The Collection of The End

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Gotham, ArkhamAsylum.

This is a huge building resembling a Gothic castle in the deep suburbs of Gotham City.

Although the function of the job is a mental hospital, the surrounding defenses are as tight as the Black Gate Prison that holds felons, because the "mental patients" here are much more dangerous than ordinary criminals.

However, no matter how dangerous the patient is and how tight the defenses are, it is still a mental hospital. If someone proposes to visit the patient, its staff cannot unreasonably refuse.

At this time, a convertible sports car suspected of Ferrari F50 came to the main entrance of the Arkham Asylum.

The reason for saying "suspect" is that although the main color of this car is Ferrari's classic bright red, the other half from the center line is painted black.

"Hello, Miss Kane." The guard came over.

"Hello~Frank~" Cathy Kane, who was still in a red and black dress, shook the card in his hand to him, "I made an appointment to visit Mr. Victor Frith~ this is an appointment card~"

Frank glanced at it, stepped aside and waved to another guard in the guard to open the door of the lunatic asylum: "Please be careful, as that'Batman' gets active, the prisoners here are getting restless."

"It's a patient~" Cathy retracted the appointment card: "I am relieved about Arkham's security level~ what do you think~?"

"I think so too." Frank stepped aside. "Happy, Miss Kane."

Cathy nodded, stopped talking, and drove into the Arkham Asylum.

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After a while, Cathy saw Victor Fries, who was bluish and wearing a bloated gown, in the isolation reception room.

Cathy took the microphone and looked up and down for a while before speaking: "Hello~ [Mr. Frozen]~"

"Sorry, Miss Cathy, I am not targeting the Kane family, but..." Victor paused: "What'Mr. Frozen'?"

"The'Batman' who caught you is now very famous~" Cathy said: "The media with good news has codenamed all the'super villains' caught by him~ and yours The name of'Mr. Frozen' ~ is traced back~"

"What... forget it, it doesn't matter," Victor shook his head inexplicably, "You are here this time to tell me about Nora? I'm ready."

"Although I don't know what you have prepared~ but I did bring Nora~" Cathy looked at Victor: "Are you going to talk to her~?"

"Hey... last words?" Victor sighed deeply: "She must have had a hard time all these years. She has no body and can only interact with others through online images... If it were me, I would probably think too. Just go to sleep, she is under too much pressure...I should have thought of it long ago."

"Huh huh~" Cathy raised her eyebrows in a slightly weird tone: "If this is the conclusion you reached after only half a year of detention~ then you are really a genius~"

"Stop making fun of me, you can tell me what she said last without hesitation." Victor continued to sigh.

"Um~ I really don’t know what she is going to say in the end~ Listen to yourself~" Cathy turned to the camera in the reception room and said, "Activate [Advanced Technology Shield]~"

"...What?" When Victor looked up in a daze, he happened to see Cathy taking out a small device like a coin and putting it on the table.

In the next moment, the "coin" projected a burst of strong blue light outwards, reflecting the entire reception room into a azure blue. Almost at the same time, a man with short hair, gold glasses and a researcher's white coat was worn. The intellectual woman appeared beside Victor.

"Nora!" No matter how excited Victor was, he could confirm that it was just a holographic projection, and he didn't stupidly reach out to grab it.

"[Sorry, Victor,]" Nora’s voice was intermittent: "[I love you, I am willing to accompany you from the'virtual' to the'reality', and I have the confidence to maintain the relationship with you, but I cannot Accept that you are'returning to the virtual', you can only silently watch you work hard for me.]"

"No, no, Nora, you're right... it was all my voluntary." Victor stared at the projection in front of him, clenching his fists.

"..." Cathy looked at this and that, she simply leaned back, raised her arms and started watching the show.

"[Perhaps you don’t know that in the'connection program' copied from the castle, it is impossible to sleep like in the'matrix'. We can only take a break during the short'maintenance' time, usually 24 hours. Stay awake when you are young.]" Nora continued.

"This...no..." Victor seemed to think of something, and his already blue face became even bluer.

"[I really love you, I wish I could see you 24 hours a day, but that’s impossible. You still have your own work and life. You can find time to see me every day. Satisfied,]" Nora looked at Victor affectionately: "[In order to let us special people have something to do, the castle of God has built many games and movies in the connection program, and it also allows us to communicate with each other, you guessed it. Who are they?]"

"Could it be..." Victor's eyes widened, and he tilted his head to look at Cathy, and Cathy nodded slowly.

"[They are people who belong to'Zion' and'Fort of God', who have passed away, their families can meet with them through the'Connect Program',]" Nora replied: "[Like me On the contrary, there are only a small number of patients with'gradual freezing syndrome', but the'connection program' is not overcrowded because of this, guess what?]"

"..." Victor seemed to think of a possibility, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

"[In their social networks, there is a saying:'A person will die three times in his life, when his heart stops beating, his relatives and friends hold a funeral for him, and...the last person who remembers him Forget him,]" Nora changed the subject: "[When those "dead souls" are no longer remembered, they will often ask the castle to shut them down. Of course, some people are addicted to the game. It has survived until now, and she has so many out-of-print props that are simply exaggerated.]"

Nora's sudden change of topic and the words that accidentally exposed that she had ran to play the game did not interfere with Victor. If it weren't for Cathy who was still watching outside, he might have been crying.

"[I...I'm not looking for a third death, after all, my body is still alive,]" Nora sighed softly, "[But, I don’t want to endure the boring life that I can only see you once a day. I don’t want you to work hard every day to save me.]"

"No! That was my voluntary! Nora! Don't leave me!" Victor finally reached out impulsively to grab, but no accident caught nothing.

