I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

The clown opened his eyes directly from her screaming, and frowned impatiently—no, he doesn’t have eyebrows—and made a frowning movement, hearing the slightly hoarse voice from just waking up. Looking more dangerous than usual: "Big thing? Don't tell me you saw a mouse..."

"No!" Bernice didn't dare to stand up, she was afraid that if she stood up, she would be out of control. This was the first time she spoke to the clown in a low voice, "Can you help me call the outsiders in?"

The clown squinted his eyes like a poisonous snake, and said unceremoniously: "Oh? Are you ordering me?" His tone was very unhappy, "Did you not understand the situation? Do you think I am the kind of person who knows how to behave?" Serving people?"

It seems that the clown will ignore her even if he is killed, but it will only get worse if he delays any longer. Bernice got out of bed immediately, stretched out a hand from the door and waved vigorously at the camera lens on the ceiling: "Hey! Look here!"

After a while, one of the guards outside came in. He walked to Bernice's cell and asked without standing too close, "What's wrong?"

Bernice pointed to the bed sheet expressionlessly, the red spot was particularly conspicuous.

guard:"……"

He choked, silently looked at the blonde woman in the cell, then turned and left.

"Hey...wait!" Bernice yelled in despair, didn't she just leave?So what should she do? !

He left for about 10 minutes, and the viscous feeling under his body became heavier and heavier. Bernice struggled to take off her pants to use as a sanitary napkin, and someone came in again, this time two people.The guard called by Bernice came in with a middle-aged woman in uniform, holding a suit of clothes and a plastic bag in her hands.

There is also a small window on the door of the cell, which is usually used to deliver food. The guard opened the small window of the door, and the woman stuffed things to her through the window.

Bernice was overjoyed, took the clothes and the plastic bag, and said to him, "You are so kind. What's your name? Green eyes?"

This green-eyed guard should be in charge of the B2 floor. He comes in four times a day for patrols, once every six hours. He looks very young, definitely not more than 30 years old.

He didn't answer, and Bernice was not surprised. She was busy opening the plastic bag, and inside was exactly what she wanted, as well as a clean prison uniform and underwear.

Bernice picked up the bra and exclaimed, "Whoa, how did you know my size?"

His green-eyed face seemed to turn red, he closed the small window, and turned around unnaturally.

"Thank you!" Bernice smiled and waved to his back.

The clown on the opposite side watched the whole show, and after the two went out, he evoked a funny smile: "Are you seducing him? Do you think he will help you escape?"

"Seduce?" Bernice crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "Aren't we doing the same thing?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Bernice realized that she had slipped her tongue, and hurried to see the clown's reaction.

The clown's eyes turned cold, and he immediately recognized the meaning behind Bernice's back.

"Oh?" His tone was as cold as his eyes, which made Bernice feel as if a poisonous snake was crawling slowly on her body, and the slippery scales made her feel cold all over.

"That female doctor told you... No, it wasn't her." He muttered to himself, "You found out...it's surprising..."

He didn't think Harleen Quizell would tell. She was a little confused about her situation, and she thought she was treating him, which was stupid.The clown was so curious, how did this little mouse find out?

"You always bring me surprises." The clown was still angry one second, and the next second the clown was weirdly excited, hissing and snickering, as elusive as ever, "Come with me, we can give my brother Tan has lots and lots of surprises—”

"Will you pay?" Bernice asked casually.

"Salary?" The clown became displeased again, staring at her closely, "Don't you just care about money like those guys?"

Bernice retorted subconsciously: "Otherwise? You support me?"

"Wow." His slightly hoarse voice was strangely bewitching, "Are you seducing me?"

"No way, you think my taste is so bad?"

The clown was lifeless for the first time, his deep laughter vibrated in his throat, and he asked, "What's your name?"

... After spending six days together, you just remembered to ask her name?Bernice was speechless.

"Mary."

"lie."

"..."

"Okay, my name is Olivia."

"Still lying."

Bernice showed a surprised expression, how did he know? !

