It's like a carnival, or a massacre.The knocking sound next door sounded again: [The madman on the third floor is here again.] ]The small percussion sound, barely audible in the noisy background, was barely audible to Brant's careful discernment.So these people are all celebrities on the third floor?
Brant frowned, the iron door of his ward shook twice, as if it was affected by a bomb that exploded in an unknown direction, and at this time he realized that this iron door on the first floor may not only prevent patients from escaping, but also protect the people in the ward from being caught when more dangerous criminals go crazy.At this time, if you are caught, there is only one way to die.Sirens sounded throughout Arkham, and the guards ran up with various heavy weapons, and there was chaos outside.The door to the ward shook a few more times, and Brant blinked, stretched out a finger and pushed tentatively, and then heard a creak drowned in the sound of gunfire, and then the iron door opened.It was clear that the door lock was blown up.Brandt directly opened the door and really saw the farce outside the door.In the bombed ward, the patient collapsed at the door, not knowing whether he was alive or dead; The uniformed guards staggered and suffered heavy casualties; Blood and minced flesh all over the floor.The sky was filled with smoke and fire.Brant knew he couldn't go on like this.He slowly moved out of the room, grabbed a seriously injured guard who had been thrown over, and put him in his room.He took a deep breath, pulled out all the tentacles of consciousness he could control, and scattered them out.Divided into a dozen strands, the consciousness body pinpointed the rioters and burrowed into their brains.After a long tug-of-war of wandering, covering, and controlling, the rioters were finally defeated.As if glared at by Medusa, they stiffened and could not control themselves from making any movements.The remnants of the guards brought the rioters back into control, and the drama finally ended.The doctor hurried to treat the wounded, and the chief guard retrieved his firearm and walked over to Brandt.Your face is ugly.Allen's arm was still bleeding, but it didn't prevent him from lighting a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, saying with certainty: You did it.What the chief guard was saying, Brant knew it, and he didn't intend to hide it, even if he had to show his worth in order to gain trust and freedom earlier, so without hesitation, Brant nodded.A little trick of mine.He said half-truths.Superpowers?
Alan took a puff of his cigarette and said after a long time: "It's good."
Brant saw that he didn't look right and asked, "Okay?"
Allen said: As long as it is not used to sin, of course it is good.Although Batman is just an ordinary person, I have seen Superman in Metropolis before, and I have heard of the Flash in Central City, they both have extraordinary abilities, but they bring good results.Brandt silently wrote down the names of these people and said, "I think I am too."
He reminded the Guard, "But what I'm more concerned about now is whether there is a way to untie the chain?"
Alan said: Originally, I wanted to find Phoebe to unlock the lock for you, he was the best locksmith in Gotham before he went crazy, but unfortunately five years ago, he was eroded by the scarecrow's fear gas, and in fear he broke down the door locks of two families, and in the hallucination formed by the poison gas, he treated them as monsters and brutally killed them.Although Phoebe has not fully regained consciousness yet, his lockpicking skills are still there, and opening your chains is not a problem.And then what?
Brant knew that Alan's words certainly weren't over.Sure enough, Alan continued: Then, he died in the riot.emmm, so what do I do now?
Alan spat out a smoke ring in his heart: If you are not afraid of risk and are in a hurry, I have a bottle of strong corrosive venom in my office.Brant said simply: I'm waiting for you here, go and come back quickly.Brandt didn't want to hold on to the heavy chain for a minute, so it was just a corrosive venom, and with a little more care, he agreed almost immediately.The chief guard hurried away, but a few minutes later, he returned with an unlabeled transparent bottle.That's it?
Brant stretched out his hands and let the chief guard carefully drip a few drops, and the chain visibly melted into a pool of molten iron.Allen's hand was steady, and although he only had one hand, it didn't hurt Brant in the slightest.Unrestrained, Brant moved his wrists and ankles, only to feel that his whole body became lighter.A guard ran to report with a sad face: Chief Allen, 4 brothers died, 3 were seriously injured, and 12 were slightly injured.Alan was silent for a while, and then asked in a tight voice: "What about the criminals on the first floor?"
The guards said: 18 dead, 5 wounded.Alan waved his hand to go back to help, and then he heard Brant's faint voice: Those upstairs residents, just take them back and continue to lock them up?
