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Five minutes later, a poor guy in a stormtrooper jacket desperately tucked himself under a treatment bed.

The man's name was Parker ... It didn't really matter, he couldn't necessarily remember his own name now.

Moreover, he didn't quite understand what had just happened in 5 minutes. Anyway, when he reacted, several brothers in front of him were already piled up on the ground.

The reason for using the word "pile" is that he really couldn't find any other words to describe it, because those people were really piled up piece by piece at his feet, 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 obeyed the little instinct he still had, rushed out of the house haphazardly, and then ran hard along a corridor until he got to the last room, which got under what looked like a treatment bed, and hid himself.

What the hell just happened?

What happened to the people outside?

Who was that person?

Why is it so quiet?

This hidden corner gave Parker a little illusory sense of security, so he began to ramble on, by the way, also pinched himself to confirm that all this is not a dream ... have to say, this person's psychological quality is quite strong.

But at this time, not far away, it seems to be a slow and leisurely footsteps.

Parker's entire heart was mentioned in the throat, his whole body uncontrollable tense up.

Immediately after, he clearly heard the door of the room was pulled open, and then a pair of blood-soaked leather shoes slowly came into view, from the white hem of the blood dripping below, you can see that this is the doctor.

Parker felt a violent spasm in his airway that made him almost shout out, but luckily he covered his mouth with a hand of tenacity, which did not make any sound.

The pair of leather shoes wandered around the room a few times, and finally stopped in front of the treatment bed, Parker could clearly smell the sweet smell, the blood on the lapel dripped on the floor, some splashed to his forehead.

Then he heard a "pop ...", it was the lighter's soft ring, followed by an elongated sound of spitting smoke.

He huddled desperately in the corner, hands clasped over his mouth, almost suffocating himself, his mind buzzing and rumbling. Fortunately, the doctor should have found nothing ...

His toes turned in the direction of the room's door, and he was about to lift his legs and head out.

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

The doctor's lighter did not hold steady, when a moment, fell to the ground, and then the lighter just dripping blood, a slip, just slipped next to the tip of Parker's nose ...

Parker's eyes are going to stare out.

Immediately after, he saw the man obviously froze, then turned, came toward himself, and bent down ... a blood-soaked hand reached in and groped right in front of his eyes.

In that instant, Parker felt a rush of warmth in his pants.

Well, he peed ...

But now he couldn't care less, he could only be thankful that he was still wearing more today and that the fleece on his fall pants could absorb enough urine so as not to let them overflow.

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

At this moment, Parker seemed to hear the whole world chanting hymns, never had faith in this moment from the bottom of his heart sincerely vowed that the rest of his life must be a good person.

But suddenly, a head plunged into his line of sight, and the doctor's pair of eyes stared straight at him.

"Uhhhhhhh-"

A miserable scream that barely resembled a human being resounded through the night air.

...

...

Today was definitely one of Parker's most memorable days, in fact he had pinched himself no less than twenty times, but the pain told him that it was not a dream.

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

The good news is: he's not dead.

The bad news is: he doesn't know if being alive is a good thing.

At the moment, he was sitting in that doctor's office, yes, the same office where he had just put on a fierce, scowling face, but he never imagined that in 10 minutes, all he had to think about would be how to get through the bodies everywhere without throwing up, and how to keep his crotch from getting so wet.

Everyone was dead ... It didn't take much experience in street fights to see that, because they were getting pretty fragmented.

But one was alive.

Instead of killing himself, that horrible doctor brought himself over and ... poured himself a cup of tea?

What the heck, he poured himself a cup of tea? ... This was ridiculous, and he even picked it up himself.

Although Parker could not understand what this is, but he also certainly did not dare to run ... so, it can only sit so absurdly, holding that cup of tea, desperately trying to make their bodies do not continue to shake.

Soon, that doctor walked in, perhaps to make himself less afraid, he was very thoughtful to change into a new white coat ...

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Pappy Pappy - Parker." He swore that was really the most fluent words he could say at the moment.

"Hello, my name is Zira." The doctor said, "I'm sorry for turning your companion into this."

"No ... it's fine ... our relationship ... general." Parker replied trembling, in fact, he seemed to have no idea what he was saying now.

Then he saw the doctor named Zi Liang take out a small black notebook from his coat pocket and casually turned the page.

"So ... I'm going to ask a question now." He looked at the notebook and asked, "Were you trying to rescue a few people from a place called 'Arkham Asylum' the other day?"

"Yes." Parker responded, and because it was one word, he didn't stammer.

Oh yes, this matter is considered confidential in the gang, but at this point, what do you care if it's confidential or not.

No one knows what was written in Ziliang's little book, in fact, not long ago, it should have no words on it, but now he seems to have seen something that makes him happy.

Zi Liang smiled, "Great, so was your plan hindered by something, so you were forced to terminate it after only rescuing one person."

"Yes."

Ziliang gave an excited "yay" as if he had won the lottery.

"Very good, so now we are considered companions." He said.

"Huh?" Parker was dumbfounded, he was completely unable to follow the other party's thinking, and in this moment, he even forgot to shiver.

Zi Liang smiled, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

"Because I'm going to help you guys to rob the prison." He said, and at the same time turned over the small notebook.

Parker saw that it had these two lines of crooked writing.

[Arkham Asylum]

[Death Row #21]