"[I learned from some'seniors' the technique of refusing to wake up after the'maintenance' is over, I just hope you can focus on your life," Nora said: "[If you remember me when I was cured, You can wake me up, otherwise, just fall asleep...and it’s acceptable.]"

"I can't accept it!" Victor roared distortedly.

"[...]" Nora shook her head as if refusing, and turned to look at Cathy: "[Miss Cathy, I have finished talking, turn off Victor's vision, I have to say,'Connect The image simulated by the program is too far from the real person, and Victor will definitely not be so gagged.]"

"...Huh?" Victor looked at Nora and Cathy. He was sluggish for a moment, as if he was understanding what Nora was saying. Then, his expression instantly changed from grief and anger to surprise. The smile on his face gradually became presumptuous: "Hey hey...hahaha...hahahahaha!"

"[This is too fake...]" Nora said to Cathy with disliked noodles, "[You said when you forced me to wake me up, I will leave Victor with a'last word' so that he won't Retaliation against society for a breakdown will make me formally'sleep'.]"

"Uh-huh~" Cathy smiled, with an expression of satisfaction that saw a good show: "I promised you that way~ but now the right to not let you sleep is no longer with me~"

"[What? Are you going to regret it?]" Nora's eyes widened: "[I will never go to a new game as a novice guide!]"

"No, no~" Nora shook her fingers, leaned forward, and pushed the "coin" she had just placed on the table to Victor's side: "Next you may have to serve as the built-in AI of the mecha~"

"[What?]" Nora was still wondering, but saw Victor **** the button, the blue that enveloped the room instantly disappeared, and Nora's image also appeared to be broken and missing.

"[This is not a'connection program' but reality? This is not Victor's illusion but a real person? This environment...this is the reception room of the police station! Victor, you have retaliated against society?!]" Finally Nora who reacted repeatedly exclaimed.

"...Thank you, Miss Cathy." At this point, Victor doesn't know what happened?

Because of her reckless behavior, Cathy deliberately ran to wake Nora, and bumped her mind into a device that looked like a coin and brought it to him.

"No thanks~ Go back and work hard~" Cathy waved her hand: "But I have to remind you~ Nora's current'hardware' is a bit fragile~ If you break or lose it, it will not be able to'synchronize' in the future~ Nora's "Ontology" will not know the memory of getting along with you as an AI from today~"

"It's definitely not lost, it's definitely not broken~" Victor happily held the coin and stared at Nora, and responded casually.

"[Did you not hear that Miss Cathy released you on bail? Victor? Victor?]" Nora said two more words and found that he could not hear people at all, so she turned off her holographic projection directly Up.

"The Kane family will provide you with the conditions to develop frozen armor~" Cathy stood up: "There are enough villains~ This world needs more heroes~"

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The intensive care unit of Arkham Asylum.

"Damn Batman! I will never be so careless next time! Damn it!"

The Scarecrow was sturdy and tied in restraints, and was also placed in a sealed human-shaped container. At the moment, he was shouting at the empty room, but because he was in a confined space, his voice seemed quite dull.

Although it is an intensive care unit, there are no nurses and doctors in the ward except for related equipment.

After all, Scarecrow has a criminal record. He used fear gas to interfere with the staff of the insane asylum in fear and caused them to make mistakes in their operations during the two previous escapes. This time he was sent back in. The asylum has not perfected the new detention measures. Pack him like a can and find a carer in a full protective suit to ventilate him before the oxygen in it runs out.

There is no doubt that this job is the most dangerous. After all, no one can guarantee that the fear gas will not penetrate the prepared protection.

Click.

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened, and a man wearing a long purple suit with an indecent white coat and a mask on his face walked in.

"Huh? This level of protection, who do you look down on?" The Scarecrow immediately turned the angry spearhead: "Boy, if you dare to open my airtight cabin, I promise you will cry for mom in five seconds!"

"Oh? Then I have to try it." The man in the purple suit turned his neck and walked to the airtight cabin and began to operate indiscriminately.

"Are you crazy?!" The scarecrow felt the air pressure inside the airtight cabin and the changes in dryness, wetness, cold and heat, but he couldn't open the door, and was so angry that he shouted.

"Yes, level 7 mental illness, I have a doctor's certificate." The man moved the switch a few more times and turned the airtight chamber upside down.

"Nonsense! Counting level 0, mental illness is only level 6!" The Scarecrow still has this common sense.

"That's it?" The man in the purple suit straightened the sealed cabin again: "But why did you explain this to a mental illness? You also have a mental illness?"

"I he—" The Scarecrow looked about to explode.

"Ah, it's this." Kacha.

Before the Scarecrow was ready to speak, the man in the purple suit opened the airtight cabin.

"Boy...you're done," the scarecrow stared at him viciously with a terrifying face: "In five seconds, you will be rolling on the ground and calling mother!"

"Five, four, three--" The man in the suit immediately started timing.

Wow! The scarecrow rode a tiger with difficulty. Although the restraint suit had not been untied, he opened his mouth and sprayed out the poisonous gas generated in his body. The yellow-green smoke completely enveloped the man in the suit.

"Two, one, time is up," the man finished reading the second without any confusion: "Well... I was shot by Batman from behind? It seems terrible."

"..." The Scarecrow was silent for a while, and suddenly furious: "You **** is Batman! Is it fun to come here to play me?!"

"I just thought, only Batman had inhaled your poisonous gas, which is a bit unfair, so I tried to try it while the surveillance was turned off, but there was an unexpected gain—" The voice of the man in the purple suit suddenly seemed to change: "[ So I am a clown]?"

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