Parker is not the kind of "pure-blooded gangster" who hasn't even studied, so he can understand the words in his notebook. He knows every word and the phrases they form, but when they are connected, it suddenly becomes difficult to understand.

In his chaotic consciousness at this moment, he could only force himself to connect these things.

The rough process is: I just rushed into this clinic with 30 or so brothers, trying to make something out of the doctor's mouth. Then, the doctor cut all the people except him. After that, he treated himself a cup of tea with hospitable pleasure. Finally, because of the two lines of words, he smiled and told himself that we will be companions in the future...

OK... Regardless of whether he can accept this process or not, it should be like that anyway. Parker certainly knew that he could not understand all this at all. Now his mind was full of questions, but he didn't want to ask at all, because he didn't want to mix with the brothers in the room like fried peas.

So while holding his urine, he used all his strength to squeeze out the brightest smiling face of his life.

"Okay...brother, brother."

When the doctor named Ziliang heard this response, he politely responded with a very gentle smile.

"Oh, by the way, you are looking for that call...well..." He thought for a while, then turned around and picked up the wanted criminal notice that had been stained with blood: "Oh, I am looking for Mr. George Parns, right? Sorry, I did see him a few days ago, and that night he broke in and pointed a gun at my head...it was probably in this place."

Ziliang said, kicking half of his arm away from unknown person and standing near the door: "I was a little scared at that time, so I took him..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Parker said quickly, as if he was a little apology. He didn't want to know what happened to Parns later.

"Oh, it's fine since it's okay." Ziliang nodded: "So, there should be no conflict between you and me from now on, so next, I need to ask a question?"

This sentence made Parker's heart suddenly rise to his throat, because he didn't know what the madman would ask, and under this situation, he automatically made up countless questions that made him sweat, such as "Do you want your left eye or your right eye?"

"Which gang are you employed?" Ziliang asked

Parker breathed a sigh of relief: "We...we belong to the "Falcone" family."

"Falcone family; Falcone family." Ziliang kept muttering, and then began to flip through the small notebook: "Oh, I found it. The leader is Carmine Falcone, a very powerful gang leader in Gotham City, nicknamed "Roman", and is known for his cruelty and expansionism. The first-hand gang system is often called the "Roman Empire."

Parker was stunned for a moment. Although these information were not confidential information, the doctor seemed to have found the information from his small notebook... And just now, he also saw the words and sentences written on the notebook, which said [Arkham Asylum] and [Death Prisoner No. 21], his attitude towards himself suddenly changed.

"So...what is that book?" Parker thought curiously. Of course, no matter how curious he was, he could not really ask anything. Because he knew that this doctor was an extremely terrifying guy, just like those weird guys with sacks on his head, always throwing coins, wearing purple suits, or wearing black cloaks in the middle of the night.

These weirdos always appear in Gotham City. They are all crazy people, but fortunately, it seems that since one day many years ago, there have been fewer and fewer monsters. Most of them have disappeared, or been locked up in the Arkham Asylum. In the end, the guy wearing a cloak in the dark night also disappeared.

I have to say that it is precisely because of the disappearance of these people that the gangsters are getting easier and easier to get along.

"Well——" After Ziliang found the introduction about the [Falcone Family], he began to pull a long voice and continue to flip it around the notebook. After a while, it seemed that he had not found anything, so he could only put it in his pocket in disappointment: "Okay, then I have to ask you for help now."

"Ah?" Parker was stunned.

Ziliang smiled and said, "It's no big deal, because I said just now that I want to help you get jailed, so I have to ask you to take me to see Mr. Falcone. I think I need to talk to him."

Parker was thinking about crying. Originally, more than 30 people were chopped up by a doctor for no reason, but this matter itself was difficult to explain. Now the only surviving person still had to take the doctor to see the eldest son of the family. Isn’t this letting himself die?

But it seems that there is no other way, because if I say something unfair now or show a little reluctant expression, I will probably not be able to leave my entire body in the next second.

So he had to turn his head like a woodpecker and try his best to show off his willingness to serve.

"Thank you so much. I just said that the customs of this city are very simple. Look, this is not easy to communicate with." Ziliang started to speak for himself.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and then slapped his head.

"Oh, I'm just happy and forgot about such a big thing." Ziliang said, and quickly took out the phone.

"Hey, Joey, yes, I have a lot of feed here now. Come on, yes, drive a few more cars, otherwise you may not be able to load it."

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone.

Parker stared at the doctor blankly...

To be honest, he really wants to cry, shout, or just sing two songs. In short, he needs to vent his feelings now... This feeling is really weird, not just fear, but contains more ridiculous, ridiculous, weird, crazy, and hysterical. Looking back now, it seems that since he entered this small clinic, this feeling has been with him, just like ruthlessly mocking his worldview for so many years.

"I'm so sorry. We can't meet Mr. Falcone right now. You've seen it too. You can't just put these feed here, right?" Ziliang lit a cigarette and said, looking at the corpses on the ground.

"Yes...yes." Parker responded mechanically. He now understood what the "feed" in the mouth of the doctor named Ziliang, so he smiled "hehe" and felt something breaking sound in his mind.

"Okay, whatever, the world may have always been like this, but I didn't notice it." Parker can only find such a reason to ensure that his spirit does not collapse on the spot...

Then, he seemed to suddenly discover a strange thing that he should have discovered long ago.

So many corpses... Logically speaking, the blood should have spread out like a cracked tap water pipe, but why does it seem like it is not much stored at this moment? Where did the blood go?

Just as he thought of this problem, Parker saw a small area on the floor without blood. In the middle of the pile of corpses, a blood slowly flowed through the gap on the floor, and then... was sucked in...
Chapter completed!