaopaopa-Pack." He swears, this is really the most fluent thing he can say at this moment.

"Hello, my name is Ziliang." The doctor said, "I'm sorry, I'll turn your companion into this."

"No...it's okay...it's our relationship...it's average." Parker replied tremblingly. In fact, he didn't seem to know what he was talking about now.

Then, he saw the doctor named Ziliang take out a small black notebook from his pocket and turn it on a page casually.

"So...I'll ask a question now." He looked at his notebook and asked, "Did you want to rescue a few people from a place called Arkham Asylum a few days ago?"

"Yes." Parker responded, because it was a word, he did not stutter.

Oh by the way, this matter is considered confidential in the gang, but it's all for this, so I don't care whether it's confidential or not.

No one knows what Ziliang wrote in that small notebook. In fact, it was not long ago, there should be no words on it, but now he seems to have seen something that makes him happy.

Ziliang smiled and said, "It's great. Did your plan be hindered? So you only rescued one person and were forced to terminate it."

"yes."

Ziliang seemed to have won the prize and was excited to be "yes".

"Very good, then we are companions now," he said.

"Ah?" Parker looked confused. He could not keep up with the other party's thoughts at all. At this moment, he even forgot to tremble.

Ziliang smiled, revealing his neat white teeth.

"Because I'm going to help you get jailed," he said, flipping the small notebook over.

Parker saw two lines of crooked words on it.

【Arkham Asylum】

【Death Prisoner No. 21】
Chapter completed!