family history of mental illness

Brandt had just been popularized about his father's hot love history, and it didn't take long before he really met this legendary ambiguous object.

At that time, Brant was lying in bed, thinking about life.

He speculates that Omer will be fine in the short term, because Frank is clearly asking for loyalty, not life.He analyzed his current situation, thinking about how to return to the original universe, or at least find a way to promote the two universes to speed up the process of fusion.

Most of the time, this kind of thinking was fruitless, and so was Brant. He thought a lot in a mess, and then he began to fall asleep.

And then……

A "bang" sound came from outside the ward, and Brant sat up abruptly, looking outside the door.

The bursting fire came through the small window on the iron door. Brandt got out of bed holding the chain, slowly moved to the door, approached the small window, and looked out.

The structure of Arkham is quite peculiar. He saw it with his own eyes, added what the chief guard said casually, combined with the popularization of the next-door neighbor who is a good teacher knocking on the wall, and he basically figured it out in theory.

This insane asylum—or a prison?

It was originally an ordinary sanatorium for mental illness, but the dean didn't know what happened, and later transformed the hospital into a madhouse for lunatics.

When Batman was born, his patron, Mr. Wayne, spent huge sums of money to increase the security system of the madhouse to the highest level, so that he could lock up all kinds of criminals that cannot be accommodated in ordinary prisons.

Arkham has four floors.

The first floor is the office and living area of ​​the guard and the dean.

There is a circular area in the middle of the second floor that communicates with the first floor. Around this huge circular opening, more than [-] closed wards have been set up to detain criminals with a slightly lower hazard level.

The third floor held most of the "celebrities" in Gotham, including Penguin, Double-Face, Crocodile, Mad Dog...even the escaped Riddler and stepmother Harley Quinn.

The fourth floor is more exciting. According to the neighbors, most of the entire fourth floor is a security facility. There are only two wards, one belongs to the clown, and the other is still unoccupied. I don’t know which lucky one belongs to it.

But now, for some unknown reason, there suddenly appeared more than a dozen people in the circular corridor. Strafing, and even bombs directly.

It's like a carnival, or a massacre.

The knocking sound from next door rang again: [The lunatic on the third floor is here again. ]

The small knocking sound was barely audible against the noisy background sound, and Brant could barely hear it after distinguishing it carefully.

So these people are all "celebrities" on the third floor?

Brant frowned. The iron door of his ward vibrated twice, as if it was affected by a bomb that exploded somewhere. At this moment, he realized that the iron doors on the first floor might prevent patients from escaping. , more to protect the people in the ward from being caught when the more dangerous criminals go crazy.

At this time, anyone who is caught out will only have a dead end.

The siren sounded throughout Arkham, and the guards ran up with all kinds of heavy weapons, causing chaos outside.

The door of the ward vibrated a few more times. Brant blinked, stretched out a finger and pushed it tentatively, and then heard a "creak" sound submerged in the sound of gunfire. Immediately afterwards, the iron door answered. And open.

Obviously, the door lock was blown out.

Brant directly opened the door completely, and really saw the farce outside the door.

In the ward that was blown up, patients lay dead at the door; guards in uniform staggered and suffered heavy casualties; blood and minced meat were all over the floor.The sky full of smoke and fire.

Brandt knew that he couldn't go on like this.

He slowly moved out of the ward, casually caught a seriously injured guard who was thrown over, and put him in his own ward.

He took a deep breath, pulled out all the tentacles of consciousness that he could currently control, and scattered them out.

The consciousness body divided into more than a dozen strands accurately found the rioters and got into their brains.

Then came roaming, coverage, control... After a long tug-of-war, the rioters were finally defeated.As if they had been stared at by Medusa, they were stiff and unable to control themselves to make any movements.

The remaining guards brought the rioters back under control, and the farce finally came to an end.

The doctor came in a hurry to treat the injured, and the chief of the guard retracted his gun and walked towards Brant.

"Your face is ugly."

Allen's arm was still bleeding, but it didn't prevent him from lighting a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, and said with certainty, "You did it."

Brandt knew what the chief of the guard was saying, and he didn't intend to hide it. Even in order to gain trust and freedom earlier, he had to show his worth, so without hesitation, Brandt nodded.

"A little trick of mine." He said half-truthfully.

"Superpower?" Allen took a breath of his cigarette, and said after a long time, "It's pretty good."

Brandt saw that his expression was wrong, and asked, "Okay?"

Allen said: "As long as it is not used to commit crimes, it is of course good. Although Batman is just an ordinary person, I have seen Superman in Metropolis before, and I have heard of Flash in Central City. They all have extraordinary abilities. But they all brought good results."

