Chapter 75 27. Wherever you go, what goes wrong is the fate of the protagonist—【1050】
(Add more for the brothers of "Midsummer's Presumptuousness")
Halley Quinzel took Mason all the way into Arkham Asylum.
This will be the time to get off work. Mason can see that many employees who work here are leaving in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces are undisguised, as if they are escaping from hell.
The mental state of these employees like wild dogs in the second half made Mason once again feel that some indescribable "momentum" of Arkham was coming.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Klein!"
When walking into the office on the second floor, Halle greeted a middle-aged doctor who was clocking in after get off work.
The latter raised his head and showed a gentle and polite smile. Wearing very elite business glasses, he immediately saw Mason behind Harley.
This made Dr. Klein, who had worked in Arkham Asylum for several years, a little puzzled. He pushed his glasses and asked in a very magnetic voice:
"Harry, who is this?"
"He's my cousin."
Dr. Halle replied with a normal face:
"I want to come to the place where I work and have a look, and spend tonight's shift with me by the way. You know, because of the schedule, I'm the only attending doctor on duty tonight."
"Oh, is that so?"
Looking at Mason's obvious yellow complexion and at the white and swan-like Harley Quizell, a strange light flashed in Dr. Klein's eyes.
But acquiescing to this terrible lie.
He pushed his glasses and said softly:
"It seems a bit inconsistent with the hospital's regulations, but it's okay, a young and beautiful lady like you always needs a flower protector.
Especially a night in Arkham.
Have a great night's shift, Harley, and I'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning. But please remember that the office is monitored, so if you two want to talk about something private, go outside. "
"Thank you, Dr. Klein, your coffee always heals my tired heart."
Harry made a joke and watched Dr. Klein leave with a black suitcase. When she opened the office door, she found Mason still standing outside the door, looking at Klein who was leaving with a thoughtful expression.
"What's wrong?"
The female doctor plucked the blond hair hanging over her shoulders, and asked softly:
"You also think Dr. Klein is a gentleman, right? He is the star doctor of Arkham Asylum, and many nurses like him very much.
Too bad he's not my style. "
"Yeah, it is indeed a gentleman with a demeanor, full of a sense of superiority of the upper elite but not annoying."
Mason shrugged and said:
"Especially when he's not wearing a mask."
"Mask? What mask?"
Harry put on a doctor's white coat, **** her hair and said curiously:
"Doctor Klein doesn't have a mask."
"That's because you haven't seen it. Of course, it's best not to expect to see it."
Mason didn't say much on the subject.
He moved his nose when he entered Harry's office. There was a very special aroma in this small office, like the incense used in meditation.
The young man asked:
"What is this fragrance?"
"Oh, the deodorant that Dr. Klein sent, it is said that he found it when he was traveling abroad, and it is in every office."
Harry prepared the materials needed for the night shift, and replied while busy:
"It smells good, right? Before I used your vitality potion, it was this soothing freshener that helped me get through those stresses."
Mason didn't answer.
He frowned slightly and looked at the prompt of the translucent character card in front of him:
"The intrusion of harmful gas has been detected, and the analysis of alchemy is a 'trace amount of hallucinogen'. This item can cause subtle changes in the mental state of long-term inhalers, making it easier to enter a state of absent-mindedness, sluggishness, or being charmed."
"The scarecrow's hallucinogens, maybe the clown's poison, plus the pressure brought by other patients in Arkham. With so many powerful first-line villains serving you alone, how can normal people dare to enjoy this blessing ?
No wonder Harley Quinn was born in this place. "
Mason groaned in his heart, walked to the window and opened it to let the smell in the office dissipate.
He turned his head and said to Harley who seemed to be in a good mood while humming:
"Take me to the place where you usually talk with patients. If Zhou Keer wants to use drugs to hypnotize you, then it must be when you are alone with him."
Harley Quizell, who was in a good mood, bit her lip when she heard the name "Mr. J". After making it clear that she had been viciously hypnotized, the female doctor was very resistant to contacting everything related to that lunatic.
But she clearly began to trust Mason.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up, handed a white coat to Mason and signaled him to put it on.
The two walked towards the psychotherapy room dedicated to the Arkham Asylum. Although it was notorious and the main building was an old building over 130 years old, the long-term donations from the Wayne Group and other organizations made the facilities of the Asylum unremarkable. Difference.
Each doctor has a dedicated treatment room and even a relaxation room full of snacks.
However, this kind of generous treatment still failed to win the doctor's heart. The turnover rate of this lunatic asylum is quite astonishing. There are only a handful of people like Dr. Klein who have worked here for more than three years.
