[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

Before going out, Amis had already considered it. She would go to the psychiatrist who announced her job to settle the salary, and then go to the pharmacy and come back.

But when I went downstairs and walked, the direction changed somehow to the direction of Arkham Asylum.

...Forget it, anyway, I need to see how the patients in Arkham affected by the visual device are doing.

When she came out of Arkham with the boy named Jason, Amis had already tried her best to regulate the injustice she felt when she saw the boy being treated.

But the moment she touched Jason just now, despair, fear... the experiences she felt together seemed to leave a trace in her spirit.There seemed to be a lump of undigested stuffy gas in her chest, which made her very uncomfortable.

Amis knew what it felt like, angry.

She wasn't entirely immune to the emotion, but she rarely let it take over.Normally, the negative emotions of human beings will not be overly obvious on her. On the one hand, she cannot empathize well with some bad things. On the other hand, if she lets her negative emotions go, she is worried She couldn't control herself.

Don't be angry, bad things will happen when you are angry...

If you want to be angry, why can't you be angry! ...Hasn't that lunatic hurt enough people? Why is he ignored? Is it okay to treat a child like that just because of fun or revenge.Putting it on some planets in the galaxy with strict laws and regulations, harming so many lives can't justify him.

That child is already working so hard to survive!What kind of psychology does that lunatic want to destroy him?Can the things he did be forgiven with a judgment of insanity!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she almost thought that she was also affected by the visual jammer just now.

Worse, she knew the anger was her own, not the child's.

The dark atmosphere of Arkham Asylum at night is even heavier.

When Amis left, in order to prevent the insane patients from doing things beyond the control of the prison guards, the time to activate the visual device was not too long.

But I don't know what to say about these prisoners in the Arkham Asylum. Each of them still has high combat effectiveness, or their luck value is quite high. Blood splattered all over the corridors, but there were not many empty cells.

Prison guards were busy working overtime to clean up the mess.

In his cell, Penguin was arranging his nearly broken black umbrella and combing his messy hair.At this time, he saw a somewhat familiar white figure passing by his door.

Penguin:!

Wouldn't the prison guards care about such an outsider entering Arkham?

Penguin: "Are you all blind just now!"

The prison guards had to clean up the mess created by this group of prisoners at such a late hour, even if Oswald's words in prison usually had some weight, no one wanted to talk to him at the moment.

Instead, the Riddler on the opposite side asked impatiently, "What's your name?"

The Penguin was blocked by the question.

He just wanted to say that no one saw the doctor who took the Robin bird back, but when the clown asked the doctor to hand over the bird, everyone went crazy for some reason, and blew up his gun with the clown. Like a gas bomb—it was like something a clown would do, it didn't matter if she took the boy or not.

And aside from the madman she had the guts to provoke the clown, her identity was Arkham's psychiatrist, and it wasn't completely unreasonable to appear in the corridor, and it was as if he was making a fuss if she kept asking.

No... There was still something weird, but he couldn't tell.

Did he see the hell, why was he the only one who saw it and no one else saw it?

The Penguin looked at the end of the corridor where no one was there long ago, forget it, let it be his eyesight...

Amis used a simple mirror device to go around Arkham, but she didn't see the clown.

There was no corner, not even the crazy shadow in the special cell area where he was supposed to be.Soon, she heard an answer from the dean's office with the lights on—the clown escaped from prison.

prison Break?How did he manage to escape from the lunatic asylum where the defense force was not too weak?

When she went out, she paid special attention to every passage in Arkham, and almost thought of reinforcing some blockades on the spot, but the defense system of every node in the prison seemed to have been strictly designed, which was beyond her imagination. As weak as the medium, she thought it would be no problem to trap the prisoners.

Hmm... When she comes to work later, she can spend some time figuring out where the prison's defenses are.

Suppress the anger in my heart.

The clown has run away now, and he doesn't know where to look for it. It's impossible for him to escape and show off so that everyone knows where he is.

The dean of Arkham seems to be contacting someone, besides the police, he seems to have mentioned Batman's name.

Will the guardian of the earth come forward...

