The office fell into about 0.5 seconds of silence. 

Then Zi Liang wished he could slap himself in the face. 

Because the officer clearly thought his joke wasn’t funny at all, so he started seriously lecturing him on personal safety. 

By the time he finally finished and left the hospital, it was almost 1 PM. 

Zi Liang sighed heavily, slumping back in his chair. He felt utterly fed up with this city and everything in it... but unfortunately, he couldn’t leave. 

So, he picked up a notebook from his desk. 

It was a very ordinary notebook, just a bit larger than a palm, wrapped in black leather, with frayed corners, looking like it had been around for some years... Zi Liang casually flipped it open, not caring which page he landed on. 

Then... he saw a blank page. 

“Ugh—” 

Zi Liang sighed inexplicably, as if he had been expecting to see something on that blank page, feeling a bit disappointed. 

Then he leaned back in his chair, trying to see if he could catch some sleep on the warmth left by the officer’s long-winded lecture. 

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. 

Right, there were still several bags of garbage piled up at the entrance that needed to be thrown out. 

Thinking about this made him even more depressed. 

Oh... right, Zi Liang mentioned he had seen that murderer. 

That wasn’t a joke. 

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

At that time, Zi Liang was sitting in his office, unable to sleep due to the noise outside, flipping through his notes, and was caught off guard when the fugitive held a gun he had somehow obtained to Dr. Zi Liang’s head. 

The time was probably around two, the darkest hour of the day, and that murderer’s twisted smile looked particularly sinister in the dark, and holding a gun, Zi Liang had no choice but to stuff that murderer into garbage bags to avoid any tragic accidents. 

He stuffed him into five large bags before he was done. 

By the time he cleaned the floor, changed into a fresh lab coat, and washed the blood off his hands, it was almost three in the morning. 

Zi Liang recalled that very unpleasant night, glancing at the raindrops hitting the window, feeling he really had no desire to deal with that garbage. 

So, he pulled out his phone. 

“Hello, is this Joey?” he said. “Yeah, I have some feed here...” 

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other end seemed delighted. 

Zi Liang continued in a flat tone: “Yeah, it’s by the door; if you have time, come pick it up... better not too late; I only used garbage bags to wrap it; you know that smell is hard to get rid of... thanks.” 

After saying this, Zi Liang hung up, stretched out a long yawn, feeling that everything was taken care of, and leaned back in his chair, scratching his messy hair in satisfaction. 

The traffic outside seemed to have lessened, the stray cats had stopped meowing, and no one should bother Zi Liang anymore. The raindrops rhythmically tapped on the glass, as if they were replacing his sheep... 

So, he nestled into his chair, slowly closed his eyes... 

Finally, he could get a good sleep. 

...

If the police officer on Halloween was the first visitor, the second person who walked into this small hospital came two days later. 

The moment Zi Liang first saw this person, he knew he was a gangster, evident from his colorful hair, tattoos covering his body, and the deliberately exposed gunshot wound on his shoulder. 

Likewise, this person wasn’t there to seek medical attention. 

“Where were you two nights ago, on Halloween?” the gangster asked directly. 

Zi Liang felt a bit dazed, thinking that usually such questions should be asked by a police officer. 

But he didn’t want to think too much; he just wanted to get this gangster out of there quickly. 

“Forgot.” He said with eyes that seemed eternally sleep-deprived. 

“Damn it! Don’t try to brush me off!” the gangster suddenly slammed his fist on the desk, almost knocking over the ashtray: “Someone came here that night!” 

With that roar, a series of clattering footsteps echoed in the hallway, and then a group of oddly dressed guys burst in, filling the office to the brim, some wielding iron rods, and others brandishing switchblades, while those at the back, only their heads visible, desperately tried to make their expressions look more ferocious. 

Anyone seeing this scene would likely be scared enough to cry for their mothers; those with weaker nerves might even wet themselves on the spot. 

Zi Liang stared blankly at the scene before him, his face instantly turning bitter. 

In that moment, he realized. 

The “person who came that night” the gangster spoke of was undoubtedly the escaped convict, and these people were clearly in cahoots with him, as Zi Liang spotted at least five people in the crowd with tattoos identical to that fugitive’s. 

“Seems like an important figure in a gang...” he thought, and that fugitive must have had a phone or something else on him, as these people followed the last signal to find their way here. 

On the entire street, there was only his shop, so judging by the intimidating stance of this crowd, it was clear they wouldn’t just let him off with some random excuse. 

As for telling them that their boss should currently be in Joey’s feed lot, and if they moved quickly, they might find him among the undigested waste... like teeth or something, since that stuff isn’t easy to digest... 

Well... that kind of answer seemed unacceptable too. 

So, Zi Liang lit a cigarette, already helplessly pondering how Joey wouldn’t be able to haul all that feed in one go... 

“Bastard! Are you even listening to me!” the leading gangster slammed his fist on Zi Liang’s desk again, pulling him back to reality. 

It must be said, this guy was quite unfortunate, as this time he successfully knocked the ashtray off the desk, and with a crisp sound, it shattered into two halves... 

Zi Liang’s fingers holding the cigarette froze in midair, seeming quite alarmed. He thought carefully, and then sadly confirmed that he should only have this one ashtray left. 

The gangster looked at Zi Liang’s expression, completely oblivious to the grave mistake he just made, thinking that this doctor was scared silly... just as he was reveling in his own intimidation... 

“Really annoying.” 

He seemed to hear a light complaint, and then a cigarette was extinguished right on his eyeball...