Alan sneered: Otherwise?
There is no death penalty in Gotham.Brandt knew his chance had come: Remember my little tricks?
Eren lifted her eyelids and looked at him.Brant continued: Its greatest function is to treat mental illness, don't you think it's a good fit for this place?
Alan said: Psychiatrist?
You can think so.Brandt, who had no qualifications to practice medicine at all, cheekily recognized the title: a psychiatrist with a bit of a small means.Alan dropped his cigarette, grabbed Brant's hand, and walked in the direction of the elevator.Brant stumbled as he was pulled: Where to go?
Take you to the dean.Alan said: If what you say is true, do you mind being a psychiatrist at Arkham?
Brandt's eyes narrowed: Of course not.Seattle, King County.Omir in the incubator suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers trembling.There was a panic in his eyes that had not yet disappeared, indicating the ominousness of the previous dream.Half an hour ago, he had fallen asleep inexplicably, and then dreamed of a hellish ruin.And Brandt appeared in such a battlefield filled with gunpowder.It's an upside-down dream, everyone is going backwards, the blown up walls are also reversed and repaired, the crazy scuffle, the bloody, Brant in the hospital room, the escape of the green suit Dream At the end, he sees Brant with heavy chains and asks the man in green.What is this place?
He saw the man open his arms and gave the answer.Arkham, Arkham Asylum in Gotham.Suddenly woke up, and the dream ended.He gasped for breath in the culture medium as quickly as possible, but he could only let strings of bubbles protrude from his mouth, and he couldn't calm down at all.Rather than having such a dream because he was worried about Brant, Omir believed that it was a psychic connection from the original existence, a clue and a warning.Gotham.Arkham Asylum.Almost immediately, he thought of someone.Clown.Gotham is the city of the Jokers, and Arkham Asylum is the Joker's territory, and the first thing he needs to do to find out if it's a ridiculous dream or if it's true, is to find the Joker.Recalling the conversation between Batman and Stark at the police station, Omir locked down Stark Industries, where the Joker was located, on the fifth basement floor.Omir quietly watched his surroundings, he was waiting for an opportunity.A chance to escape again.And this opportunity was quickly delivered to the door.Through the pale blue culture, he watched as Edward carefully led a little girl towards him.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Bubu: Finally have to work, chicken!
Chief of Guard: I'll take you to the dean's for an interview.Bubu: Salary?
Dean: Eat and stay.Boob: And then?
Dean: What's the little money?
Bubu: QAQ Chapter 47 Forty-Seven Psychopathy The girl looked to be less than ten years old, and she was scary-thin, and she wore two cute ponytails and tilted her head to look at Omir.She asked in a low voice: Brother, is this the big hero who can save me?
Edward replied gently and dotingly: "It's him, brother, let him come out to see you."
Edward said this, but did not move, he waited.Sure enough, it didn't take long for Frank, who had a bandage on his face, to arrive late with a team of guards.Omir looked at Frank's appearance, but thought to himself, it seems that Edward really didn't lie to him about the fact that he broke the bridge of the other man's nose.There were too many strangers, and the little girl cowered behind her brother, sticking out her little head and looking out secretly.She saw the robot grab her hero out of the water and put him on the ground, and saw the uniformed uncles and brothers holding guns to surround the hero, forcing him into a strange glass room, and watching the uniformed uncle pull the hero's hand out of the only hole in the glass room and lock it.Frank walked up to Edward's side and said angrily: "I will let it treat your sister according to the agreement, and you must also abide by the contract, do not be disheartened, and popularize and copy this technology for me as soon as possible."
Edward said lukewarmly: "When Jennifer is cured, I will fulfill the promise."
