[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

It's been a rough day...

Amis sighed, sat in the dessert shop and stared out of the glass window for a while.

The earth is really dangerous...

The sky was gloomy, maybe it was really going to change, the afternoon was not over yet, the gloomy sky seemed to be raining, and even the birds on the telegraph poles were gone.

Amis withdrew her gaze, took a bite of the caramel brulee, and began to brush the tablet.

Batman almost saw it just now, but fortunately she ran fast.She didn't even notice when Batman came behind her, and it wouldn't be good if she was mistaken for bullying the boy.

Was it that her luck was not so good since she fell to the earth this time?It’s not enough to find a job, and you can still meet a boss who doesn’t do anything when you sell things.

Speaking of which, she has never been so short-lived, wandering among the stars all year round, Amis has her own savings, and she even bought a small planet near the centaur constellation.

But it can only be said that it was not a coincidence that she did not bring any valuables with her on this journey.Now because the bosses of the previous two jobs had problems, let alone repairing the spaceship, she might have to think about how to sleep at night without any income.

'Hire a psychiatrist with a high salary'.

Accidentally swiping into a job-hunting forum in Gotham, Amis saw a post with high pay and high click count, but never saw an increase in the number of applicants.

The person who issued the task was a psychological consultant. Due to hospital scheduling, he was sent to Arkham Asylum to work as a psychologist for a week.The psychological counselor said that he was sick, and would like to double his hourly wages, and wanted to hire a substitute, as long as the other party was a psychologist, a doctor would be fine too.

It's a coincidence, isn't it, she knows a little about medicine and psychology, but unfortunately, these are learned temporarily in Hydra, and she doesn't have a qualification certificate.But things like qualification certificates...

The work content is not complicated, as long as he can complete three hours of psychological counseling work in the mental hospital every day.

Isn't that easy?The hourly salary is not low, why no one goes?

The number of replies has also been increasing, click in and swipe down, and everyone is scolding the host paratroopers.

……why is that?

What's wrong with that mental hospital?

Maybe it's because this job hunting website is not a serious website. She saw a post just now about buying someone's leg with a lot of money, but she couldn't find it when she checked again, and the administrator should have cleared it up.

Bite the edge of the tin foil shell.

After hesitating, Amis decided to ask about the situation.

After all... If it is true, the hourly salary can be a hundred knives.

It's not bad to have a part-time job, at least in a place like a mental hospital, where there is no competition with the world, you should not encounter the guardians of the earth so frequently.

If the other party was fishing... then she shouldn't be the one who suffers the most.

"Miss Soos, are you really willing to come!!"

I contacted the task issuer, and the other party was so emotional that he replied almost instantly. When Amis asked about the required practice certificate, the other party didn't need to bother to say anything, and he would prepare for it.

Amis always felt that there was nothing wrong with this, but after hearing her professional knowledge, the psychological counselor immediately promised to pay her half of the salary first, and wait for her to come out with the other half.

... What do you mean you can come out and talk again? ?

But against the other party's spirit of paying wages first, Amis decided to go there.

There is not much time for her to prepare, and there will be a psychological consultation in the afternoon.

Amis made hasty preparations, and hurriedly learned about the treatment methods and precautions for anti/social/social/psychopaths.

The only thing I know about Arkham is to glance at the comments on the Internet, and the comments I see are quite concise:

#Dangerous, please stay away#

#Don't get close to the clown, you will become unlucky#

……

The strong smell of rust is mixed with grassy smell and strong and lingering blood.

This was the first feeling Amis had of this place when she stepped into the Arkham Asylum.

It's not that the environment here is so bad. Just from the outside, this madhouse looks like a giant steel cage that has been built in an orderly manner, and some walls and floors have even just been refurbished.

But the gloomy and decaying tone of the whole building does not seem to be as normal as its appearance.

It's not a cold day, and when I walk into the psychotherapy room, I haven't seen the patient yet, just looking at the drowsy blue and cold corridor makes people feel chills down the spine.Are all lunatic asylums like this? Staying in this kind of place for a long time will easily cause psychological problems.

Soon, Amis knew the reason why no one wanted to come. Apart from the depressing working environment, the most important thing was that the mental patients here were a little... unique.

Just like the first patient she saw.

The chubby Oswald (Penguin) in a black tuxedo didn't even look at her when he came in. He sat down on the opposite restraint chair, spread out the newspaper in his hand, and read, "I don't want to waste time on nothing. In matters of meaning, my time is precious, you'd better recognize your own identity."

Amis: "..." Does this mean threatening her?She didn't say anything yet.

Perhaps to protect the doctors, this psychological consultation room is equipped with restraint chairs, and there are guards standing outside the door at all times, but after Oswald came in, no one put a restraint belt on him.

