I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Arkham Asylum?She also has the Avengers Building!

Grabbed by a group of lunatics from nowhere and pushed into the car, Bernice began to struggle desperately, and was finally knocked unconscious.When I woke up again, the world had changed drastically—in every sense.

Because you can’t feel the passage of time because you don’t see the sky all day long, the cold air turns into an invisible hand to pinch your throat at any time and slowly tighten it. After nightfall, there will be some wild dogs screaming sadly, or Occasionally, there would be a scream resounding throughout the entire castle, echoing in the cold night, but at other times it was eerily silent, without any trace of life.

In short, this is not a place for a normal girl to stay.

Fortunately, there are not many advantages of Bernice, one of which is to go with the situation. Within three days, she accepted the fact that the dimensional wall broke and she was trapped in Arkham.

Bernice looked up at the light bulb jumping like a will-o'-the-wisp outside the cell, flickering on and off, she sighed, and couldn't help complaining in her heart.

It’s no wonder they can’t cure those mental illnesses in Gotham. As a prison and medical institution, Arkham is too unqualified. Let alone patients, even normal people don’t suffer from depression if they stay in this haunted house every day. No wonder!

Didn't you see that even Harleen Quizell, who is a doctor, has become a Harley Quinn!

Who would like that lunatic clown? !

Speaking of clowns—this one got off to a bad enough start, but her cellmate was still a clown.

Yes, the one from DC.So without even thinking about it, she was sure that this was really Arkham Asylum.

Let the time go back to three days ago.

After Bernice woke up, she was in the state of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing", but when she saw the very conspicuous green hair and pale hair without a trace of blood on the man opposite him who was smiling strangely at her. When he saw his face, he didn't react immediately.

After the clown saw Bernice wake up, he smiled even more happily, as if he had found some interesting toy, and said in an excited voice from his throat: "Well—little mouse, where did you come from? "

"Excuse me." Bernice's tone was unusually calm, "Excuse me, are you a cosplayer?"

clown:"……"

What the hell?

Bernice glanced at him up and down, nodded and said, "Cosplay is good."

The clown half-closed his eyes, "You seem a little confused about the current situation?"

"What else can happen?" Bernice frowned. "To be honest, can you let me out? This kind of prank is really low-level. Don't you know that it is against the law to imprison others' freedom?"

The clown seemed to hear something funny, and laughed nervously: "It seems that you really don't understand, it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning, welcome to Arkham—hahaha..."

Half of his face is in the light, half of it is in the dark, the corners of his mouth are raised high, and his smile is bright. He opens his arms, standing in this simple prison cell, as if standing in the center of the stage, wearing an orange prison uniform, as if wearing a gorgeous purple tuxedo.

Crazy laughter echoed in the sealed space. Thanks to him, Bernice finally regained her sanity.

Arkham?

Bernice thought of what those strong men who broke into her house said to her: "You will be transferred to Arkham Asylum.", and recalled carefully, the uniforms on their bodies seemed to have A Cam's lettering.

Not really.

Bernice panicked. She tried many methods, including kicking the door, prying open the door, and yelling, but she couldn't open the door and no one would touch her.

Then she calmed down and began to organize the cause and effect of the matter.

... What else could be the cause and effect!How the hell would she know why the dimensional wall suddenly broke!

After tossing for a long time, Bernice lay on the hard bed, thinking about how to get out of here in the future.

A very bad situation is that she seems to be locked up as a mentally ill person. She doesn't know how long her sentence is. She doesn't want to live in this ghost place for the rest of her life.But after thinking about it carefully, Bernice is not worried about this. Who is her cellmate?The famous Arkham escape master!

It's just that if she doesn't mess with the clown, it doesn't mean the clown will let her go, especially when he has nothing to do.

Her cell number is No. 2, and the clown's cell is No. 1. The two cells happen to face each other, separated by an alley. The cells on Bernice's side are all even-numbered cells, while the cells on the clown's side are all even-numbered cells. is singular.

