[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

How should an ordinary person live if he was imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum?

Thank you, I'm in Gotham, just off the plane.Related interests, too many acquaintances.That's all I said, everyone who knows understands it, and hides it.

After a brief groping, Jack figured out the sales model of this "Arkham Asylum store".

The skill book can't be used immediately after rubbing it with it, let alone understand the principle by slapping it on the forehead. All skills need to be learned by themselves.

After clicking to use, the system will open the built-in space and force him to enter. He will learn skills in the system space, and he cannot go out without passing the standard test set by the system.The ratio of time flow between the inside of the system space and the outside world is quite large, and he spent half a month or even longer in the system space—there is no clock in the system space, so he can’t calculate how long has passed—to learn the lockpicking skill and return to the outside world Only about 10 minutes passed.

The same is true for items. The system will not directly deliver specific items to him, but throw him into the system space again, allowing him to learn the principles and manufacture of items.Throw him out after he has learned it, and then mark on the map where the raw materials and tools for manufacturing are. Items appear out of nowhere.

This also brings a new problem, that is the skill book.The manufacturing principle of each item requires skill support.

For example, if you want to get the prop "Laughing Clown", you need "Pathology Lv.2", "Applied Chemistry Lv.4", "Advanced Mathematics Lv.1", "Laboratory Skills Lv.2", etc. If you don't have the corresponding skills or the level is not enough, the system will directly display that the current item is unusable.It means that your current knowledge reserves are not enough, and the rookie is not worthy of using the boss's props. Please learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well before you come again.

The only difference is the "special extras".

There are many types of special add-ons, some are similar to pendants in online games, some are similar to enchantments for upgrading weapons, some are special items, and some are information.The two special accessories he obtained by completing the task, the system shows that there are two ways to use them, carrying them on his body, he will get different levels of attribute bonuses, and if he burns them, his luck can be improved for a certain period of time value.

This didn't surprise Jack. What really surprised Jack was that the special add-ons in the store were almost ten times more expensive than props and skill books.And, kryptonite is actually a special add-on sold in the store.

The truth is... meaningful.

Jack worked hard in the system space to learn how to pick locks and how to make exploding playing cards, and it took about 45 minutes before he came back to the outside world.

To outsiders, the clown is just lying on the bed in a daze.

He suddenly heard footsteps from far to near, metal collisions outside the door, and the sound of mechanical gears turning. First, the iron latch as thick as a man's wrist was automatically pulled out, and the small door at the bottom of the heavy iron door opened. A flat iron food plate was pushed in, and at the same time, there was a cold mechanical voice from a female medical staff: "It's time for dinner."

dinner?

Strange, he remembered that the time he saw when he passed out was... June 6, 8:19.It is already night.

Had he only been unconscious for an hour or two?He was stunned by Batman at eight o'clock in the evening. After going through all the procedures, he still had time to go back to Arkham for dinner. Arkham Asylum serves dinner at ten o'clock in the evening?

Jack frowned, something was wrong with him.In a medical institution like Arkham Asylum, all of them were detaining horrible mentally ill and serious criminals. The arrangement of serving dinner after [-] o'clock at night was obviously unreasonable.Then the most likely thing is that he was in a coma for a whole day and woke up just in time for dinner. This guess is more reasonable.

But here comes the problem. A person who hasn’t eaten water or rice for a day must wake up again and feel hungry, but he doesn’t have a strong sense of hunger, it’s like… like, he ate halfway.

Jack shivered coldly. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were a pair of thin and slender hands. The nails were not long and were neatly cut.His skin was pale, like a blood-losing ghost, with blue veins looming under the sickly skin.He sat there quietly, a strange thought slowly came to mind, like a fish emerging from the dark water under the moonlight.

What flashed back in front of his eyes for a moment was his dark dream.He dreamed that he was standing in a narrow corridor, the mercury-like moonlight was splashing on the ground, and the surroundings were in darkness, only a little light leaked through the crack of the door. He was shivering like a bird in the rain, curled up In the darkness beyond the moonlight, almost endless fear held him hostage.The man standing inside the door, he could see the toe of the other's shoes, the man was clinging to the door, his breath was spraying on the door.

At last the door was opened, and Jack saw his face, his eyes, his terrible smile, and that elongated, utterly eerie call that pierced his skull: "D-love --of--?"

clown.clown.clown.Clowns... clowns.

Jack rushed into the toilet and slammed his throat with his fingers. The physiological gag reflex made his stomach constrict and his throat became sore. pill.

Yes, he ate.

This is the number of nights he spent in Arkham Asylum after being beaten unconscious by Batman?

pill.Jack panted a few times, the bony outlines of the shoulder blades on the orange prison uniform protruded, his body was so thin that it looked like a layer of shriveled skin collapsed on the bones, he stood up unsteadily, groping around in the small cell , and soon found a medicine bottle in a hidden corner beside the bed. The body of the bottle was white, without any words or patterns. Jack opened it tremblingly, his hands and feet were cold. Was left behind.As if it was a mockery of fate, he became the poor traveler who opened Pandora's box. He released evil and disaster into the world, but closed hope at the bottom of the box.

