[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

fear.

Jason stared at the person in front of him with red eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled. He didn't even think that when he heard that soft voice responding to him, the first thing that came to his mind was not hope, but It's trembling.

No, don't trust her...

Don't trust her...

It's a trap.This must be another clown's trap.

It's been too many times, it's been too many times... Every time he thought he had caught a little hope, only to find out in the end that it was another designed despair.

Jason's body trembled uncontrollably, it was from the deepest unstoppable fear in his heart.

Since he was imprisoned in Arkham, the clown has never tired of every game that can play him, and he likes to see his despair over and over again.

How long has it been forgotten, the memory is about to be confused, and time seems to have lost its meaning.

He was imprisoned in the cold, dark underground of Arkham. Day after day, what awaited him was endless torture. His wounds never healed, and the pain would be branded into his bones.

Jason Todd, the second-generation Robin, everyone thought that this kid died in the process of chasing the clown, even his mentor and his adoptive father sealed his battle suit, but no one knew, Aka In a certain corner of the deep prison of Mu, there is a teenager who is covered in bruises and is still struggling to breathe every night.

The forehead hair was gently brushed away. This time, he saw the girl in front of him more clearly, and also noticed that her gaze fell on his right cheek.

"Who did this to you?" he heard her ask.

The muscles on Jason's face jumped, and the corners of his upturned mouth moved, almost tearing the old scab on his face again, because of the smile in his chest, because of the anger in his chest.The corners of his eyes were sore, and the question almost brought tears to his eyes.If it wasn't for the deformed bones of the chest cavity piercing his lungs every time he took a heavy breath, he thought he would have laughed out loud.

It's like this again, it's another game of clowns, isn't it!

She can pretend to be an innocent passerby next time.

Who did this to him! ? —everyone here!

Look at the expressions of the prison guards behind you, go ask them!See what they will answer you!

Why did he really believe that she wanted to save her?

There was no such thing as pity in those eyes!

No empathy, no extra emotion.

Maybe after he finished talking about his experience, she would put away her indifference and put on a bit of sympathy and anger, and she would tell him that no matter what the price was, she would help him escape.When he believed her words, when he had a glimmer of hope that he would be saved, then what would usher in would be, would be...

Jason clenched the hand under his palm tightly until he could feel red marks on the white palm.

Don't provoke, shouldn't you know that provocation is the most meaningless, and you will be satisfied after another beating that makes you unable to close your eyes at night?Put away your meaningless actions, and give yourself some strength to grit your teeth and swallow for mercy.

Jason had been watching the reaction of the girl who looked like a doctor, and he thought it wouldn't be surprising if she took off her disguise and taught him a lesson because of his provocation.But what he didn't expect was that when he finally let go of his hand, she lightly held his palm again.

Not angry?The young man with vigilant eyes looked coldly at the person who held his hand in front of him. He didn't know when the people in Arkham would have such a good temper.

He even heard her words again that made him want to laugh.

The voice was very soft, "You bit yourself too hard just now, does it hurt, how about I take you to see a doctor?"

Jason wanted to laugh at her stupidity, but he couldn't open his jaw the whole time.

He thought he could accept no matter how cruel the reality was, but there still seemed to be a faint hope in his heart.

He didn't want to admit it... He didn't want to admit it at all. When he heard her say that he was going to take him to see a doctor, his heart seemed to be hit by some blunt object for no reason. It's like being able to escape from here.

Does it hurt?It still hurts, so I never forgot to run away.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would be more unable to resist asking her for help than trying to maintain his composure.

Help me, I can do whatever you want me to do.

get me out of here...

"Miss Soos, you can't stay here anymore, let's go." The prison guards retreated, almost retreating to the blockade of the promenade, they looked at the men of the clowns walking over with guns, "If you now If you don’t leave, you have no chance to leave.”

Amis glanced at the hunter who was walking towards them step by step with a gun in his hand, and then looked back at the prison guards, "This is a prison for adults. This child is not yet of age. Why is he here?"

The hunters dressed as clowns laughed mockingly while holding the guns, and the prisoners in the surrounding prisons also started booing.

The answer to Amis was the slammed blockade. The prison guards locked the passage hastily, and the person disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten one thing..." Amis looked at the bleeding from the boy's bullet-shot leg.

Jason's breath froze briefly at her words, but he noticed that she was bending over beside him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that I know a little about healing. I'll stop the bleeding for you first."

There seemed to be a burst of thick blood between the teeth, and Jason realized that he had just bitten his mouth.

