Summoner from a certain American comic

Just when Adam was about to leave, he suddenly found a black notebook on the clown's body.

Adam opened this note out of curiosity, which recorded a person's experience living in Arkham.

Arkham Asylum is located on the outskirts of Gotham City. This lunatic asylum is a "research center for abnormal humans", where most of the prisoners are extremely dangerous and highly intelligent criminals. In this lunatic asylum, everyone from the doctor to the patients is not mentally normal, but I, Grace Ackerman, can assure the world that I am not crazy. For some special reasons I was chased by a crazy man, and in order to escape the punishment for a few minor crimes I committed in my early years, I disguised myself as a madman and hid here.

Now, I'm sitting in a rocking chair in the center of the lounge. All around is a snow-white world, white walls, white floors, white tables and chairs, and cold lights. No one likes this environment, not even madmen.

"Grace, they took my doll away." Yvonne sat on the table not far from me, her thin legs swinging back and forth.

There was an old man squatting under the table where she was, and he kept drooling: "Dom is very hungry."

The old man, that is, Dom, pulled his hair and shouted: "Dom is hungry, Dom wants to eat."

This time the sound was louder, and the madmen around him panicked.

There is an old lady in a wheelchair by the window in the distance. She thinks she is a whitehead, so she stays in front of the nailed window every day. I know she will jump one day.

There were two people playing Ludo next to the heater. Oh, that was not normal Ludo. In fact, no one knew what the rules of their game were. Two lunatics were just playing chess that no one could understand.

The other lunatics only dared to stay far away in the corner, to be precise, they avoided me. Yvonne and Dom are my only friends here. Because other crazy people are afraid of me.

Maybe because I didn't respond, Yvonne was a little angry. She punched me and said in a loud voice: "Grace and the others took away my doll."

I kicked her, feeling helpless to the little girl, "I heard Yvonne." The little girl is 12 years old, but she is from Ward 7.

The ward numbers in Arkham are arranged according to the degree of danger. Generally speaking, the crazier the mental illness, the higher the ward number is. Dom is number 16 and I am number 1.

Yvonne jumped off the table and shouted in a voice that was almost like a scream, "I'm going to kill them Grace, I'm going to tear them apart." As she said this, she pulled out the chair from under me and ran to smash the door.

The sound alerted the madmen, and Dom crawled out, grabbed one of them and began to chew on it. The two men playing chess were smashing the pieces.

Ms. Pulsatilla also banged her head against the tempered glass, whimpering like a bird.

The red indicator light came on, flashing and adding a touch of color to the lounge.

Some women began to scream, and some men shouted excitedly and loudly.

In the chaos, some people were paying military salutes as if no one was watching, and some were dancing with unknown names.

The originally silent lounge instantly turned into a lively banquet.

Screaming, crying, alarm bells; military salutes, dancing, violence, this is the banquet of madmen.

I stood there and watched all this, feeling very calm and even enjoying it.

Only a madman can express his emotions and thoughts so truly. How much I love living here.

Maybe I've gone crazy, I thought to myself.

Even in the chaos, no one came close to me, because they were all afraid of me, afraid that I would also go crazy or that I was a normal person, someone outside, I don’t know.

The head nurse rushed in with people, and the nurses and security guards waved electric shock batons.

"Shut up and stop you crazy people." The head nurse showed no mercy to her patients.

Dom was sedated. Yvonne was placed in solitary confinement.

The remaining people calmed down after being subjected to several electric batons. I looked at the head nurse coldly, but she didn't dare to look at me. You see, another hypocrite who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

When the madmen are subdued, they are all quiet and well-behaved angels.

So the alarm was lifted, the banquet was suspended, and the place turned into a white cell again, imprisoning a group of people who were different from ordinary people.

Perhaps, according to the doctors, we are crazy. And according to what the head nurse said privately, we are beasts. This is strange, because in my opinion, we are all geniuses, geniuses that are not tolerated by ordinary people, pure geniuses.

We don't care half-heartedly, Yvonne only cares about her baby, Dom just wants to be fed, Ms. Pulsatilla just wants to fly, this fucking world.

Dom looked uncomfortable after being sedated. He collapsed on the table, saliva and tears filling his nose.

The caregivers didn't care. They tied the protective gear on him and kicked him off the table.

I couldn't control my anger anymore. I kicked down the caregivers and taught them a lesson about the most basic respect with my fists.

The head nurse rushed over with an electric baton, but I punched her and knocked her to the ground.

As a result, the surrounding security guards did not dare to approach. Around the white cage, my lovely incontinent lunatics who were shocked with electric batons whistled and screamed at me.

Along with these whistles, I smiled evilly and raised my hands.

The head nurse stood up holding her broken nose and roughly pushed me to the solitary room.

Seeing my smile, she shrank her hand again and only gently put it on my body.

I was surrounded by security guards. They all held electric batons alertly, as if they were ready to pounce on me if I made any move. I flashed my teeth at them, and they shrank back again.

All the way out of the lounge, I could still hear cheers and whistles coming from behind the long white corridor in the distance.

The head nurse cursed a few times: "Madman." The solitary room was a traditional small dark room with dirty bed boards and smelly pillows. Before the head nurse closed the door, I pinched the fat on her face again. Pull her closer.

"I heard your people took Yvonne's doll again"

The head nurse's fat face was trembling, and uncoagulated nosebleeds were still hanging on her face. I continued: "Go back before the power goes off at night. You know Lisa, you have to be obedient."

She nodded hurriedly and then said hesitantly: "I will put it back, Grace. And, I, my name is Helen."

I let go of my hand and smiled, "As long as you obey, Dylan, I won't cause any trouble for you. Stay away from Yvonne from now on. It's good for you and me, right~~" I raised my tail voice to let them He changed his tone as he pleased. This was a tone he learned from another person.

She quickly locked herself away from me and agreed to the deal.

Adam frowned and closed the notebook. He always felt that things were not that simple.

This notebook was a diary. He carefully analyzed the people who appeared in the diary, but there was no familiar guy.

This should be a diary from a long time ago. The Arkham described in it is completely different from the current one. The current Arkham Asylum is actually more like a prison for serious criminals.

End of this chapter