Brandt silently wrote down the names of these people, and said, "I think so do I." He reminded the chief of guards: "But what I am more concerned about now is whether there is a way to untie this chain?"

Allen said: "Originally, I wanted to find Phoebe to open the lock for you. Before he went crazy, he was the best locksmith in Gotham. Unfortunately, five years ago, he was eroded by the scarecrow's fear gas and demolished two houses in fear. The door locks, in the hallucination formed by the poisonous gas, regarded them as monsters, and killed them cruelly. Although Phoebe has not fully regained consciousness yet, his lockpicking skills are still there, and opening your chains is not a problem."

"And then?" Brant knew that Allen's words definitely didn't end.

Sure enough, Allen went on to say: "Then, he died in this riot."

Emmm...

"Then what should I do now?"

Allen puffed out the smoke ring guiltily: "If you are not afraid of taking risks and are in a hurry, I have a bottle of highly corrosive venom in my office."

Brant said simply, "I'll wait for you here, go and come back quickly."

Brant didn't want to hold this heavy chain for a second, so it was just a corrosive poison. As long as he was lucky and careful, he would be fine. He agreed almost immediately.

The chief of guard left in a hurry, but a few minutes later, he came back with a transparent bottle without a label.

"This is it?"

Brant stretched out his hands and let the chief guard drip a few drops carefully, and the iron chain melted into a puddle of molten iron visibly.

Allen's hand was very steady. Although he only had one hand, he didn't hurt Brant in the slightest.Unshackled, Brant moved his wrists and ankles, and felt that his whole body became lighter.

A guard came to report with a sad face: "Head of Guard Allen, 4 brothers died, 3 were seriously injured, and 12 were slightly injured."

Allen was silent for a while before asking in a tight voice, "Where's the criminal on the first floor?"

"Eighteen were killed and five were injured," the guard said.

Allen waved him to go back to help, and heard Brant's faint voice: "Those upstairs residents, just take them back and keep them locked up?"

Allen said with a sarcasm: "Otherwise? There is no death penalty in Gotham."

Brandt knew that his chance had come: "Remember my little trick?"

Allen raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Brandt continued: "Its biggest function is to treat mental illness. Don't you think it is very suitable for this place?"

Allen said, "Psychiatrist?"

"You can think so." Brant, who had no medical qualifications at all, accepted the title with a cheeky face: "A psychiatrist with a little trick."

Allen dropped the cigarette, grabbed Brant's hand, and walked towards the elevator.

Brant staggered from being dragged: "Where are you going?"

"Take you to see the dean." Allen said, "If what you said is true, would you mind being a psychiatrist in Arkham?"

Brandt narrowed his eyes: "Of course not."

……

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Seattle, Kings County.

Omir in the incubator suddenly opened his eyes, and his fingers trembled.

The panic in his eyes has not yet disappeared, indicating the ominousness of the previous dream.

Half an hour ago, he fell asleep inexplicably, and then dreamed of a ruined wall like hell.And Brant appeared in such a battlefield filled with gunpowder.

This is a dream played backwards, everyone is going backwards, the shattered walls are also reversed and repaired, crazy melee, bloody carnival, Brant in the ward, the green suit who escaped...

At the end of the dream, he saw Brant wearing a heavy chain, asking the man in green.

"What is this place?"

He saw the man open his arms and give the answer.

"Arkham, Arkham Asylum in Gotham."

Waking up suddenly, the dream ended.

He panted extremely rapidly in the culture fluid, but he could only let a string of air bubbles protrude from his mouth, unable to calm down at all.

Rather than having such a dream because he was worried about Brant, Omer believed that it was a spiritual connection from the original existence, a clue and early warning.

Gotham.

Arkham Asylum.

Almost immediately, he thought of someone.

--clown.

Gotham is the city of clowns, and Arkham Asylum is the territory of clowns. If he wants to find out whether it is a wild dream or something real, the first thing he needs to do is to find the clown.

Recalling the conversation between Batman and Stark when they were separated at the police station, Omir locked the location of the Joker--Stark Industries Branch, the fifth floor underground.

Omir quietly observed his surroundings, waiting for an opportunity.

A chance to escape again.

And this opportunity soon came to the door.

Through the light blue culture fluid, he watched Edward carefully lead a little girl towards him.

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Boob: I'm finally going to have a job, chicken move!

Chief of Guard: Now I will take you to the dean for an interview.

Boob: Salary?

Dean: Food and accommodation are included.

Boob: And then?

Dean: What a small amount of money.

Boob: QAQ