...Maybe because he thinks that his figure, which is a little higher than the table, is not threatening.

Looking through the information in his hand, the patient code-named Penguin has a lot of background. He is considered a giant in Gotham. The reason for his imprisonment was because he poked the tip of an umbrella into the eye of a politician who opposed him.Just judging from the properties he owns in the data, his properties are all over Gotham, and his influence is not small.Fortunately, the sentence lasted for a long time, otherwise if he was allowed to go out, he might really be able to threaten the ordinary people he disliked.

Seriously, does such a person really have a mental illness, and no one thinks that he came here to avoid punishment.

"Mr. Oswald, I hear you..."

Penguin: "Your house will be gone within two days!"

Amis held down her hand stretched out to her pocket with difficulty, and persuaded herself that the other party might not be very smart.

The second patient...

Amis didn't know how to evaluate it.

"Hungry..." Waylon Jones (Crocodile Man), who has crocodile-like scales from head to toe, kept staring at her with cold vertical pupils, "So hungry..."

Sitting there with his huge figure can make people feel a lot of pressure, and this time the restraint chair finally worked.

... To be honest, if it weren't for the restraint belts wrapped around his body and the electric shock collar around his neck, Amis felt that standing in front of him would be the same thing.

Is he atavistic?

Amis: "Mr. Jones, could you please introduce yourself?"

The killer crocodile squinted, showing a row of sharp teeth, and looked at her as if seeing a delicious fish, "Hungry...want to eat people."

Amis: .

Look through the file of this man code-named Killer Crocodile - he really has eaten people!

It doesn't mean anything, except that the psychopaths here are really special.

The third patient was slightly normal.

——If he can get rid of his dark eye circles that look like knocked/taken/ medicine, and the scars all over his body.

Victor Zass.

At least he wasn't unwilling to communicate, or unable to communicate.

But when he spoke, Amis felt something was wrong.

"Every time I kill a person, I will leave a scar on my body." Victor leaned forward, showing her the scars on his arms, "Guess which one you will be number one?"

... No wonder no psychiatrist wants to work here.

Amis already knew how to stop herself from sighing.

Although I heard that mentally ill patients never think they are sick... But this kind of person who neither cooperates with psychological counseling nor listens to the doctor's words at all makes Amis somewhat helpless.

The preparations she made before coming here were useless at all, and none of them could speak properly.The problem shouldn't be her language ability, she thinks she can speak Earth language quite coherently now.

During the rest time, Amis asked the prison guard in a complicated mood: "The patient is not particularly cooperative with the treatment. Is it the same with the counselors in the past? What should I do if the treatment does not progress?"

The prison guard was shocked when he heard it: It is amazing to be able to come out alive!You still want to heal them?I can't even dream of thinking like that!

The last psychiatrist who wanted to treat these guys is now locked up inside!

The prison guard approached her more complicatedly than her face and whispered to her, "As long as you can get out safely..."

"Kaka" the sound of the metal door being pulled.

This time it was a man with green hair and blood red lips who walked in.

Amis doesn't want to comment on a patient's hobbies, but why can he still dye his hair in a mental hospital?And his white clown makeup, no one asked him to clean it up?

Are these prisoners treated so well?

Amis glanced at the documents.

clown.

Looking carefully at the information column of the name, there is no name, only the word clown.

"It's my turn?" The man called the clown sat across from him. He didn't seem to be interested in talking, but he accidentally started the conversation, as if he was easy to talk about, "Oh doctor, we never Where do we start talking?"

Amis thought for a while, "Sir, can I get to know you briefly?"

"Of course, where do we start?" The clown licked his lower lip, the blood-red lip color was unevenly applied, and the black mark at the corner of the mouth was not sure whether it was the effect of makeup or the torn, pale makeup. Against the background, it seems that he has been laughing.

He noticed that her eyes flicked from the corner of his blood red mouth.

"Do you want to know this? In fact, my story is very simple - there is such a family who is not rich or even poor. They live in a house in the industrial sewage outlet of the downtown area. The city they breathe every day The exhaust fumes, the father was drinking too much, and the job in the leather shoe factory was not satisfactory. One day, the father was drunk, and he found that his children never smiled. Why didn’t they laugh? Life was already so sad, so he picked up The knife walked towards his child, and the blade touched the corner of the child's mouth..."

"Then did that child kill his father?" Amis asked back.

"Oh no, my story is not finished yet, that's not how the game is played, you can't tell the ending of the story first. Of course... if you must want to know the answer-you're right, the child endured that fear too much It took a long time, and finally in grief, he solved his father, believe me, he was sad for a long time."

"But Mr. Clown, it says in your file that you came from a circus family and killed your parents when you were a child because you didn't think their jokes were funny."

