I really don't care

More leaned on the railing, waiting for the first meal in Arkham.

He took the food and smiled at the prison guard in a friendly manner, "Thank you, brother!"

The prison guard was a little interested, he rarely saw someone being locked in so normal, "Why are you locked in?"

Moore smiled wryly and nodded his forehead, "You know, I have mental problems, I don't remember."

"Oh—" the prison guard understood, "schizophrenia."

Moore just nodded and smiled, neither saying yes nor no.

But after eating and drinking, my hands are a little itchy.Moore twitched his fingers, frowned, but still couldn't hold back, and made a request, "Can I have a cigarette?"

The prison guard thought about it, and saw that Moore was a very easy-going personality, so he gave it up.He nodded with his finger, "I'll just watch you smoke, don't try to mess with me."

"Hey, good!" Moore took the cigarette, lit it, and took a puff with an expression of enjoyment.

Cigarettes are not necessary for Moore, but occasionally when he gets addicted to cigarettes, he will smoke one to calm down.

He says smoking helps him think.

Moore handed back the lighter, and just leaned against the railing to puff.The smoke made his outline hazy, and the surging emotions in his eyes were also covered up.

After smoking this cigarette, his thoughts were straightened out, and he calmed down.

He smiled flatteringly at the prison guard, "Thank you, brother!"

The prison guard waved his hands with a helpless expression, "Don't, don't thank me. Next time I meet another personality, I might not have such a good face."

He saw Moore finished smoking, turned around and left, "I am on duty this time, maybe it will be someone next time, I have to eat well."

"Okay!" Moore got up and sat on his little bed.He was determined to think about what excuse he should use today to cooperate.

He cared too much, and ended up coming directly to get himself into Arkham. The time was short enough.

No excuse yet.

He has to think about it...

Damn, I can't even think about it... The brother next to the bed is snoring loudly.

Suddenly the snoring stopped, and Moore, who closed his eyes, heard the brother rustling, and then the sound of water.

Oh, going to the bathroom.

After listening to the whole process of Moore's bitter thoughts, at least now he is quiet and can sleep.

But the facts told him that he was too early to rest assured.

When he was about to fall asleep, he heard the brother next door on the other side grinding his teeth.

Moore, who was about to fall asleep, heard the sound of grinding teeth, and the more he heard it, the clearer he became, and the more he heard it, the more awake he became.

Moore: "..." The past few years of life have made him coquettish.

And at this moment, who knows who farted while sleeping and turning over.It's human nature, it's understandable, right?

As a result, the big guy next door got out of bed, "I'm almost asleep, what are you farting!"

The brother who was knocked on the wall also came down, and no one could see anyone, so he just leaned over to the railing, "That's beyond my control!"

The quiet corridor immediately became noisy, and several sensor lights were turned on.

Prison guards were also brought over as a matter of course.This is great, everything about the disturbance has been recorded.

None of this has anything to do with Moore, however.

Moore, who didn't think about a good excuse, didn't think about what identity to approach, and didn't get a good night's sleep, lay flat on the bed, so angry.

Moore rarely showed his sincerity, but at this moment, he was really a little angry.His closed eyes opened a crack, and he looked at the cobweb in the corner of the ceiling, and there were even small black spiders crawling on the web.

He watched intently, trying to hypnotize himself, and suddenly heard someone ask him, "Can you still fall asleep?" He was startled.

Moore opened his eyes completely, and looked at the position of the spider web, making sure that the spider would not crawl to his side, so he was willing to turn his head to look at his buddies in the same room.

This dude doesn't see any mental illness.

Moore: "No." He sat up, "I can't sleep."

Unsurprisingly, the buddy giggled twice, "I thought you could fall asleep in such a situation when you first came here."

Moore rolled his eyes and said nothing.

The buddy suddenly got off the bed and lay on the ground, feeling that it was not enough, and lay under the bed, "This way I can fall asleep, I used this method to sleep at the beginning."

Moore was so surprised by him that he was speechless for a moment.

The dust on the ground was so thick that he didn't want to step on it with his shoes on, let alone lie in it!The air was so cloudy that Moore almost sneezed!

So Moore said dryly, "Oh, that's it."

The buddy greeted him, "Try it like me, what if you fall asleep?"

Moore couldn't help but rolled his eyes again.

He turned his head to look at the criminals who were shouting at each other outside and not at the one next to him, "No, thank you."

The buddy sighed regretfully, "Why don't you bother to try?"

Moore stopped talking.

No one wants to eat and live with cockroaches and mice.

Sure enough, Arkham.