Moreover, the door of the prison cell is not sealed. In order to monitor them conveniently (thankfully Arkham has not gone crazy enough to install a monitor in the cell), there is enough space between the iron pillars for a hand to pass through, that is to say, She and the Joker can see each other at all times.

Fortunately, the toilet in the cell was in an invisible corner, otherwise she would really go crazy if she had to shit face to face with the clown.

Unfortunately, the other cells are empty, and Bernice is forced to become the clown's harassment target.

"Why don't you talk? Are you afraid? Yes, you should be—"

Because she doesn't want anything to do with you at all.

"Or are you just bored? Come have fun with me and we can blow up Arkham... HAHAHAHAHA!"

It's okay to have fun, let's blow it up, she doesn't want to be blacklisted by Batman.

"I guess you were caught by that bat too? That's a meddling bat—"

No, but she would rather be Batman, Bruce Wayne would be gentler, right?People are also handsome.

Bernice's thoughts began to drift to nowhere, she didn't care about the clown, the clown was talking to himself like a genius, acting out his own play.

"Ohcomeon! Are you dumb?" The man opposite was still smiling, but some impatience and anger began to be mixed in the smile. Of course he knew that Bernice was not dumb, and he was just venting his dissatisfaction.

How can she not speak?That's too boring, and boring people have no meaning of existence.

When his hands reached his waist and couldn't find anything, he remembered that his gun and knife were confiscated, damn it.

Bernice turned over on the bed and covered her ears with her hands. She didn't know that the clown was about to kill him, she just thought he was noisy: "Dude, can't you be quiet?"

That's right—that's it, it's interesting in this way, he doesn't want a piece of wood that can't talk, the clown retracted his habitual hand for taking out the knife in satisfaction, and exaggerated: "Quiet? No, no, no, why should I be quiet? Why? So serious?"

Bernice: "..."

She asked to switch rooms!

……

Life is like rape, if you can't fight it, try to enjoy it.

It's not that Bernice has tried to communicate with the people here, expressing the fact that she is actually innocent. She swears that although she doesn't think she is a good person, she has never done anything harmful.

Unexpectedly, the guards just treated her as a mental patient, and didn't listen to a word, all they got was the clown's merciless ridicule.

You know, spending long periods of time in an isolated room looking for something to do, to pass the time, and Bernice would be happy to have someone to talk to, if it wasn't for that person being a supervillain.

As a result, on the fourth day, Bernice began to have a weird idea that the clown is not so bad, at least someone can talk to her.

What's even more weird is that from time to time, she would have the idea that "he's actually quite right".

This kind of thinking is dangerous.

Once, she asked the clown why you like making trouble.

He replied that he was just creating a little commotion, disrupting the original order and making everything chaotic.

"And I am the representative of chaos. Do you know the benefits of chaos?" He said, like a convincing orator, using an exaggerated tone to attract everyone's attention. "It brings justice."

The establishment of order is to protect people's lives, but in Gotham, is there order at all?If the order can no longer be fair and just, then there is no meaning of existence.

You see, that weird thought came out again, and she actually felt that what he said was really damn right.

Whenever Bernice realized what she had just thought, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Bernice was afraid of clowns, but that fear did not go to the bottom of her heart.

In the eyes of outsiders, the clown is a cold-blooded, cruel, and unreasonable freak, but to her, the clown is more of a comic character.The main difference between her and the people in this world is that she once looked at clowns from the perspective of God.Because of this, she saw a complete him, and she even knew the story behind him. Now that she knew his story, everything he did, the things that others could not understand, were not so incomprehensible.

But this is definitely not a cause for sympathy.

She was a little scared and said: "You know what? I was almost brainwashed by you."

"Why do you have to pretend? There's no one else here." The clown was very satisfied, and said with a smile, "You agree with me, tear off that hypocritical mask, admit it, ha—"

Bernice interrupted the clown, sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, and said nonchalantly, "Little Gangya, I kind of understand why so many people follow you, but I'm not crazy."

