American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Oh my god, can't you be a little gentler?"

The clown sitting in the wheelchair shouted loudly, but here, he had no say.

Two tough security guys pushed him into the bathroom, took electric clippers, grabbed the clown's green hair, and cut it off in one go.

It took only a few minutes to shave his head bald.

The clown looked at the mirror on the wall and said unhappily: "If you open a barber shop, you will starve to death."

"Stop talking nonsense, Jeremiah. Can you tell me how you became like this?" Miao Mu walked in from outside.

When the clown sitting in the wheelchair heard this, he tilted his head back, trying to see Naegi, but his back was facing Naegi, so he couldn't see him even if he tilted his head back, so he gave up after trying twice.

"Um... that's it. I feel like... there's a voice in my head telling me what to do, but I think it's too loud."

The Joker shook his head. He originally wanted to raise his arm and rub his face before talking, but his arm was twisted by Batman, and even after treatment, he couldn't lift it up now.

Moreover, he was still wearing a heavy straitjacket. The Joker continued to shake his head helplessly and said: "So, I killed him. My mind is clean now, and there is no more chattering voice."

As he spoke, the clown closed his eyes comfortably, and was very satisfied with this matter. At least he was sleeping soundly now.

Naegi stood at the door, looking through a medical record that was handed over along with the clown, and was used as evidence in court.

Severe schizophrenia is synonymous with clowns, but... Naegi threw the medical records behind him.

Otis, the security captain in a striped suit, quickly reached out to catch it. He looked at the clown in the bathroom. The emotion conveyed by the nearby rats was that this guy was very dangerous.

"Congratulations on coming to Arkham Asylum. I was hoping you could escape, but that's basically... unlikely."

Naegi stepped over to the clown, grabbed the clown's shaved head with both hands, and pressed hard on his hands.

According to Miao Mu's own estimation, he could crush the clown's skull with all his strength, and his fingers slowly compressed, leaving a mark on the clown's scalp.

"You are committing murder!" the clown suddenly shouted.

Miaogi smiled and withdrew his hand. He really hadn't figured out how to deal with this clown. If it were up to him, he would mix some concrete, stuff the clown inside to make a pillar and bury it underground.

Just think of it as hitting a living stake. It can also conceal the truth from the public and can be considered a good thing to eliminate harm for the people.

However, the various situations that he had experienced recently, and the first clown that appeared... made Naegi a little helpless.

"Lock him up first, so his injuries won't need treatment."

Miao Mu raised his hand and gave the order, then slapped the clown on the head, causing the clown to howl.

"I finally know why he hates you, you fun-free bastard." The Joker muttered while sitting in a wheelchair.

"Who?" Miao Mu asked, holding the handle of the wheelchair.

The clown looked up with that hideous smile on his face, "You know, you've always been afraid of him, haven't you?"

"..."

Miao Mu looked at the clown in front of him, reached out and pinched his front teeth, and applied force with his fingers, and the clown laughed even more happily.

With a bang, the two front teeth in the clown's mouth were pulled out along with the roots by fingers like seedling pliers, and thrown on the ground with bright red blood.

"Hahahaha, you are scared as expected!"

The clown laughed crazily, blood flowing out of his mouth, staining half of his straitjacket red.

"Pull out the rest of his teeth and lock him up. I don't want him to be able to do anything other than eat."

Miaomu shook the blood off his hands and walked out of the bathroom with a gloomy face. A burly security guard took out a pair of electrician pliers from his pocket and walked towards the clown.

"Oh, you security guards are also working as electricians on the side? It looks like you should be able to get a few more points in salary."

The clown kept talking as two other security guards held his head down and pulled his face apart. He was still mumbling in his throat.

"I hate going to the dentist. If I could, I would rather have a few cavities instead of being misdiagnosed by a quack."

Afterwards, the clown could no longer mumble, only a whimpering sound, and his teeth were thrown to the ground one by one with blood stains, and the last thing that fell was a pair of pliers.

The security guard who was pulling out the tooth couldn't hold the pliers anymore and a cold sweat broke out on his body. He looked with horror at the clown who was licking his bleeding gums with his tongue.

