[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

There is necessity in accident.

When a psychiatrist falls in love with his patient, it is not just as simple as being "assimilated" by the patient.

She would be crazier and more fearless than that person.

Of course, the current Doctor Quinn still needs a transformation process.

Today's Arkham is destined to usher in a restless night.

The clown and his "believers" cooperated inside and outside to smash Arkham.

He opened the doors of all the wards, and every criminal was set free.

Crazy in retaliation for the long-term "care" of the prison guards, and even more crazily treating this as a carnival of guns and blood. Only a few people who retain humanity and reason did not participate in it, but escaped silently.

Outside, there are their families.

However, there is one exception here.

Little An Qi was sitting at the door of the innermost ward, tilting her head and looking at the man covered in tattoos, she was a man from a gangster.

This is the deepest ward in the inner area, and the people in the ward are neighbors who live "upstairs" to Killer Crocodile.

He has a very cool code name - Vengeful Demon.

But this man code-named Devil sat quietly and silently in the ward, with a calm expression as if he was praying, as if a devout believer in God had found his way back and redeemed himself by sitting in a cage that couldn't trap him at all.

This man seldom speaks, and little An Qi has not learned his name from him so far.But she called him Uncle Flame.

"Aren't you going out?" Little An Qi tilted her head and blinked suspiciously.

"..." The man sitting inside opened his eyes and looked at her silently, then closed them again.The answer is self-evident.

"Okay." The little girl stood up and patted her butt, "Then I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, the little girl, who was only as tall as the clown's thigh, twitched her short legs and joined the carnival party in front of her.

Gunpowder-flavored sparks were constantly flashing from the muzzle of the gun. The bullets shot through the dark corridor like shooting stars suddenly flashing across the night sky.

The hail of bullets was accompanied by the wild laughter of the gunmen and the wailing of the victims.

This massacre with no purpose and only massacre will not subside for a long time.

Going to the periphery, the scene is even more chaotic.

The masked men who broke in to meet the clown had completely eliminated the prison guards, and shot and killed some patients who didn't have long eyes and rushed over from time to time.But the patients on the outskirts of Arkham have already been awakened by the gunshots and blood to the crazy factor in their bodies.Crazy, taking revenge on the few medical staff, and even crazier attacking the "neighbors" who are also patients.

Here, it is a purgatory on earth, only madness and evil, without reason at all.

The little girl who looked to be only five or six years old and about one meter tall was wearing a baggy hospital gown.Taking small steps, walking in the aisle full of gunpowder smoke and blood.A pair of clear water eyes, immature and innocent, like a little angel who has strayed into hell.The clean white hospital gown on her body is like the wings of an angel, attracting many creatures hiding in the darkness to stretch out their claws.Tear up this pure white but dazzling color.

It was also at this time that little Anqi realized that not everyone was as kind and caring (?) as her father.

Little Anqi felt a chill down her spine, and a piece of broken glass pierced her lumbar spine.Blood flowed out instantly, staining the clothes red.

"...Well." Little Anqi frowned, not in pain, but slightly distressed.

"Hahahahaha!" The striker was clapping his hands and laughing wildly, but stopped when the little girl turned her head.

Those black and white eyes seemed to have magical powers, and the blood-stained patient's face still had obvious malice, but when he paired those eyes, the cloudy and crazy eyes froze.

And the little girl opposite him didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in the back of her waist, and pulled out the ten-centimeter-long glass shard with her backhand as if belatedly.

Because of the force, two deep gashs were cut into Bai Nen's palm by the sharp glass shards, and the gurgling blood dripped down on the ground, splashing out blood-colored flowers.

"I don't like red," said the little girl, frowning.

——Because most of the reds she has seen are blood.

And she doesn't like to bleed.

While speaking, I saw that the deep bone wound on the little girl's palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.This recovery ability is astounding.

Then, holding the shards of glass tightly, she didn't care that her palm was cut again, and raised her hand to stab the patient's lower abdomen.

The blood-stained glass shards pierced in and then pulled out, bringing out a string of blood red.

It seemed that the patient who was standing frozen in place was only able to move, and subconsciously bent over to cover the bleeding wound.

In the next second, his fragile neck, which was exposed to the little girl's attack range, was cut open by sharp glass shards. "Puff!" With a sound, blood gushed out.Her black and white eyes were narrowed, and a bloodstain was splashed on her pale cheeks, which were sickly due to years of not seeing the light.Like red plums falling suddenly in the snow, it is gorgeous and eye-catching.

"!!!"

The man knelt down clutching his neck, feeling that his life was passing, he finally had a trace of awe for life in his heart.

"Crash".

The little girl threw down the shards of glass in her hand, and raised her hand casually to touch her face, which seemed to still be covered with warm blood from others.Those black and white pupils opened, still clear and pure, innocent.