She glanced at the clown lightly and said, "Bernese."

The clown raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction: "I remember."

...I always feel that being remembered by a clown is not a good thing.

Bernice remembered that she was still bleeding because the clown was always talking to her.Just as she was about to take off her clothes, she realized that the clown was staring straight at her.

"...Aren't you going to avoid it?"

He licked his lips mischievously: "Why?"

Bernice didn't mind being looked at by a handsome guy, but for a clown...forget it, she had to go to the toilet to change, at least he couldn't see it.

After changing, she washed the dirty underwear and pants. As for the sheets?Arkham is not a hotel, no one will come to replace her, she still has to wash it herself.

In addition to a bed, the cell was equipped with a toilet and washbasin, and the sheets would not be dry until tomorrow, so Bernice had to make do with it for a day.

……

The next day was the day to see a psychiatrist, and that green eye was still here to escort Bernice there. This time she obediently stretched out her hands and let the green eye put handcuffs on her.

"Hey, thank you last time." She said lightly, "Is it you who changed my clothes when I first came to Arkham? Or were you watching?"

This was clearly teasing him, green eyes glared at Bernice: "Quiet!"

He led Bernice all the way to the upper floor by the cage-like elevator to the last room.

As soon as she saw Harleen, she complained to her about what happened yesterday, "...I couldn't sleep well all night, and the pain became more and more painful."

After hearing this, Harleen felt the same way, and she comforted, "Should I give you some painkillers?"

Bernice thought for a while, but still shook her head: "Forget it, if I can't even bear this level, how can I stay in Arkham?"

"I brought you a present, maybe it will make you happy." Harleen nodded to the green eyes, who glanced at Bernice and left the room.

Harleen took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Bernice's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Oh doctor, you are my angel!" She simply stood up and sat down on the table between them. This made her a head taller than Harleen was sitting in the chair.

Harleen lowered her head in embarrassment. Because of Bernice's inconvenient hands, she thoughtfully took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and handed it to her mouth.Bernice bent down/body, bit her lips lightly, and then looked up at her.

This is the first time Harleen looked at Bernice's face at such a close distance. She has blue eyes mixed with a little green, with lines like ice cubes on them. It is often said that eyes are the window to a person's soul. Harleen didn't see any malice in Bernice's eyes, and to be honest, she couldn't imagine Bernice having anything in common with the other criminals in Arkham.

Bernice naturally didn't know that Harleen was whitewashing her image in her heart, she just moved her head closer with a cigarette in her mouth, her hair almost touched Harleen's face, to describe it in a bloody word, that is The breath was about to hit Harleen's face.

Harleen looked at the suddenly enlarged face and a fluffy head before her eyes, reacted, and took out the lighter in her pocket.

Hey.

A faint flame rose between the two of them. The sharp flames shot upwards and shone weakly. The light yellow light circle around them trembled and danced, wrapping around the blue fire ball at the bottom. The eyes of the two were also dyed. On a faint yellow outline.

It's obviously not a strong flame, but it makes people feel that the air around them suddenly heats up.

The thin flame lit the cigarette butt, and Bernice raised her hands—of course, because of the handcuffs, she had to raise her hands at the same time, holding the cigarette between two slender and pale fingers. Slightly parting his dry lips, he exhaled a long puff of smoke.

The smoke was lingering, and the thick smell of smoke floated into the nose, and the face of the woman sitting on the table was also blurred, flickering in the fog.

This puff of cigarettes took away all the anxiety and stress of the past few days. Bernice couldn't help relaxing her body and narrowed her eyes comfortably. In Harleen's eyes, she looked like a lazy cat.

The cigarette butt was burning quietly, and Bernice suddenly bit the cigarette she had bitten and stuffed it between Harleen's lips. The female doctor subconsciously tightened her lips and asked her with her eyes: "?"

Bernice raised her eyebrows: "You don't want to try?"

Harleen hesitated for a moment, tried to take a sip, but was choked heavily: "Ahem..."

Bernice laughed. "Aha, you'll love it when you get used to it."