However, there was nothing inside, no ghosts, no demons, no brimstone from hell, just a few red pills and a folded note.

Jack opened the note, the handwriting was elegant, chic, and unusually beautiful, but it made Jack feel chills all over.

The note clearly reads:

Darling

Have?you?ever?danced?with?the?Devil?in?the?pale?moonlight

Your?sweet?pudding?Joker

After a short breath, Jack stood up, and he walked slowly to the door, knocking on the door with an iron spoon tied to the door, until the patrolling soldiers noticed the movement here.

He is very calm. He feels that he has never been so calm in his two lifetimes combined. After losing control of his emotions for a short time, he suddenly became extremely calm again, like a volcano erupting for a moment, and suddenly became dead silent again. The change of mood So fast that it scares even myself.He has spent his whole life as a dog, but it seems that he has really become a big shot at this moment.Jack watched the guards approaching and looked at him with the same vigilance. He coughed twice, and then he heard the words from his throat, so calm: "I want to see Batman."

Before the guards gag him, he repeats, word for word, like stone: "I hid a dirty bomb downtown. Now, I want to see Batman. Immediately, immediately."

"System prompt: You have achieved the achievement 'Fraud', and you have obtained an item: A random lucky draw chance in the Arkham Asylum shop*2."

Can Batman be trusted?

The soldiers with live ammunition pointed their guns at his forehead, while the medical staff put a heavy chain suit on him, Jack closed his eyes and thought.

Batman’s original comics have a history of 80 years, and various settings and parallel worlds derived from it emerge in endlessly. Aside from those black-label works and the dark multiverse, the main world alone has been restarted many times and overthrown. , the life experience and experience of the main characters are not the same in the immovable version, not to mention the differences in different subject matter carriers such as comics, derivative games, and animation adaptations.Even DC's own father, Batman himself, has more or less personality differences in different works.Batman in all works cannot be simply regarded as the same person. Under the shaping and influence of a large number of works, Batman is not just a simple person, but an idealized personification, a representative of human beings. A totem figure of will and noble character.

This is the problem that Jack has to face now. There are so many parallel worlds for Batman. In some worlds, Batman can hide from Omega rays. In some worlds, Batman can't even defeat the Riddler. Batman of the world is simply insane.He couldn't be sure if he had the misfortune to cross over to one of them, and then—how could he tell whether the Batman in his world could be trusted?

If the Joker is really alive and sharing the same body as him, then the only person in the world who can control him is Batman.

Jack wears heavy handcuffs and shackles, and puts on a special straitjacket. The thick fabric is mixed with braided thin steel wires, and the strong belt is tightly buckled around the shoulders and behind the back.Even if the one wearing the straitjacket is a cow, it has to be as honest as a newborn lamb.In order to prevent him from escaping, he wears a special electric shock collar around his neck, and there are lifeless electric shock devices on his handcuffs and shackles. Once he tries to escape, the high-voltage current will stun him.

He was silent along the way, his golden eyes kept rolling, assessing Arkham's security system.

The clown's cell is located in the deepest part of the Arkham Asylum. It is circular in shape, hanging alone on a huge deep pit, surrounded by high cliffs, and only connected by a wire fence bridge for two people to walk. connected to the outside world.From the prison cell to the relatively outer area, you need to pass through three automatic gates, each of which is an iron gate as thick as a brick, using an extremely heavy old-fashioned iron bar latch, and crossing each gate requires a double system and manual work. Check, the real one can't even fly out.

This is a special cell, which is specially used to hold dangerous prisoners. Currently, only clowns are placed in special cells.

This dangerous prisoner enjoys the treatment of a nuclear power plant reactor. Jack even saw an extremely thick iron containment shell outside the cell. According to the procedure, the thick iron walls were lowered to cover the entire cell, and then the only iron bridge was raised, turning the special cell into an island suspended in the sea of ​​void.This ancient and clumsy technology is still useful today, after all, the clown is an ordinary person, he can't change his wings to fly over.

In the past, he always thought that Arkham was paper, and it would break after a little time. Now it seems that he was wrong to blame it. It is really qualified as a prison, but if it can't hold it, the prisoners are hanging on the wall.

The sound of the chains rubbing against the floor tiles was extremely ear-piercing. He lowered his head, crossed his arms in front of his chest, hugged his shoulders, and bent his body. Guards surrounded him with guns. Outside the lunatic asylum, the guards pressed down on the brim of their hats and led him into the consultation room deep in the corridor.

There was only one table and chair in the consultation room, and he was pushed to sit on the chair, facing the only bare lamp on the table.The guards locked the chains on his hands and feet to the ground, retreated silently, and closed the heavy iron door.

After a long silence, Jack looked straight ahead, deep in the darkness: "Bat."