"Pa~pa~pa..." The clown clapped his hands and walked out of the darkness, with a big smile on his face, he rubbed the top of the little girl's head in satisfaction, and the soft and smooth black hair was rubbed by him again. Messy bird nest.

"Goodgirl!" The clown praised his daughter without hesitation, "You are such a good baby for Dad!"

"Hahahahaha!" At the end of the sentence, there was a string of clown's creepy laughter.

"He was the one who wanted to kill me first." The little girl raised her head, her tone serious and serious.It seems to be explaining, and it seems to be telling the clown something.

but.The clown, the king of crime with countless blood on his hands, doesn't care about this.

"If you want to kill, kill it, don't worry about these details." Master Chou used this distorted view of people to teach the children, and he didn't think it was wrong at all.

After all, this is the child of the clown family.

But the little girl frowned, as if confused.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but because she blindly trusted her father's words, she nodded in approval.

——What Dad said is true.

If not, I must have misunderstood.

The little girl pursed her lips, and clasped her claws deeply.

"OK, baby." The clown picked her up and walked out gracefully with his long legs, "It's time for us to go out and play."

When passing by an electrotherapy room, the clown glanced over like a charity, and laughed again.

"In a few days, Dad will introduce you to a new toy." Little Angie heard him say.

"A, very interesting woman hahahahaha~"

tonight.Arkham's carnival came to an end with the clown's whisper.

……

Little Anqi did not expect that the "new toy" her dad called was a very beautiful and infatuated (?) woman.

After leaving Arkham, the Joker reclaims his throne beneath Gotham.

At this time, he was driving his daughter for a ride in a gorgeous violet sports car, enjoying the night view of Gotham.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The sound of an engine that does not belong to a sports car drifted in from the window, causing the father and daughter to look sideways.

The clown glanced in the rearview mirror, and when he saw the woman chasing after him on a motorcycle, he patted the steering wheel in frustration and frustration.

Compared to the clown, little Angie was very pleasantly surprised.

"It's Harley!" The little girl smiled with two rows of small white teeth.

Angie has been away from Arkham for more than half a year, and the Joker was sent back to Arkham by Batman halfway through.During those days, her relationship with Harry was very good.

After all, one of these two wanted to be a stepmother, and the other felt that the woman "my dad likes" might be her mommy.It's weird not getting along.

Little Angie was indeed taken care of by Harry.Even when the clown came to Arkham again, when someone wanted to control little Angie to take over the clown's underground forces, and did something like coercing the emperor to make the princes, they were all shot by Harley.

In Gotham, there are never many ambitious people, but there are also many people who die.And often most of them are idiots.

With little Angie in hand, can the people under the clown obey?Not to mention the reactions of those people, just talk about this little girl... Is she so easy to fool?

Paul, who (considered himself) the clown's most trusted confidant, sneered, but he had personally witnessed the little girl's murderous behavior in Arkham.That weird way of making people freeze with just one look at each other and their powerful healing ability.As long as she is given time, she will definitely grow into one of the top figures in the Gotham pyramid.Moreover, who would let someone have a father who is a clown?

That's a long way off.Little Anqi came back to her senses under a burst of sudden braking.

"Boom!" Because she was not wearing a seat belt, she leaned forward, and her poor little forehead hit the front windshield.

"Hmm..." The little girl pouted and rubbed the big red envelope on her forehead.When she belatedly realized that her father had got off the station at some point in front of the train, Harley, who was standing opposite the clown, had already pointed the gun between the clown's eyebrows.

"..."

This action made the little girl's dark eyes darken, and the fingers of her hand moved unconsciously.

Although I like Harley very much, if she...

"boom!"

A shot went off.

It wasn't the clown who fell to the ground, but a passer-by who huddled on the side of the road and called the police while praying for Batman to appear.

Harley's marksmanship was very accurate, but he turned his head and shot seemingly casually, hitting the passerby's left chest at the heart position.Passers-by also fell to the ground.

However, the two people who were entangled did not notice the greater shock than the panic after the passer-by fell to the ground.

He covered his left chest with his hand, feeling a bullet.Only a small part of the front end of the bullet sank into the flesh, it didn't even penetrate the muscle layer, let alone hurt the vitals.

At an angle that Harley and the clown couldn't see, the passer-by with his face on the ground stared wide-eyed, and he almost screamed out in surprise at the aftermath-like surprise.Immediately afterwards, he quickly restrained himself.

From this angle, his gaze was right on the co-pilot of the sports car.The little girl turned her head and smiled at him, then put her index finger to her mouth, making a silent movement.

— shhh...

Little Angie smiled.It seems to be a brat who has done a big thing without telling his parents.Excited and sly.

Once again, the ugly master caught a glimpse of his girl's curved eyes from the corner of his brow with the cold muzzle of the gun.

How can my father snicker when someone points a gun at him...

——oh~ it’s really cute.

cute?

... Never go to the heart of Mr. Chou.

You'll always be out of place with him for not being perverted enough.