All Worlds Madhouse

Police cars gathered in front of a residential building.

Will and Jack got through the cordon.

"The time of the crime was probably between 10 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock in the morning. No murder weapon or bullets were found at the scene." Jack said calmly as usual. Since the scene had just been discovered, there were still many clues that had not been collected.

(I want to mention here that this story took place during a certain period of time at the end of the last century, when monitors were not yet common enough to be everywhere on the streets.)

Will nodded and closed his eyes for a moment.

The police officers present seemed to know Will. After seeing him coming, they all stopped what they were doing and stood far away.

This is not only because it is best not to disturb Will when he is working, but also because everyone does not like to get too close to such a withdrawn monster.

When Will opened his eyes again, his eyes had lost focus, as if he was in a sleepwalking state.

He looked around blankly at the lawn in front of the house, his eyes scanning a few fresh footprints.

"I am over 190 centimeters tall and weigh up to 100 kilograms. My feet were covered with mud and crushed the dead leaves of many different trees, so I did not drive. I walked along the night and walked towards this place. A house.”

Will's tone became slow and long, like a self-narrating narrator. He straightened his chest and walked forward. His steps seemed to be heavier, as if he was already a tall and strong man weighing 200 pounds.

He walked up the stairs to the door, touched a large broken hole in the door with his fingers, and looked into the porch.

"I stood here for a while, probably knocking on the door. The owner of the room saw me from inside the door. He was probably scared and staggered back a few steps. When he fell, he pulled off the hanging hanging by the porch. "decoration"

As he spoke, Will suddenly raised his arm and made a waving motion.

"I was holding a sharp blade in my hand. It was very broad and strong. It might have been an axe. I struck at the door, then opened the large door panel with my bare hands and walked in as if nothing had happened. I watched the owner of the room approach him in fear. He stepped back, picked up everything he could reach and threw it at me, but I was very strong and didn't need to dodge at all. At this time, a baseball bat came towards me."

Will looked at the messy shoes and hangings on the ground, and finally stood next to a broken baseball bat and said blankly.

"The baseball bat hit my back from behind, and it broke. The person was very hard, it must be a man, but this time it couldn't cause any harm to me."

Suddenly, Will turned around and swung his knife sideways in the direction of the blood on the wall.

"I turned around and cut off the man's neck with a sharp blade. Before he could react, blood splashed on the roof of the house. Then, the other person was probably a woman. She started screaming and retreated. The corner of the wall, but I had no mercy at all. I walked towards her with a simple smile, leaving a fatal wound on her body. The blood was like boiling hot water, instantly dyeing the carpet and the entire wall red. This The wound was big. Very big."

"Cut it in half." Will murmured, and then showed a simple smile.

But then, he fell into an extremely strange state, as if he was blocked outside the door of some kind of dream, unable to walk in at all.

"But...but where is the body?"

He stood in the corner and asked himself blankly, but he still couldn't answer.

Suddenly, he saw something again. Will leaned down, and in the blood that had not completely dried up, he found some kind of trace that he had never seen before.

"What is this?" Will seemed to be unable to continue the profiling, so he got out of the "substitution mode" and asked doubtfully to Jack, who had been standing at the door listening.

"Footprints!" Jack answered.

"Footprints. How could anyone have such footprints? Is it a broken prosthetic limb?"

"I didn't say it was human," Jack hesitated and said.

Will's body seemed to tremble suddenly, remembering the few pig hairs Jack handed him in his classroom an hour ago.

At this time in the early 21st century, the city of "Rochester" can be regarded as the top metropolis in the United States. It has four distinct seasons and developed industries. From every angle, it is better than "Gotham City" too much.

Especially the criminals here, they are very polite, which is reflected in the fact that they do not often blow up banks or make corpses in batches. The criminals here are always very well-behaved, holding unloaded pistols to scare those who An alcoholic who stays out all night will, at best, blow off a few people's heads on impulse, and the blow will be done without making any publicity, and he will even be troubled by this trivial matter for several days.

Therefore, Ziliang likes it here very much. After all, there are no explosions every now and then, and there are no sirens all night long. He can still get a good sleep more or less.

It has been about two weeks since I came to this plane.

This time, the "Coffin of Eternal Life" is located in a very bad location. It appears at the corner of a busy street. This street has a very large flow of people, so even though this restaurant looks very old, even the brand name is not there. The small hospital that simply says "HOSPITAL" still receives several patients every day.

And some of these patients have become "regular visitors."

Yes, they are the kind of bastard patients who have stomach upsets every one or two days or can't sleep well, and their purpose of coming here is also very clear.

"Remember to go home and take your medicine on time." A gentle voice came.

Of course, this voice did not come from Ziliang, but from Harry Quinn in the nurse's office next door.

After bidding farewell to her cute little pudding for a while, this beautiful girl seemed to have gradually regained her original state of working in the physical therapy industry. Therefore, during this period, almost all patients were treated by her. processed.

Of course. This is why there are always a few desperate patients coming to this hospital.

An office worker who had stripped off his hair due to work pressure walked out of the hospital door with a smile.

"Well, what's wrong with him today?" Ziliang asked, holding his notes and spreading them out in his smoky office.

Harley Quinn twisted her waist and leaned against the door: "I didn't pay attention, it was just salt water anyway."

Ziliang nodded and calculated the frequency of this uncle's visits to the hospital. He felt that if he was not obsessed with staring at Quinn's breasts all the time, he would not have fallen in love with "Peggo" so soon. Meet.

Oh, I forgot to mention before, "Peggo" is a pig.

Raised by old Joey.