As expected of Arkham.

More began to worry about whether he would survive long enough for the Joker to escape.

Moore looked east and west, and observed carefully. Even in such a mess, he didn't see the clown.

Thinking about it, how could a dangerous person like the clown be locked up here? It must be the kind of prison that has its own small room, right?

Moore thought about it, and asked the man who was lying under the bed, "Hey, brother, do you know clowns?"

The brother poked his head out, "Why are you asking him?"

His expression looked a little reluctant, but also a little faintly afraid.

Moore smiled, a very gentle smile.But when the brother thought that he was asking about the clown, he lost the slightest sleepiness, and thought that Moore looked very scary.

Isn't it true that people can't judge by appearance?Actually he's a bad guy or something?

The buddy spoke hesitantly, and asked again: "Why are you asking him?"

Moore's tone suddenly became very strange, "Ann, I'm just asking~"

The buddy in the next bed has seen a clown.He has seen the face of the clown, he also knows the way the clown speaks, and even more knows the way the clown acts. It seems ridiculous, but it seems to have his own reason.

That's why he felt that Moore was so scary at this moment.

He even started to sweat coldly, as if he had seen the clown himself again, and he began to think, was it because Moore asked the question just now that he was a clown...or had he seen a clown?

This strange accent is exactly the same as the clown.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered what the jailer had said earlier: "schizophrenia. ''Don't, don't thank me, next time I meet another personality, maybe I won't have such a good face. '

His guts were suddenly inflated like a balloon, and he crawled out from under the bed, rubbing his hands, "Hey, of course I know clowns!"

Moore leaned against the wall and looked at the buddy in the next bed, "Tell me what you know?"

Although his expression looks casual and his angle is really rude, but the buddy can't bear to feel uncomfortable at all.After all, anything related to clowns...is abnormal.

Buddy said: "I don't know too much..."

He just looked like he wanted something.

Moore glanced at him with a half-smile.

The buddy shuddered, and muttered softly, "I said it's okay..."

"Say it quickly." Moore became cold, and his voice was a little different from the beginning, and he would look frightening.

The buddies leaned back until they felt that they were pressed against the wall behind them, and then they were forced to calm down because of the coldness of the wall.

He flinched back, and then said: "It's not once or twice that the clown was caught, he didn't resist when he was caught, and now he's been here for a while—" He shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, his tense nerves relaxed a little, "I guess the next escape from prison is not too far away."

He looked up to see Moore's expression, but he could only see a face that looked particularly terrifying due to the light. He shrank back carefully and swallowed, realizing that probably this was not what Moore wanted to hear.

*

The clown escapes three, four, five, six, seven or eight times a year, and the escape route is fixed, and there is even a separate cell for him inside.

This buddy has been imprisoned here for nearly a year, and has seen clowns escape several times, so he feels somewhat in awe of clowns.

After all, how many people locked up here don't know the clown's feat?

So they all followed the clown.That's why when the buddies heard Moore say that temporarily believing his words was like an amnesty, they quickly lay down under the bed, not even daring to take off the quilt.Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

He was obviously a normal person just now, but after the personality change, he suddenly became a ghost...and his aura unconsciously became a level that he couldn't resist...If he didn't say anything, he might be beaten to death.

Thinking about serious things, but thinking about it, he fell asleep.

He didn't notice that Moore, who was defined in his heart as a 'super-terrible sub-personality', smiled softly. How could there be the shuddering prey in his eyes just now?

Moore's lips were a bit pinker in color, and he hooked the corners of his mouth in a good mood because he had achieved his goal. In the dark, his lips looked particularly conspicuous, and it was a little scary to match his white teeth.

The inmates in the cell diagonally opposite looked at him and consciously retracted them.

Moore lay down, facing the wall, the night was already deep, and some harvests were already good.He didn't expect to be rewarded on the first day.

Moore closed his eyes.

*

The next day he got up, opened his eyes, turned to look at the brother next to him, still soundly asleep.Moore just repeated the same day after day.

Until one night a month later, various screams came from outside.

And in this darkness, the light of the sensor light brought by the sound of high heels is particularly dazzling.

The author has something to say:

The owner of the high heels is easy to guess, right?

I just heard that the protagonist of Demon Slayer, Tanjiro, died... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

let me drive!let me drive!I will open Ghost Slayer next time!

Later I found out that Boss Scrap said that the protagonist is dead, but Boss Scrap is not dead, so can the protagonist not die?It's hard to kill the boss without the protagonist and Breath of the Sun, so can I have a little hope?

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