Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Chapter 686

The prison doctor was also stunned.

The reason why he asked this question was because he felt the heavy breath of life in the gambler.

Therefore, he judged that the gambler should be a person from the old world like him.

That's why he asked such a question.

Who knew that the gambler actually admitted that he had never studied history.

The prison doctor said embarrassedly: "Then there is no way. You don't know the history of the Middle Ages, so this interesting thing can't be shared with you."

The gambler was also a little helpless.

This was the first time he felt the inconvenience brought by lack of culture.

There was no way, he grew up in a casino.

Although there were books brought to him by the casino staff, they did not include books on history.

Therefore, the gambler was also in the dark about what happened in history and knew nothing.

Just when the gambler was about to say something to ease the embarrassment.

Beside the narrow road, the water flow in the diversion trough suddenly became turbulent.

So that small whirlpools appeared on the water surface.

The sound of "splashing" water flow kept echoing between the corridors.

The gambler frowned, and then said in a deep voice: "There is movement!"

After saying this, he ran quickly in the direction of the water flow.

Just as the prison doctor reacted, the gambler's figure had disappeared into the darkness.

The hurried footsteps gradually faded until they could no longer be heard.

The prison doctor hurried to catch up with the kerosene lamp.

But even if he had run with all his strength, he couldn't even see the gambler's taillights.

In addition, the terrain in the sewer was complicated and there were forks everywhere.

A few minutes later, the prison doctor stood at a fork in the road and fell into deep thought.

He was sure he was lost.

The water flow in the backflow trough beside him also returned to calm, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

He was the only one left in the darkness.

The light of the kerosene lamp in his hand tried hard to dispel the darkness around him.

The wick was jumping wildly in the entry, like a tiny life struggling in the dark.

The prison doctor took a deep breath.

The smell of corruption penetrated into his trachea through the air inlet of the bird-beak mask on his face.

For some reason, the prison doctor felt a burning sensation in his lungs.

It was like inhaling some deadly toxic gas.

The prison doctor sighed in his heart, knowing that he might be targeted.

He slowly took two steps back until his back was against the wall.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, the prison doctor's eyes were only calm.

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

It was said to be walking, but it was more like crawling.

The figure lay on the ground, crawling in a twisted posture.

With the orange-yellow light emitted by the kerosene lamp, the prison doctor saw the face of the visitor clearly.

It was a pale, bloodless face that could be called sick.

There was a tuft of long beard on both sides of his face.

He dragged a long tail behind him, with sparse gray-black hair on the tail.

Look at his body again.

At this moment, the prison doctor found that he could not find words to describe that body.

It was not a human or animal body at all.

It was a torso-like thing made up of rotten rat corpses wrapped together.

The rat corpses seemed to be glued together by some kind of glue.

The prison doctor could even clearly see the gray eyes of the rat corpses and the wisps of dirty hair.

The extreme stench penetrated into the prison doctor's trachea.

As the other party approached step by step, the burning feeling in the prison doctor's lungs became stronger and stronger.

The prison doctor did not try to escape, because in such an environment, running away was a very unwise choice.

He took out a syringe from his black windbreaker.

The syringe contained his special antibiotics.

Without any hesitation, the prison doctor directly inserted the syringe into his heart.

The antibiotics were mixed in his blood and pumped to various parts of his body by the heart.

After the medicine in the syringe was used up, the prison doctor felt much better.

The burning sensation in the lungs gradually faded.

During this process, the prison doctor's eyes never left the figure.

For some reason, he felt a familiar feeling on the other person's body.

Especially the bloodless face, which looked like he had seen it somewhere before.

However, due to the shallow impression, the prison doctor did not remember where he had seen this face at the first time.

The figure walked out of the water and finally stood in front of the other two passages, blocking two of the three-way intersection.

"Mr. Mouse?" The prison doctor was silent for a moment, and finally only thought of such a suitable name.

At this time, he also feltIt was a little funny.

I didn't expect that the source they were looking for was actually related to rats.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!!!"

In an instant, countless rat calls sounded from all directions as if they had been blessed by 3D surround sound.

The prison doctor raised his head suddenly.

Just at this moment, a rat fell from the ceiling and landed on his bird-beak mask.

The rat was as big as the palm of an adult man.

It lay on the prison doctor's face, staring at the prison doctor's eyes with its bloodthirsty red eyes.

At the same time, the prison doctor noticed the dense rats on the ceiling.

They lay on the ceiling, with their sharp claws deeply embedded in the cement.

Similarly, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty red light.

"Squeak!!!"

The rat lying on the prison doctor's face waved its claws and kept scratching the bird-beak mask on the prison doctor's face, trying to send the virus on its claws into the other's body.

However, its attack could not break the prison doctor's defense at all.

There was not even a trace left on the bird-beak mask.

The prison doctor raised his hand, grabbed the mouse lying on his face, and then threw it to the ground.

This action seemed to turn on some kind of switch.

The mice lying on the ceiling fell down like raindrops.

The harsh "squeak" sound was also like the sound of rain.

Not only that, there were countless mice in the diversion trough rushing towards this direction frantically.

They gathered together like a tide, which made people's backs cold.

On the walls, in the water, and on the ceiling, there were mice with red eyes everywhere.

If a patient with intensive phobia saw this scene, he would probably have a physiological reaction of vomiting on the spot.

Fortunately, the prison doctor was not a patient with intensive phobia, so he did not have any violent reaction to such a scene.

The huge figure lying in the middle of the fork did not move at all, but just looked at the prison doctor quietly.

The crazy emotion in his eyes made the prison doctor feel cold.

Obviously, this is a god who has lost control.

This is different from what the gambler guessed.

The other party does not have any gambler's mentality.

He is simply crazy.