Frank complained: That's not what we said in the first place.I only promise a cure, never a cure.Edward is unmoved: Jennifer is healed, which is the premise of everything.Frank couldn't help but curse under his breath and took a deep breath to calm himself down.He walked around with his arms crossed, his pace changed from chaotic and rapid to stable, and his mentality gradually stabilized.He wasn't so impatient before, probably because he finally saw the light of day, and was escaped by the test subject again, although he knew that the other party would come back, it still affected his mentality somewhat.But this is not good, impatience will make him lose his mind, and then lose his advantage.Frank calmed down and walked back to Edward: Goodwin took three months to recover, and I will give you three months, and after three months, no matter what your sister's outcome is, I want you to fulfill your promise and replicate success for me.Edward knew that this was Frank's biggest concession, and he looked at him and nodded.Frank glanced at him, threw the key to the glass cubicle, and left with the man in a rage.Edward took the key, and now, the three of them were the only ones left in the central control room.Omir twisted his wrist, but he couldn't pull his arm out of the hole, his superhuman strength seemed to pose no threat to everything in this small glass space.Edward said: Don't struggle, this glass is 49 times harder than tempered glass, you can't break free.Omir said: This really doesn't look like the attitude you should have towards your benefactor, only I can save your sister, right?
Edward stopped talking to Omir, and silently held Omir's clenched fist and plunged the needle into a vein.Jennifer, come here.Brother, what's wrong?
The little girl ran upside down.Edward patted her on the head: Brother is going to give Jennifer an injection, don't be afraid, it's good to finish the shot.Jennifer said loudly: Don't be afraid!
My brother's injection doesn't hurt at all!
It's like bluffing to cheer yourself up.Edward plunged another needle into Jennifer's wrist.Omir's blood was pumped out little by little, flowed into a purifier, and then filtered into Jennifer's body.Edward stood up, he glanced at the time, and sighed tiredly.Jennifer asked sensitively: What's wrong with my brother?
Tired?
Do you want to take a break?
Edward shook his head: Brother will dispense medicine for you, Jennifer is here for an infusion obediently, don't move, you know?
Jennifer nodded obediently: Jennifer is obedient.She watched Edward walk into the dispensing room and disappear completely, so she narrowed her neck cutely and whispered to Omir: Brother is too worried.Omir looked at her in silence and did not speak.Jennifer asked strangely: Big hero, aren't you happy?
Jennifer's eyes were too serious, and Omir couldn't help but answer her seriously: If you were locked in a cage, without freedom, and had to bleed, would you be happy?
Jennifer thought about it carefully, and frowned like a little adult: Then Jennifer won't be happy.There are many things that her little brain can't understand, but she still knows one thing: so didn't the big hero want to save Jennifer himself?
Omir didn't lie to her: I wanted to save another person, but he was far away, and I was going to find him.Jennifer frowned her delicate little brows, and then her eyes suddenly lit up when she thought of something: Jennifer has a way, don't worry, big hero.To tell the truth, Omir didn't believe that this little girl could do anything, the shackles that even he couldn't break free, the walls that couldn't be broken, what could a little girl do?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Edward walking back with a tube of potion, and Jennifer took the potion quite consciously and drank it all in one gulp.Edward crouched down and asked her, "Is it bitter?"
Jenny stuck out her tongue and frowned, but she told a lie to comfort her brother: It's not bitter!
Oh?
Then my brother won't give you the toffee prepared in advance?
Jennifer immediately changed her words: It's bitter to death, and she wants toffee!
Edward finally showed his first smile of the day, he rubbed Jennifer's hair, stood up and looked at the time, and waited nearly ten minutes before pulling out the needle for Jennifer.Omir didn't move, but turned off the blood-drawing device to facilitate the next blood transfusion.After almost three days, Omir basically determined the cycle of blood transfusions for the little girl, and she needed blood transfusions twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.Although the frequent infusions have made her arm have a lot of needles, it is undeniable that Jennifer has obviously gained a little weight, not as thin and scary as before, and her face has become bloody, and she looks a lot better.She's really getting better.On the evening of the third day, the rejection occurred again.Frank's guards reappeared, assisted Omir in his 12-hour soak, and then locked him in a glass cubicle.The whole process did not allow Omir to find any chance to break through.Omir was starting to get irritable, he couldn't wait any longer, and Brant's situation worried him.If that place was really Arkham Asylum, and the riot in the dream had actually occurred, then it was uncertain whether he was safe now.And just after he finished giving Jennifer another blood transfusion, at about one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jennifer in pajamas appeared in front of Omir again.Hush.Jennifer held up a finger and whispered: "Big hero, Jennifer let you out, don't move."
Omir was stunned: Why did you let me out?