I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

"Your... Gotham?"

Gordon repeated Xie Qi's words, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Yes, I will become the king here, let my people get rid of the control of the intelligent brain and the idiots behind it, and let freedom return to Gotham!"

Hearing this man actually say such a whimsical word, Gordon raised his voice and said angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you know how peaceful Gotham has become now because of the existence of the intelligent brain? Do you want to break all this and bring Gotham back to the original dark times for the so-called freedom!"

It can be heard that Gordon is really angry. When Xie Qi kidnapped the staff and guards of the mental hospital to threaten him before, he didn't get angry like this, but once it involves the safety of Gotham City, he is like a different person.

"Oh? It seems that our director thinks that Gotham City is good now."

Facing Gordon's anger, Xie Qi smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Then do you know that Arkham Asylum is actually conducting human experiments behind the scenes, using the bodies of criminals to study how to make ordinary people become super-powered, and all of this is happening under the monitoring of the intelligent brain."

"What?"

The sudden explosive information made Gordon's heart jump, and he turned to look at Sharp, who had been silent all the time.

The middle-aged man had neatly combed hair, and the beard on his mouth trembled as his facial muscles tightened. He seemed expressionless, but Gordon's eyesight, which had been trained for many years, showed that his emotions were not as calm as they looked.

Could it be that what the man said was true?

In this atmosphere, Xie Qi was still adding fuel to the fire.

"Aren't you wondering where the criminals on the third floor went? They are all here!"

As he spoke, the screen immediately switched to a place that looked like a laboratory, which was full of experimental equipment. As the camera moved, you could see that many humans were sleeping in a row of transparent containers against the wall.

Gordon was familiar with the faces of these people. They were all super criminals who had committed serious crimes in Gotham City and had to be caught by many super powers!

Killer Croc, Parasyte, Firefly...

Such a place that was obviously problematic was presented in front of them. No one could deny the fact that Arkham Asylum was indeed using these criminals for experiments.

Gordon also thought of the generosity of the mayor when he approved the funds here before. He was sure that the senior officials must know about this matter, and they were probably supporting it secretly.

"Hahaha, after seeing this scene, can you still swear that the current Gotham is the best? As long as the citizens are safe, the human rights of these criminals don't matter. Is this what you or Batman want to see?"

Like the whisper of a devil, the face that looked funny at first glance stared at them across the screen, as if it had seen all the entanglements in Gordon's heart.

Edward, who stood with Gordon, seemed to be fascinated by all this happening, and felt that his brain was filled with all kinds of emotions.

He had lived a peaceful life since childhood. He studied psychology at the request of his parents and moved forward step by step in the direction expected by the public. The only rebellious thing in his childhood was probably escaping on the way to cram school and watching a circus performance.

That was the brief moment of happiness. The clown in the circus left a deep impression on him.

That was a rare moment when he could get off track in his routine life.

The colorful makeup, the funny performance, everything was to win the audience's smile.

He didn't know who the person under the clown's appearance was, and no one in the audience cared.

Whether he was crying or laughing, sad or painful, everything was covered by the clown's appearance, leaving only joy for everyone.

When he grew up, he no longer needed his parents' discipline. The work he did was stable and decent in the eyes of others, and everything was so perfect.

But occasionally in his dreams, he would dream of the clown in his childhood from time to time.

The face in his memory became more and more distorted, the red at the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and the acrobatics he performed became more and more exaggerated. He often woke up from his dream and couldn't understand why he had such a dream.

As a psychologist, he knew that he always had the same dream, which meant that he had an unresolved "complex" or "heart knot" in his mind. This complex had been suppressed and could not be released in reality, so it would be reflected in his dream.

He never told anyone about this, and he also tried various ways to solve this problem.

But whether he went to have a girlfriend or vented his energy through work, this dream would not let him go like a nightmare.

The scene in front of himIt seemed to overlap with the clown in his dream, making Edward murmur involuntarily.

"Why... is it a clown?"

His voice was very low, but the person on the screen caught it keenly.

"That's because... it can bring both joy and chaos. Whether it is a clown or a king depends on your own heart."

Xie Qi seemed to be able to see through Edward's heart, and said slowly: "Edward, you and I are the same kind of people, aren't we? Face your true self, it will make you happy."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Dr. Winston, don't be confused by him."

To Gordon, all this was inexplicable. What clown, what king, they are not playing poker.

"Hahaha, am I talking nonsense?"

Xie Qi casually took a folder from the side, pretended to flip through a few pages, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, look, our Dr. Winston, an outstanding graduate of Stanford University, dated many girlfriends during his school years, three of whom committed suicide and one disappeared. After graduation, the patients he was responsible for, both male and female, fully recovered during his treatment, but committed suicide one after another within a month after the end of the treatment. The subsequent investigation did not find any abnormalities, and all the cases were closed as suicides..."

This was the first time Gordon knew about the experience of this doctor. After listening to the whole story, this psychologist who claimed to have a 100% cure rate had a big problem. Almost all the patients he had treated committed suicide? Why did the intelligent brain continue to assign patients to him?

Dean Sharp did not show any strange color, but his face froze when he saw the information in Xie Qi's hand.

"You, where did you get that document?"

"Oh? That?"

Xie Qi shook the document and said casually: "Of course I found it in your office. If you ask me, such important information should be kept well. I guessed a few numbers and opened the safe. The things stored in it also opened my eyes. If they were all spread out, the entire Gotham City high-level officials would probably explode, right? Hahaha!"

Getting more and more excited, Xie Qi stood up with the document and turned around a few times, then stopped to cover his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

"Do you think we should do this?"