It was as if the tooth that had just been pulled out was not his, and he did not look in any pain, but in the clown's eyes, the security guard saw his own death...

"Lock him up. Dr. Hurt will come to stop his bleeding later. Room J2 on the second floor." Otis said while standing outside.

Standing in front of the window, Naemu lit a cigarette and stared at the lights of Arkham.

After being here for such a long time, Miaomu can already see which house is below by the lights.

However, this kind of life also made him feel quite stressed, and he had replaced the thin cigar in his hand with a Marlboro.

Otis came up from behind, a large, light brown rat, and pulled the curtains from the ground to the windowsill.

Miao Mu reached out and touched the big rat, took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to the big rat. The big rat Bastian happily took the candy and started eating it.

"Keep an eye on that guy, he's a pile of dynamite. Try not to let the doctor get close to him." Miaomu warned.

Otis nodded: "I understand. There are three people present."

"By the way, who was the doctor standing here just now?" Miao Mu looked at the windowsill and remembered the doctor who had just stood here.

"Dr. Simon Hurt has been in Arkham Asylum for many years, but... he suffered a head injury, anyway..." Otis thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to describe it.

Fortunately, Miaomu waved his hand and he didn't care about these things.

"It doesn't matter. Don't let him get too close to the clown. I haven't figured out how to deal with him yet." Miaomu held a cigarette in his mouth and flicked the ash.

He is not like Gordon, an old-fashioned man who sticks to his bottom line. If there is a chance to get rid of the Joker, he will definitely do it.

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In room J2, the clown was thrown onto the bed, with two security guards standing on both sides with batons in their hands.

Dr. Simon Hutt walked in carrying a medical box. The moment he came in, the light in the room flickered as if there was a bad contact, but it recovered immediately.

The two security guards didn't care. Dr. Hutt took the medicine, cleaned the wound of the clown on the bed, and left.

Meanwhile, in the basement of Arkham Asylum, in a laboratory hidden behind a freezer.

A doctor wearing a pig-face mask picked up the blood-stained metal saw on the bed with great anticipation and walked over to the side.

The clown lying on the ground looked at a place that was so familiar to him, then raised his head to take a look at the smashed culture tank against the wall behind him, and laughed even more happily.

"It seems that the master... has a new mission. Come on, I didn't come back for this..."

The clown looked at the pig-faced doctor approaching him, curled his lips helplessly, and turned to look at the werewolf corpse specimen on the other side.

It looks like a peeled skin, but it's really bad, it looks like a weed in the field.

"Let me think about it..." The clown was pulled up by the pig-faced doctor. He looked thoughtful, and his toothless gums collided.

"I remember now, this is what's going on!" The clown shook his broken finger.

Then the clown suddenly jumped up, grabbed a bloody and rusty scalpel on the table next to him, and stabbed it into the pig-faced doctor's neck, twisting it.

Before the pig-faced doctor could even scream, the clown covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Don't wake others up."

The clown suddenly pulled out the scalpel, and blood flowed out from the pig-faced doctor's neck like a fountain.

Fortunately, the floor here was covered with a thick layer of blood stains, so it couldn't be seen how bloody it was. The clown pushed the pig-faced doctor's body to the ground, stood up and shook his neck.

"Everything is fine, but..." The clown stretched out his finger and touched his bare gums, which were still bleeding.

The clown turned his head and looked at the wolf skin on the wall, and the skinned corpse thrown on the operating table like a butcher's block.

"I need some teeth, and I need them now."

The clown grabbed the scalpel, bent down and turned over the body of the pig-faced doctor, took off the ridiculous pig mask, pried open his mouth, and looked at the teeth with a critical look.

He retched in disgust: "Isn't the hygiene condition too bad?"

The clown couldn't help but ran to the side, leaned against the wall and vomited, then wiped his mouth with the pig face mask.

He assured that he had never seen such a disgusting scene. The teeth corroded by drugs were full of pits, black and rotten, and emitted an unpleasant smell.

The clown shook his head and looked at the teeth in the werewolf's mouth. After hesitating for a second, the clown ran over and pried open the werewolf's stiff mouth.

Looking at the snow-white fangs, the clown nodded with satisfaction and picked up the saw and hammer beside him.

"What a good little puppy."