Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Although people always regard Arkham Mental Hospital as a taboo place, this hospital is actually far from the dirty, weird and dilapidated people imagine.

Arkham Mental Hospital is not only a frequent visitor of various villains who are regarded as mental patients, but also detains many ordinary and less threatening mental patients.

They have lived in this hospital for many years, harmless and safe—seriously, as real mentally ill patients, when the villains in Arkham escape collectively, the safety index of these patients is higher than that of ordinary people too much.

As long as they can stay in their wards, the villains who are eager to escape from Arkham have no time to kill some psychopaths for fun or to vent their anger.

Except for clowns.

The structure of Arkham has undergone countless reconstructions and reconstructions, and it has become completely different from the original architectural drawing. Even the architect who designed it and contributed to its completion may not be able to handle the complicated environment inside the hospital.

Fortunately, Barbara had given Laura a map in advance, and also told her how to enter the mental hospital silently——

"The security guards have passes for every corridor. Just get their pass and make sure they can send a report every hour to indicate that there is nothing abnormal. You go get the pass, and I will forge their report."

Relying on her fast enough speed, Luo La got the passes directly from the patrolling security guards, and then threw them into the safe bushes.

Although she unilaterally stopped the contact, Barbara should not break her promise.

After all, Laura thought confidently, they didn't include the need to keep in touch at all times in their verbal agreement.

"Although Arkham used to use very complicated verification measures, it was soon banned because of the clown's escape again. No matter how complicated the verification method is, the clown can find a chance to escape. The complicated verification method can not only delay the news It's useless outside of rumors."

So she only needs to get a pass, and the promenade pass is universal.

"But the range of activities of the security guards is limited to the safe area, that is, near the wards of ordinary mentally ill patients. To enter the special wards, you have to find a way to get a psychiatrist to voluntarily assist you in your actions-a show of force is enough, It doesn't matter which one you choose, the doctors who served at Arkham and never died are very interesting."

Lola found the room that belonged to the doctor.She thought they all clocked in to work, but she didn't expect that they all lived in this mental hospital.

No matter who proposed this system, it is too devastating for the minds of psychiatrists.

However, a psychiatrist who can always provide psychological counseling for crazy villains in this place may not be regarded as normal.

No matter how normal people are, they will be made abnormal.

Although she knew that it was impossible for these ordinary people to hear her voice, Laura habitually tiptoed and randomly selected a room.

These psychiatrists' rooms don't even have an electronic lock.

But Lola didn't deliberately break the lock.She took out the pen that Barbara gave her, opened the door and stepped in, stood beside the psychiatrist's bed, and turned on the flashlight to dazzle his eyes.

Changes in the doctor's breathing and heartbeat indicated that he was awake.

He didn't open his eyes at first, and Laura turned off the flashlight thoughtfully. The doctor's eyeballs rolled around a few times under the eyelids, and finally opened slowly, facing Laura directly.

"Hi," Laura said.

The doctor is an unremarkable middle-aged man. After confirming the location of Lola, he quickly got up from the bed, changed out of his pajamas, put on a white coat, and led the way without waiting for Lolado to say anything. Come.

——Are you so sensible?

——and it's completely normal.

Although she learned about the general situation of these psychiatrists from Barbara, Laura was still surprised by the doctor's unhesitating appearance.

How easy it is to escape from Arkham Asylum...isn't that too much?

No, this can no longer be described as excessive.

If Arkham's existing system is so easily hacked, this whole sanitarium in name, prison in essence, is simply boring.

And if Arkham is not so easy to be invaded... Laura suddenly remembered that Lex had only visited Gotham not long ago.

He said he was here to discuss business.

After witnessing him discussing business with the Penguin, Laura could not believe that he was here to discuss legitimate business.

He thought about it, and tentatively asked the doctor, "What did Mr. Luthor say?"

"He didn't say anything." The doctor replied, brushing his face smoothly and quickly, leading Luo La into the high-risk area.

Before entering the elevator, he quickly opened the password disk outside the elevator, and quickly pressed a few numbers. Laura watched helplessly. Fortunately, after he pressed these numbers, the camera in the elevator flickered and lost its function.

The doctor stood at the door: "Go in quickly. The monitoring will only be invalid for 10 minutes."

Laura said, "Do you know what the hell I'm here for?"

"He's on the second basement," said the doctor, with an involuntary twitch in his cheek that Laura recognized as fear. "You have ten minutes before anyone will find you."

"Including Batman?"

"Yes," said the doctor.

Lola noticed that the doctor didn't show much other emotion when referring to Batman.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and Lola waited for it to slowly sink, genuinely beginning to wonder what Lex had planned.

Lex's help to the Joker is not too difficult to guess, it is nothing more than helping him escape from Arkham or something.

But what is the Joker going to do for Lex?

What exactly was involved in their deal?

A sense of danger climbed up Lola's spine to her celestial cap, and she felt as if she had run headlong into Lex's plot, but the worst feeling was not that she was in the plot, but that the trap was entirely She stepped in willingly.

It made Lola unhappy to be expected to know exactly what her next move would be.

But... still so happy.

A very weird, "he still understands me" mood, Laura didn't know how to describe it specifically, anyway, she wasn't really angry, if she had to say it, there was a little bit of Lex following her thoughts The pavement plan is smug.

"Ding--"

The elevator issued a crisp reminder sound, a bit like the sound that an oven will make after the scheduled task is completed, especially when the elevator door is still slowly opened in front of Lola, making Lola feel like she is baked in the oven just right, The illusion of a meal that is about to be served.