Gotham, yes, Batman seems to be operating in this city.Just like Superman is always the most easily mentioned name in Metropolis, Batman's name is always inseparable from Gotham.

He casually knocked out a prisoner who had become a prison guard, and threw him back into prison.

She still has children to take care of when she goes back, and work to do tomorrow, so she can't spend the whole night outside.

The guardian of the earth is the defender of Gotham. He should know how to deal with the clown. Even if the clown is sent back to Arkham, it will be a matter of time before we see him again.

Amis was carrying the medicine in one hand, and the nutritious meal she had just bought in the other. On the way back to the apartment, she had already suppressed the depression in her chest.

...until she saw the smiling face of the clown on the advertising screen on the street and the live broadcast.

...is it a coincidence that this is not the case.

He is so ostentatious.

……

From time to time, the gloomy chemical industry echoed a burst of pleasant whistle tunes.

But no one thought the sound was pleasant. The chemical factory workers who were bound in the air by their hands and feet thought it was like a sharp knife that could fall on their heads at any time.

"Oh, it's not that scary, is it?" On the floor where the guardrail was removed, the clown friendly comforted the leader of the workers at his feet who was looking at him pleadingly, "None of us can say exactly, Batman chose to save the side with fewer people, right?"

Above the chemical pool, huge steel chains hang a number of workers on both sides, five or six people on one side, and the other side...

Only one person is enough.

The clown pushed the last hanged worker out, satisfied, and always felt that he should look at the stage set up by him more perfectly every time.

"You can always pray that Batman will come, he will come, he always will come, but guess how he can save you all this time? He keeps repeating the same mistakes, but it's also funny Isn't it the place?"

He sighed and looked across the aisle, "God, why don't I always hate this game? Are you right, Bat?"

But after his words fell, on the opposite side, it was not the Batman he had been expecting for a long time coming out of the depths of darkness, but a slightly familiar white figure.

"Oh Doctor! It's you!" cried the Clown in surprise. "I've been looking for you all night—well, maybe not that long—where did you take my little bird!"

Amis stopped on the passage leading to the steel tripod on the floor where the clown was, and did not rush forward.

She observed the surrounding environment. The tool that the clown used to live broadcast before was thrown aside by him, and it seemed that it had already completed the role of helping him attract attention; she didn't see those people under him. Several hostages were raised, and the button to control the sling was in his hand.

"It's just us, hey, why are you so nervous? Are you here to save people again this time? - Why am I a little surprised that you have such a good heart? I thought you lacked a little bit of sympathy, like you didn't because of sympathy Just took my bird? - Oh, honestly, Doctor, it's probably partly your fault for getting this far, and you should feel guilty - because you took my bird, and I can't No more fun."

Amis looked at the clown on the opposite side, and couldn't help feeling his logic... quite special.

Does the clown have mental problems?Judging from the experience of Amis, a not-so-experienced psychologist, her psychology and behavior are not qualitative, and she can indeed be classified as a mental prisoner.

But from her own point of view, she thinks he is quite normal, at least - doesn't he know how to make fun of himself.

Every word he said was about the boy she had taken away, but he didn't see him come to trouble her at all-maybe part of the reason was that he didn't fully judge her threat.But more reasons, as if the cruel injury he did to a child was just a game in the past tense, and now he just wanted to focus on the new game right now.

"Although I'm waiting for you to be the main character, obviously we're not in such a hurry. How about we play a new game when you snatched my toy earlier? - well, it's a good one to do The choice." He stood on the edge of the floor, shook the controller in his hand to her, and smiled with crimson lips, "You can only choose to save one side, choose the side with more people, and the side with only one person will die , in turn, more people will die... Looking into their eyes, will you blame yourself for not being able to save everyone?"

Before the clown could finish his words, the gagged workers had already wailed desperately, and the side with only one person was left with nothing but despair.

No one wants to be the one to be given up.

Amis looked at those people for a while, then her eyes fell back on the clown.

He waited expectantly for what choice she would make.

What choice will Amis make? ——

It was hard for the naked eye to catch what happened. She had already come behind the clown and kicked him into the chemical pool.

I'm here to beat you up, and I'm not in Arkham anymore, why do I need to listen to you give me psychology lessons?