After realizing it, he felt that he was a little ridiculous. Didn't he say that he didn't believe her? Then why was he so nervous when she said that apology?Afraid of her leaving?Afraid of being left behind like this again?

thump, thump—

The footsteps of leather shoes buckled on the ground approached, and the subordinates in the corridor retreated to the sides after hearing the familiar footsteps.

"Do you know why he became like this?" The clown's dangerous and cruel voice seemed to be white/white/whitewashed, "Because this little bird is a bad boy, he is always causing trouble for his uncle clown, no Well-behaved children will be punished, now do you know what will happen if you mess with other people's toys?"

Jason closed his eyes, and he forced himself to suppress the trembling in his body, but every inch of his bones seemed to be corroded and intensified by the sharp sound, and his physical strength seemed to be coming to an end.

He looked at Amis and said hoarsely, "Get out of here."

Get out of here, I believe you really want to help me, but it doesn't make sense, he can't escape.If you still have the chance, you...

"Don't be afraid, I said I will take you out, and no one will hurt you again."

No one can hurt you anymore...

Jason looked at her without moving his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a word out of his mouth.

The hand smaller than his palm touched his head.

There is one strange thing he needs to admit, the voice of this doctor-looking girl is not calm, but every time she speaks to him, he feels that there is only her in front of him, those laughter, those cursing, those threats, those verbal abuse, The movements around him that hadn't stopped for a moment seemed to be far away from him, and could no longer pierce his ears...

Consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy.

Don't lie to me, I don't want to experience despair again...

but……

Lie to me, I have nothing left...

Before losing consciousness completely, a warm temperature hugged him into his arms.

In the cell, the bald-headed Victor stretched out his hand and waved it, "Hey, what day is it today, how long will it be my turn to pluck our little bird's claw?"

That man was a murderer that Amis had met not long ago and would carve scars on her body.

"Today is Wednesday," said the calendar man, "you have to wait, but tomorrow it will be my turn."

Amis's cold gray pupils flicked across the prisoners who were smiling at them, and she took a deep breath amidst those words that did not utter any malice.

At this moment, she didn't dare to hold the boy in her arms tightly.

Because... She is no longer sure how much strength is right.

"You all know." They know that this prison is holding a child who doesn't belong here. They know that he is hurting.

"Oh, of course they do, and they're grateful for the toys I brought them so that when they can't take it out on the bat, they can at least hear his little bird scream."

Usually, when making a judgment on a matter, Amis would first let herself understand the whole picture of the matter, which would make it easier for her to stand on the side of 'order'.

But order?Does this place exist?

If Amis is handy now, what she wants to do the most is to smash the teeth of that clown so he can stop talking. She didn’t feel that strongly before, but now she just feels like hearing that voice speaking It's worse than eating space junk.

Holding the boy in her arms, Amis realized that his injury was much more serious than it looked. Touching his back, the bones seemed to be deformed to a certain extent.The gunshot wound on his leg only underwent simple hemostasis, and he needed to be taken to treatment as soon as possible.

Behind Amis, the scarecrow close to the closed cell was trying to find a way to catch the cell key dropped by the prison guard.

The clown walked up to Amis, "Although it's a bit late now, you still haven't decided whether to let go of my little bird, have you? I assure you, I like you a little bit, doctor, but just now, I remembered an interesting thing," the blood-red lips raised a strange arc, "-cut your neck, and when our little bird wakes up, how about giving it as a surprise for him!

"No, I've made up my mind," said Amis.Think about what to do with people like you.

As her voice fell, the clown heard the sound of a bullet being loaded from behind him.

"Oh no..." He raised his eyebrows, he killed the girl now before he gave them the order.

But when he turned his head, he saw the gun in his subordinate's hand aimed at him.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

I don't know who made the first laugh. At first, some people wanted to tell whose voice it was.But maybe they haven't figured out where everything is going wrong, and the next person to let out an excited laugh is themselves.

The cell doors opened one by one.

The chaotic shadows collided together, laughter, gunshots, fighting... The noise was harsh, and blood was constantly splashed on the gloomy wall.

The narrow corridors seem to have been thrown into a blender.

Excitement, joy, restlessness... No one can say what they want, no one can describe their mood.

Then, let's do something you like...

The killer crocodile grabbed the pig-faced professor beside him...

On the other side of the blockade where no one was paying attention, Amis put away her multi-dimensional vision jammer.

She still has a few days of work here, so don't be so anxious.

Patients, enjoy your evening first.