[Comprehensive] Shikigami made me a villain

Jonathan looked at the girl in front of him curiously.

Her dress is really strange, the girl wears double ponytails, her long dark blue hair hangs down to her ankles, her big eyes have a round face, she wears clogs on stilts, and holds a scarecrow with nails in her right hand , holding a gavel in his left hand.

Jonathan helped his eyes with one hand, put on his official gentle smile, bent down and said softly to the ugly girl: "Little friend, how did you get in here?"

Jonathan was wearing a doctor's white coat and a pair of glasses, exuding a gentle aura all over his body. At first glance, one would think he was an easy-going angel in white.

However, he has a frightening nickname - Scarecrow.

Everyone only sees their gentle and elegant shell, but not their rotten inner self.

Who would have thought that Gotham's famous doctor of psychology would be a lunatic who likes to torture people?This is too ironic.

He never refuses the prey that comes to his door. Poor cute little girl, this sweet smile can't last longer. He wants to see people screaming out of fear, that distorted His face made him happy.

"Come with me, I'll take you home." Jonathan held out his hand.

The way he looked at the ugly girl was like looking at a prey.He didn't think a child could escape from the Arkham Asylum. As for who sent her in, he only needed to interrogate her later, and he would naturally know the answer.

Seeing Jonathan's outstretched hand, her mouth split open, revealing a distorted smile, and let out a maddening laugh: "Hee hee hee."

Jonathan frowned. He didn't understand why the little girl wasn't afraid of this place at all.

This is the famous Arkham Asylum, a gathering place for lunatics, a hell of fear and evil. As long as ordinary children stand outside the door and hear the shrill screams inside, they will be frightened and cry.

But she was not afraid of anything, and even smiled and handed her soft little hand to her.

Jonathan showed a cruel smile. This child may not be too easy to deceive, and she looks so well-behaved. I really hope to see the expression of fear on her face.

It must be cute to look so delicate and frantically struggling, Jonathan thought to himself.

"What's your name?" Jonathan asked gently.

"The daughter of ugly time." She always smiled when she spoke, as if she had encountered something interesting.

Jonathan took out his briefcase and pulled out a scarecrow headgear from it.

This is actually a breathing isolation device, in order to protect yourself from inhaling toxic gases.

After wearing the scarecrow mask, he is no longer the gentle doctor, but the scarecrow, the devil of Arkham Asylum.

A poisonous psychotoxin will be released from the briefcase, causing people to hallucinate and lead to madness. People who see themselves wearing hoods will be frightened to the point of tearing their livers apart.

He does this kind of thing almost every day, so he is very skilled.

Jonathan said to the ugly girl: "I see you are holding a scarecrow. You must like scarecrows very much, right? But do you know that scarecrows also have a scary side."

While putting on his scarecrow mask, Jonathan picked up his device for releasing poisonous gas, and stroked the back of Ugly Time Girl's head with his right hand soothingly: "Let's play a game."

In an instant, the white mist pierced the ugly girl's face.

But something unexpected happened, the ugly girl did not dodge, she stood motionless, she didn't seem to take the poisonous gas seriously at all, and she laughed happily: "Hahahaha, hehe laugh."

When the fog cleared, she still looked at Jonathan with a smile, and let out a terrifying laugh: "Hee hee hee, okay~ Let's play a game, hahahahahaha."

Accompanied by maniacal laughter, the ugly girl threw out the scarecrow in her hand.

A silver thread slipped into Jonathan's heart.

Jonathan stretched out his hand to block it, but he couldn't figure out why this person wasn't affected by the poisonous gas of his fear at all. The poisonous gas spewed out unexpectedly, and as long as it got a little bit contaminated, he would fall into madness and have very terrible hallucinations.

If she inhales too much poisonous gas, she will damage her nerves and become a complete madman. Unless she can't breathe, it is impossible not to be affected.

Jonathan saw that the silver thread was like a living thing, wriggling into his body, and fell to the ground with his ass in fright. He frantically pulled it with his hands, but he couldn't touch anything.

Everything happened so fast, before he could react, the ugly girl gave a strange laugh, picked up her scarecrow and ran out of the gate.

Jonathan sat on the ground and frantically took out the antidote for the fear mist from his pocket. He thought he had accidentally inhaled the mist and had hallucinations.

He picked up the syringe and stabbed it into his thigh fiercely, injecting all the liquid in the syringe into his body.