She stepped out of the elevator, and the elevator door was facing an empty long corridor, which was extremely brightly illuminated by pale lights.

At the end of the long corridor, a heavy iron door was tightly closed. Just looking at it like this, one could feel that the person imprisoned behind the door was a ferocious giant beast.

But there is no lead in this iron door.

So when Laura walked over, she could easily see the scene behind the door: in a room that was furnished reasonably, a tall and slender figure sat quietly at the table, playing a game of flops contentedly.

Lola was a little surprised, she found that the clown's face was painted with exaggerated heavy makeup.

——Can you wear heavy makeup even if you are locked up in a mental hospital?The treatment is also ridiculously good, right?

—Forget it, anyway, it’s Gotham where nothing strange happens.

Laura briskly walked over and pushed open the heavy iron door.

The clown fiddled with the cards without looking up: "Be careful, be careful," he murmured in a vague, undulating tone that would make the audience feel creepy, "the wind will blow my cards . . . to be seen There is no need to play with it."

"It's so late," Laura said, "you're still up."

Her voice matched her face very well, but when she didn't deliberately show it, it was inevitable that she would lose a little bit of momentum, sounding surprisingly delicate and immature.

However, this kind of contrast can also increase the momentum in many cases.

Scenes like the scariest classics in horror movies, in which a child who smiles innocently at you one moment and draws a knife sullenly the next – scenes like this are definitely on the list.

Joker is attracted by Lola's voice.He temporarily put down the cards in his hand, looked up, and then raised his brows strangely.

"Oh, oh, oh," he murmured, watching with interest as Laura came across the table, "It's you."

"You haven't met me before, so don't act like you know me very well," Laura said.

After reading the cards on the table, she raised her head and looked at the clown pretendingly. After a few seconds, she commented: "The oil paint you use is too heavy, it hurts the skin-you are trying to cover the bags under the eyes and the skin." Do you use such a heavy oil paint for dark circles?"

"I wear clown makeup because I'm a clown." The clown laughed, which sounded quite normal. "Isn't my behavior enough to prove that I'm a clown? How-how-- Trying to please my audience."

His tone of speech was slurred and cadenced, but no matter how he spoke, he always spoke with great emotion.

And ridiculous.Emotional and downright absurd.

"Although I know that I should hold you up or laugh at you at this time..." Laura coughed a little awkwardly, "but I don't know much about you. I just read your Wikipedia."

She paused, then quickly added: "But don't worry, I read Wikipedia from beginning to end."

So she barely understood the clown.

The clown was silent for a moment because of Laura's fascination, but he quickly grinned: "Look at you," he stared excitedly at Laura's face, "Look at you..." he mumbled, " Such a kind face. I must have seen you somewhere."

"The one you've seen is Rebecca." Laura interrupted the clown's thinking, "It's not me."

"Rebecca!" The clown became excited. He threw the cards on the table behind his head. He shook his body eagerly like a child seeing a toy he couldn't put it down, "Of course! Of course! Of course I remember her! I One of the best hostages ever, and one of the most comically gifted! Ah," he clicked his tongue intoxicated, "she piqued my interest in parallel worlds...although only a little bit."

"After all, my dear little bat is still in this world," he said, "how can the parallel world be more interesting than mine?"

Bats are fun, Lola nodded approvingly.

But the point of her coming here today is not the bat, but another person.

Someone she'd always been curious about, but never tried to get close to.

Rebecca.

It's been a name throughout her life, and while Lola is grateful that her parallel self helped her wake up, help her be herself...but it's hard to avoid sometimes because, anyway, Rebe There are too many restrictions that Ka has set for her.

And until now, she has not been able to clearly remember the details related to the keyword "parallel world".

However, she could feel that she had deliberately learned about the parallel world before, and now she could still remember what the definition of "parallel world" was, which was much better than the state where her mind was empty at the beginning.

In this way, the memory shackles placed in her mind are indeed slowly being released.

"I should really kill you." Laura said suddenly, she stared thoughtfully at the clown, "What do you think?"

"You're not the first to think so..."

Laura, already lost in her own head, interrupted the clown and said, "You know what, I have a very funny joke here, about clowns. I tried searching the internet, but couldn't find it The source of the joke. This joke should come from a parallel world."

"A joke from a parallel world." The clown immediately forgot what he wanted to say just now, and clapped his hands, "Welcome, welcome!"

"A clown joke," said Lola, "let me see..."

She recalled the looming voice in her mind, and imitated the other party's tone and said:

"A man went to the doctor and said he was depressed, that life seemed unforgiving and cruel, that he felt alone in this threatening world. The doctor said the cure was simple, 'The Great Clown Pagliacci Come on, go see him play. He'll cheer you up.'”

"Is that so?" The clown asked in frustration, "That's it?"

"Be quiet," said Lola irritably. "I'm having a hard time remembering the details of this joke—do you think 'Pagliacci' is an easy name?"

The clown licked his lips and teeth and made a funny face.

Lola thought he was so cute, so she laughed too, showing a pair of small fangs.

Those memories and that voice became clearer, and she continued:

"The man burst into tears. 'But Doctor,' said he, 'I am Pagliacci the Clown!'"

At the end, Laura couldn't help making a smiling face—it was a completely whim-like move, and even she herself didn't understand why she did it suddenly.

But she felt that if Pagliacci said "I am Pagliacci the Clown", he would make such a face.

The crying face of a clown.

With the funny make-up on his face, the antics of his body, he's so funny that when he cries so badly, everyone still laughs at his sadness.

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