"Did I ever say that? Well, maybe there was—I don't remember, I thought you doctors would prefer more unfortunate stories," said the Joker nonchalantly.

Amis accepted the gaze of those sour green eyes whose madness and reason seemed to be only a thin line apart without much change in her eyes. No, she shouldn't describe him with reason. She felt that the man in front of her seemed to be filled with blood Like a highly corrosive chemical substance, it can create some danger at any time.

The current calm is only because he hasn't encountered anything interesting for the time being.

Hmm... She was wrong in thinking that there would be normal people in this mental hospital. Every one in this mental hospital is getting sicker than the last.

"How about we talk about you now?" said the Joker. "Why did you come here?"

Amis didn't mind chatting with him at first, but her fingertips passed over the documents under her hand, and her gaze paused.

Before, she thought that the number of people killed by the man named Victor was shocking enough, but after seeing the clown's crimes, she was a little at a loss for what to evaluate.

He has attacked banks, blew up school buses, set fire to cruise ships, and killed countless prison guards in countless escapes...

uncountable.

Nobody fills in the number of people he has killed in that column, as if there is no point in counting that number, and that number will increase all the time.

... Would the laws of the earth allow such a person to live?

"Miss Soos, you, your time is up today." The prison guard opened the door and murmured without coming in. "Do you need to leave now?"

"Oh, I thought our chat was just beginning, will you come next time, I don't like those psychiatrists, but you seem to be more interesting than the previous ones."

"What were you thinking when you were killing people?" Amis ignored his question, "Will that make you feel interesting?"

"Interesting? Why do you think so." The clown shook his head, "Just like you are working hard to deal with people you don't like very much, no matter how boring the work is, you still have to stick to that poor salary until Last minute isn't it?"

He opened his bright red mouth and raised his eyes. This time, those nervous green pupils stood on the verge of madness.

"Killing isn't that fun, but don't you think the chaos of screaming and fear is so much better?"

Amis put away the materials on the table. She thought that she would be able to maintain her peace of mind after meeting people who guessed riddles, played with coins, and mental patients who talked to plants. To the one who is more seriously ill, their mental hospital is really...much more talented.

However, it's not that difficult. As long as there is no requirement for the progress of the treatment, the job will not be impossible.

"boom!--"

Walking in the prison's cold corridor with a strong metal atmosphere, and following the prison guards through the area where the prisoners were held, Amis suddenly heard a gunshot.

Someone was running in the corridor, and when the prisoners who were locked up heard the sound of chasing and fleeing, they all squeezed to the door of their respective cells and became excited as if they were waiting for some interesting program.

Shooting in the prison, Amis immediately thought it was a prisoner escaping, but she felt something was wrong, because there were no prison guards chasing the prisoner while shouting and laughing.

The fleeing footsteps quickly approached the area where they were, and there was another suppressed gunshot, and Amis saw a bloody figure collapsed at the end of the corridor.

That's a boy.

A young man whose blood color and prison uniform blended together, like a cornered beast.

His lips are pale, his body is full of bruises, and a letter J pressed with a branding iron can be clearly seen on his cheek, but his slightly long black hair can't hide his pair of sharp, wolf-like pupils. He dragged his bleeding right leg Still trying to get up.

The prisoners were slapping on the cell door and yelling, "Hurry up, little bird. Some even wanted to stretch out their arms to grab him, and the pursuers who were chasing him for fun had already reached a few steps behind him.

unwilling.

Those strong eyes that didn't dare to relax a little bit finally showed a crack when they noticed Amis and the others standing in front of them.

But not because of seeing hope.

— is despair.

Those prison guards will not let him leave here, they will act as if they don't know his existence in this prison, and they will even leave faster and lock the door of this passage.

No one wants to fight against the clown, and no one dares to let the clown's toys go.

He has already escaped here, he is about to escape, and if he is a little bit closer, he will be able to escape...

Do you want to...

"Help me..." A broken and hoarse voice escaped from his throat uncontrollably.

As soon as he said this, Jason bit the back of his hand viciously, preventing that desperate sob from overflowing from his blood-stained hands again.

Swallow it back.

Don't call for help, don't make a sound.

No one will come, no one will come, no one will save you.

His body, which was on the verge of mental and physical collapse, knelt down on the ground, and the sound of footsteps behind him approached him step by step.

But...if it's possible, if it's possible...

"Okay."

It seemed to be an illusion, and Jason wasn't sure if he had an auditory hallucination.

But he felt as if he really heard someone responding to him, someone walking towards him.

Lifting his gaze with difficulty, he saw a light gray pupil looking at him.

When the numb pain began to clamor again, a gentle palm held his blood-stained hand.

"I'll take you out of here."