Jonathan touched the position of his chest, still feeling a little uncomfortable.He quickly opened his shirt, exposing his chest, and saw that at some point, there was a white mark on his chest, as if there was an invisible silk thread connected to another place.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and called the guard: "A little girl ran out, so I asked Master to look around and catch her. Near here."

After ordering everything, Jonathan stood up softly from the ground.

Maybe it was his own illusion, he always felt that there was a pair of invisible hands embracing him from behind, and there was a warm beating from behind him, and something stretched out from his armpit, firmly fixed on his chest .

Feel like a doll being held.

Jonathan leaned his back against the wall, trying to make that feeling go away, and after confirming that no one was holding him from behind, his breathing became a little more stable.

He firmly believed that this must be his hallucination, most likely the sequelae left by the drug, or an illusion caused by the extreme mental tension.

There will be no ghosts in the world.

As a doctor of psychology, he is convinced of this.

Therefore, there will be no invisible things holding themselves.

However, in the next second, he widened his eyes because he felt that the hands holding him were constantly moving up.

The small hand that was originally held under his armpit gradually stroked upwards, passed over his chest, and stopped his throat, and continued to go up, up...

With his own breathing rate, he slowly moved upwards, and gently pinched his chin.

That cold touch is definitely not an illusion.

He could even clearly feel every knuckle of her fingers, and feel the goosebumps from her soft, boneless hands brushing against his skin, which made the pores all over his body open and the hairs stand on end.

The sharp nails lightly touched his throat, and he could cut his neck with just a little force.

Jonathan leaned his back against the wall, swallowed hard, sweated profusely, raised his head desperately, and leaned back crazily, hoping to get rid of that invisible hand.

Jonathan's mind is considered to be a very tenacious person. He knew that his current mental condition was very unstable. To put it bluntly, he was frightened. His thinking in analyzing things became extremely slow, so he gave up thinking and ran quickly. into his own laboratory.

"Doctor Jonathan?" His assistant was a little surprised when he saw Jonathan rushing in. He still looked as embarrassed as he had seen the doctor the first time, and there seemed to be something chasing him behind him.

"Doctor Jonathan, are you okay?" The assistant went up to help him, because the doctor's condition looked very bad, his face was sweating slightly, his breathing was short of breath, and he stumbled in.

Jonathan waved his assistant away and said tremblingly, "Give me a blood test and a complete set of mental tests." He had to make sure he wasn't affected by hallucinations.

Although the assistant looked confused, seeing the boss's appearance, he obediently took Jonathan's blood for a test.

The Arkham Asylum is fully equipped, and both of them are familiar with it. With Jonathan's cooperation, the test results came out very quickly.

"Doctor, congratulations, you are completely fine." The assistant happily handed Jonathan a copy of the examination report.

"Congratulations?" Jonathan smiled wryly.

He felt terrible only when there was no problem, because it showed that those were not his hallucinations, they were real.

Jonathan touched his stomach and then his neck, the feeling of being hugged still existed, like a maggot attached to the bone, like a shadow.

Assistant: "Doctor? You don't look very well today. Do you want to do a mental examination for that adult tomorrow? How about I submit an application for leave to the judge for you."

Jonathan said in a trance: "No, no, I have to go tomorrow. I'm fine. Let me tell you to find someone in Arkham."

Assistant: "Who?"

Jonathan: "A little girl, go to the guard room later, call out the surveillance, everyone is looking for her, we must find her as soon as possible."

As Jonathan said, he tidied up his messy shirt, buttoned the shirt to the top, and made sure that no one would notice his discomfort. Then he wiped off the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He walked out of the laboratory pretending to be calm, and went home in a daze.

When Jonathan returned home, he fell headlong into the soft bed without even taking off his clothes. He took off his clothes and stuffed himself under the quilt, only then did he feel a sense of security.

But just as he closed his eyes and was about to rest, that strong feeling surged up again.

Someone was pulling his hands, pinching his face with cold little hands, patting his head again, touching his chest for a while, pulling his feet for a while, even some strange parts were not spared.

I am like a puppet that can be played with by others, kneading it casually in other people's hands.

After rolling wildly on the bed for more than half an hour, Jonathan, who still couldn't fall asleep, sat up with red eyes.

The author has something to say: la la la (~￣▽￣) found a cute scarecrow for Harley Quinn~

Daughter of Ugly Times: Sucking~

Thanks to Miaoji and Ji Yuehua for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution, mua~