Autopsy Avenue, Strangulation Neighborhood, where residents are divided into different floors based on the pigmentation of their tongues.
Thanks to my father's severe alcohol dependence, the old man had pigment deposits and damaged oral mucosa from alcohol metabolism byproducts, his tongue coated with a dark purplish shade.
Our whole family could then move into the neighborhood's safest floor—the first floor, where the probability of injury from a fall is the smallest, with only the possibility of being crushed to death.
I tied up my uncle, who was fighting himself, placed a bottle of alcohol mixed with mostly water at my father's bedroom door, prepared the world's unsolved mysteries for my grandfather, and put my mother in the bathroom suitable for mushroom growth. After doing all this, Doctor Gao packed his backpack.
"I'm off to work."