The most outrageous is based on the "grape tidbit" that Halle shared on the road.
It is said that several unlucky doctors who were too responsible or too involved in the drama did not have time to submit a resignation report, and they themselves became one of the long-term patients of this lunatic asylum.
That **** **** joke came true in Arkham.
The patient was not cured, and the doctor went crazy.
"It's here."
Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the door of his exclusive treatment room.
Mason didn't smell any weird smell when he walked in, and the room was also cleaned very clean.
He carefully observed every display in the room like a detective. Under Harry's slightly worried gaze, Mason quickly noticed a clown doll on the table.
He carefully put on medical gloves, picked up the thing, kneaded it in it, and then raised his head to glance at Harry standing at the door.
噗.
A pocketknife popped out of Mason's hand and poked into the seam of the doll. He reached in and fumbled for a while, and a very small bottle was taken out.
"I guess, this should also be given to you by Zhou Ke'er? As some kind of 'proof of friendship' between the patient and the doctor?"
Mason threw the tattered clown doll into the trash can, pinched the thing the size of a little finger between his fingers, looked up and said something casually.
The last illusion in Harley Quizell's heart was completely shattered, she leaned against the door weakly and covered her face.
The truth always hurts.
She has been trying very responsibly and hard to appease the patient, but her vicious patient only wants to hurt her.
There was only one-third of the liquid in the vial in Mason's hand, and the label information jumped out:
Clown's Neurotoxin (diluted)
Quality: Epic Alchemy Creation (Poison) Perfect Craft
Efficacy: The toxin carefully prepared by the clown, when used in large quantities in the form of a gas, will kill too many lives in a short period of time and leave the iconic smiling face.
When used in a small amount, it will destroy the brain of the target life, making its mental state and thinking mode into an uncontrollable range.
The diluted clown toxin is still highly hallucinogenic, and Zhou Keer often uses it with crazy spiritual guidance to create loyal followers or playthings for himself.
Producer: Zhou Keer
Item Description: The next victim of this thing should be called "Hawkeye" No. 17.
Reminder: The formula is being analyzed, and the estimated completion time is [77 hours].
"Nice windfall."
Mason showed an interested smile, put the clown toxin in his hand into the bag hidden in his waist, took off the medical gloves and stepped forward to pull up the absent-minded Doctor Haley.
He said:
"I don't know what you medical students were taught in school, as far as I'm concerned, I might be interested in the fantasy world through the eyes of mental patients, but I definitely don't try to think in the way they see the world.
Only the same kind can understand the same kind, but you want to understand Zhou Ke'er and treat him?
What a crazy idea. "
The young man shook his head and said to the female doctor:
"That's it for tonight, I suddenly realized that I might not be ready to meet Zhou Keer, and I don't want to anger Batman because of a lunatic.
We should go.
"I want to confront him! I want to expose his tricks!"
Harry held Mason's hand tightly, and whispered as if praying:
"You go with me, okay? Just give me courage outside the door, I dare not go alone."
"If it's just for courage, why not?"
Mason did not deny the request.
He was very gentlemanly and helped Harley Quinzel, whose legs were weakening, take the elevator to the bottom floor of Arkham Asylum.
Here are all single wards for "VIP customers".
Any one randomly pulled out of it can become a super villain in other cities, but in Gotham, he can only stay in his cell as humiliated as being "stamp collecting" by Batboy.
Only by seeing this spectacular "collection" can one truly understand Batman's terrifying menace in the city. But now it is quiet here at the time when the night has not yet come, and it is far from the most "lively" time of the day.
Arkham is said to be able to develop "super hearing", and the guys here always like to **** in the middle of the night.
Standing in front of the ward marked "JOKER" on the door, Halle breathed heavily. She glanced at Mason standing in the shadow beside her, who gave her an encouraging gesture.
So the female doctor plucked up the courage to step forward, clenched her fist and smashed it a few times. Then, a somewhat funny but full of air sounded from inside:
"Who? Who is so rude? Can't even knock on the door?"
"It's me! Harley Quinzel!"
Harry yelled.
Zhou Ke'er's voice became more cheerful, and he said with a long voice:
"Well, look who's here, my one-time baby Quinn! Have you come to visit your sweetheart?"
But his voice instantly became vicious again:
"Go away, you're not my baby anymore, witch! Since you tried to cure me with that **** potion, oh my god, how can there be such vicious people in this world?
Won't you allow me to enjoy my chaotic but simple happy time?
get out!
Vicious witch Harley!
We broke up, I will find another cutie in this 'palace' who is willing to accompany me to go crazy, I have many alternative targets. "
"No! Zhou Ke'er! I dumped you! You son of the beach!"
