A mechanical master of a certain manga

Dilit heard the conversation of this group of scum very clearly. If he could, he would not hesitate to eliminate this group of perverts in his spiritual world. It's a pity that after so many years of hard work, it can't be done.

The only thing that gives Dilit some comfort is that in the spiritual world, he is still the strongest one, able to kill these bastards a million and hundreds of times, but he can't prevent them from resurrecting.

Dilit was beaten up by the prison guards and his body was covered with bruises and bruises. Fortunately, Arkham adheres to the principle of not killing as many people as possible. A lunatic like Dilit can at most be isolated and treated instead of directly euthanasia.

"Dr. Quinn, do you want me to help you go to the infirmary?" a guard asked Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn seemed to be in something wrong. She looked at Dilit in a daze, seemingly in a trance. This situation resembles a state of being overly frightened, which is really worrying.

As a great beauty, there are many people in Arkham who are fascinated by her, whether they are patients or guards. It is a rare opportunity for them to show their courtesy, and the guards will not let it go.

"No, no need." Harley Quinn didn't even look at the guard, but walked to Dilit's side.

Dilit grinned and looked at the beautiful psychiatrist, guessing that his mental state assessment would be raised to the most dangerous level.

"I'm so sorry, I told you, they are a bunch of perverted bastards." Dilit said to Harley Quinn.

"No need to apologize, you are the most interesting patient I have ever seen. If possible, I would like to be your full-time psychiatrist. If you have any needs, you can tell me and I will try my best to arrange it for you. But the premise is that you Let me see your whole personality." Harley Quinn said with shining eyes.

Dilit looked embarrassed and could only say: She is indeed Harley Quinn.

However, in this case, could it be that he had unleashed her crazy nature?

This thought gave Dilit a shuddering feeling. He would not end up becoming one of the various bosses in Gotham City who were pressed to the ground and rubbed by Batman. Please, I don’t want to fall in love and kill Batman, if only Wonder Woman can accept it.

However, Wonder Woman seems to be in the habit of killing her enemies to death, and usually does not leave the opponent alive.

With this in mind, Dilit began his life in Arkham Asylum.

An attack occurred on the first day he was admitted to the hospital, which caused Dilit's restraint device to be upgraded to the maximum level. The white straitjacket completely tied up his upper body, leaving almost no room for free movement except for his head. Even his feet were tied with heavy shackles, and he could only move around with a dragging pace.

But by chance, a dangerous mental patient like Dilit was not held in solitary confinement, but was sent to a ward that was already occupied. When the door to the ward opened, Dilit smelled a strong smell of blood coming from inside.

Someone behind him pushed Dilit hard, and he fell involuntarily into the room. Before the ward door closed, Dilit heard a sentence: "Enjoy it, this is what you will get for scaring our cute little Harley."

"Little Harry, your sister doesn't have a lightning scar on her head, and your name is not Dumbledore," Dilit cursed at the door. Unfortunately, no one could understand his words, and they just thought they were the ravings of a madman. .

With his hands trapped, it was difficult for Dilit to get up from the ground. As he was struggling, he saw a pair of big feet walking towards him. What is terrifying is that these big feet are stained with blood, which can be called a bloody footprint.

From Dilit's angle, he couldn't see the full view of the room, so he naturally didn't know where his "roommate" got the blood. He's crazy, maybe it's the nosebleeds he picked out by picking out his nostrils, who knows.

Seeing these big feet approaching him, Dilit felt his eyes go dark.

This guy actually kicked him in the face without saying a word. Fortunately, Dilit reacted in time and turned around, kicking him on the side of the face. Although there was a piece of swelling, the bridge of his nose was avoided from being kicked off.

"This lunatic dares to take action. Brothers, kill him. Now my brother is also a lunatic. Killing is not illegal," Dilit roared in his heart.

In the consciousness space, a group of perverts glanced at Dilit, and then lowered their heads to fight the landlord, as if they had no intention of possessing him or taking action.

With just such a hesitation, Dilit was kicked several more times. If it weren't for the defensive effect of the straitjacket on his body, his ribs would have been broken.

"Zhoucao, you bastards, you won't survive if I die," Dilit continued to roar.

Laughing wildly, he threw down the handful of cards he had left in his hand, turned to Dilit and said, "Boss, you should throw a dice, otherwise who will win?"

"My dice-throwing hand is tied up now, and there are no dice around me," Dilit said sadly.

"I win this game, blind guy, laugh out loud, you two should shave my head or change it to a middle score." Balancing proudly threw down the last card, and then said to Dilit: "Boss, you set the rules. , we all abide by it. Of course, you can break the rules if you want, so don’t blame us for not following the rules. You decided to break the contract."

Normally, they always make trouble for themselves when they shouldn't be out, but now when they really need to be used, they all act like their spirit of contract is higher than their lives. It's really annoying.

"You are sick. Even if I die, you will not continue to exist. What rules are there now?" Dilit said sadly.

"We are all crazy," the six personalities said in unison.

Facepalming, Dilit really forgot about this and couldn't reason logically with a psychopath. These six perverts would rather drag themselves to death than break the rules and return to the previous chaotic state where everyone was fighting for control of their bodies.

Just because these six bastards all feel that they are several times higher than the others in terms of strength and luck, and they are all confident that they can have this body to themselves.

At this time, Dilit's body had been beaten and curled up into a ball, but the attacker seemed to have no intention of stopping. Instead, he grabbed the table in the room and threw it at him.

The metal table hit his body, causing unbearable pain, and many debris fell together.

Just when Dilit felt that his body was about to be unable to bear it and wanted to break the rules to survive first, a dice that came from nowhere hit his head. It spun around and then stopped at the number "five".

In the space of consciousness, Dilit shouted: "The dice that hit the head does not count, Blast, come out and kill this bastard."

In an instant, the short bald man with two heads in the consciousness space jumped next to the throne, kicked Dilit down, and then sat on the throne himself.

At the same time, in the ward, Dilit's body, which fell to the ground and was being beaten, seemed to have shrunk a bit, but a lot of thick smoke began to come out of the restraints.