The clown was calm for a while, as if he had heard some big joke, and then his face was distorted with a smile: "It seems that you are really not afraid of me? I hope you are not pretending, because if I cut off your tongue Hearing your screams from time to time," he narrowed his eyes, the violent light flickering in and out of his eyes, "I will be very disappointed."

And Bernice relied on him not being able to come out, she didn't take his threats to heart at all, and said in a flat tone: "Wow——I'm so scared."

clown:"……"

The expression of the clown on the opposite side became more and more ferocious, he seemed to want to say something more, Bernice knew enough was enough, she shrugged her shoulders not to provoke him, folded her hands behind her head and fell on the bed.

……

The next day, when Bernice was in a drowsy sleep, she heard something, like a door being opened. As soon as she opened her eyes, her hands were handcuffed by a pair of handcuffs, both of which were taller than her. The guard with most of her head roughly dragged her out of the bed and took her outside.

Bernice, who was still half asleep, woke up immediately, and greeted the guard who was supporting her familiarly: "Good morning boys, are we going to have breakfast?"

Of course, no one cared about her, they just grabbed her arms hard to prevent her from escaping, she curled her lips, even the people who work here are so gloomy, as expected of Arkham.

This was the first time Bernice stepped out of the cell after she arrived. She was busy looking around, but the two guards stopped suddenly, and she realized that she had arrived at her destination.

One of the guards opened the door, pushed her into the room, went in himself, and closed the door, while the other stood guard outside.

"Starting today, you will have psychotherapy three times a week," he said.

There is only a simple table, two chairs, and a woman in the room.

The blond girl in a white robe stood up, showing a kind smile, her blue eyes behind the lenses were as clear as sea water: "Hello, Miss Garcia, right? I'm Harleen Quizell, your attending doctor, very happy it's happy to meet you."

Happy watched Tony spend money like water with a blank face, which was just his salary for several months.

"Mr. Stark, it seems that your luck is not very good today?" A brown-haired beauty next to her said with a sweet smile.

Tony shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if he didn't feel distressed at all, it would be better to say that he deserved a beating: "God gave me the ability to make money, so naturally he also gave me the ability to spend money."

Tony Stark, New York—and even the richest man in the United States, became the president of Stark Industries at the age of 21, leading the company to become the most valuable enterprise in the United States, sitting on billions of dollars, and holding advanced technology that every country covets. Technology, but also Iron Man, a superhero, one of the members of the Avengers.

Since he became Iron Man, he has rarely come to the casino. He prefers to develop the battle suit in the studio. Today is a rare visit. Obviously, his gambling skills have not improved at all.

But originally he didn't come here to win money, but to entertain and pass the time, or in other words, there was too much money and no place to spend it.

Tony lost the round, and he had no interest in continuing to bet, so it was the turn of the next customer to roll the dice.

He was about to ask Happy to take all the chips and play at another table, when he heard a man squeeze over and say to his friend, "Hey, let me tell you, there's a blond girl over there who is very lucky, I I bought a few rounds with her and won [-]!"

The man was dubious: "Really?"

"If you don't go there, there will be no place. Now many people are rushing to buy from her!"

The two left in a hurry, Tony raised his eyebrows with great interest - he didn't know whether it was for the blonde beauty or the gambling money, he turned his head and said to Happy: "Let's go and see." He left first.

Happy and the other two bodyguards quickly picked up the pile of chips on the table and followed behind Tony.

Tony didn't even need to look for it, because only the big and small gambling table was particularly lively, surrounded by two or three floors of people, who were obviously attracted by the "super lucky blonde" just like him Yes, but let alone beauties, he can hardly even see the table.

As soon as he approached, some gamblers recognized him and gave way while exclaiming. Tony also squeezed into the front row of spectators smoothly.

……

While looking at the navigation on the phone, Bernice drove to the largest casino in New York.The original one-hour drive was shortened to 45 minutes because of her constant exploration of the relationship on the verge of speeding.

If it weren't for the speeding, she was confident that she could reach New York within half an hour.

She specially changed into a long skirt today, otherwise she might not be allowed to go in because of her usual T-shirt and jeans appearance.