Angrily Harry beat the iron door and shouted:
"I won't be hypnotized by your tricks anymore, you crazy bastard! You hate that drug that wakes you up, don't you? Good!
From now on, I will bring them to 'greet' you every day, until the day I cure you! "
"Yo yo, look at what kind of third-rate doctor this is, so unprofessional? How can you yell at patients like this? I should really complain to Dr. Klein about you."
Zhou Ke'er was not ashamed, but cheerfully replied,
But he changed the subject and said:
"You foolish woman can't find my brilliant joke for the rest of her life. Someone must be helping you. Who is outside! Talk! Ha, I thought this game was over, but I didn't expect it to have an interesting twist .
It turns out that some troublesome guy is fighting with me for the soul and personality of lovely Harley, and you are trying to **** her from the happy world I made up?
You think beautifully! "
The clown's voice became sharp and vicious, he kicked the iron door frantically and shouted:
"Let's keep playing, I will let you see the birth of the most perfect Harley Quinn with your own eyes!
Although I will definitely get tired of playing with her and come up with a genius idea to make her disappear in an accident, just like the sixteen cuties who loved me so much.
I hate jerks who interrupt games.
I want to kill.
Uh, why kill?
How interesting, you're outside, I can hear little Harley's heart pounding, the poor girl thinks she's got a backer and she's no longer afraid of the big bad guy.
How naive.
Halle, Halle, my poor Halle, come, tell me, what time is it? "
The female doctor lowered her head to look at her watch, but was grabbed by Mason, and then the silver-gray invisibility cloak enveloped the two of them in place and disappeared into the shadows.
"Hush!"
Mason silenced the terrified Harley Quizell, and he felt strong unease from the clown's words. Not from the clown, but from the outside world!
The thing he had been waiting for was about to happen.
Right now!
The clown who didn't get an answer was not discouraged. He leaned against the wall of his ward as if sharing something that made him feel distressed, and said to the people outside the wall:
"Those **** have been contacting me recently. Even though I strangled three of them to death, they still persevered. They repeatedly told me a nagging prophecy, saying that the end is coming.
Tch, who cares?
Well, they also said they killed Batman, hell! I do not believe!
No one can kill Batman.
except me.
Yes.
Only I have this ability.
Run, Harley and your new master, run! If it's not half past seven, you still have time to escape.
But if you're not lucky."
"Boom"
A loud bang interrupted the clown's words.
Amidst the vibrations of the entire ground, a violent explosion occurred on the surface of Arkham Asylum, and then Mason heard the deep roar of some kind of rapid-fire weapon and one or two shrill screams.
Dr. Harley Quinzel in his arms is scared out of his wits by now.
Holding Mason tightly, he didn't dare to let go, even holding his breath, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen again.
"Well, it seems that you are not lucky."
Among the continuous explosions, Zhou Keer’s gloating voice came from the other side of the wall, and he said:
"They did it, what a group of people who do what they say, don't need a second more, super good sense of time! I'm starting to appreciate them.
Run!
Silly boy, run away.
All the freaks in this palace are going to be unleashed, they made a deal with the doomists who want to set Gotham ablaze, and they will be the vanguard of the apocalypse.
except me.
I have always hated crowded places.
You don't have to worry about me.
I will wait for my friend Batman to rescue me.
I hope we have a chance to meet again, Harley, our story is not over yet, cutie, you will eventually fall in love with me, I promise hahahahahaha!
Pinch hahahaha! "
The familiar and iconic maniacal laughter echoed in the explosion that was getting closer to the ground, like a signal that woke up the other clients in the VIP ward on the lowest floor of the Arkham Asylum.
They cursed and pounded on the iron gate.
Again expecting those guys who have sent invitations to them in the past few days to come down and give them a chance to be free and to display their "ambition".
In the invisibility cloak, under the horrified gaze of Harley Quizell, the expressionless Mason picked up the mobile phone in his hand that had been turned on and dialed three minutes ago, and said to the other side:
"Have you heard everything?"
"Well, I'll prepare right away."
Butler Alfred’s elegant London accent remained calm even at this time, and he asked briefly:
"Need to provide you with support?"
"No need."
Mason replied:
"I can leave safely, don't let Batman show up yet! He hasn't fully recovered yet, wait for me to meet up in the past."
After the communication was hung up, the young man glanced at Dr. Halle who was trembling in his arms.
He showed a helpless smile and said:
"Alas, I had other things to do tonight. But for now, let's start with Escape from Arkham."
(end of this chapter)