After holding the thigh and overturning the car [Zhong Yingmei]

Laila felt that the clown in Jin's memory must have added a beauty filter.Although the faces of both of them were covered with oil paint, they couldn't see their real appearance, but the clown in Jin's memory was much prettier than the clown in front of him.And the clown in Jin's memory gave her a somewhat familiar feeling, but the one in front of her didn't have it at all.

The clown on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Laila's gaze, and imagined the panicked expression on Laila's face, and began to laugh fiercely, "Are you scared? Sweetheart?"

Lyra was still watching the clown carefully.Why are there two identical faces? The clown in Jin's memory is prettier than the one in front of him. That's why he heard the clown's words.

Why does this clown seem so retarded.

Lila looked at the clown opposite him speechlessly, and said in a very indifferent voice: "I'm really scared, I'm going to be scared to death."

The clown felt that something was wrong. Although the person opposite said that he was scared, judging by her expression, it was clear that she was not scared.

Before the clown could answer, Laila continued: "I thought only the villains described in it would laugh like a jerk? I finally met a real person today. You really don't think the jerk laugh Isn’t the voice scary at all, is it even funny? It’s like an adolescent boy whose vocal cords are not fully developed and who is still trying to imitate adults.”

The clown simply froze.Ever since he became what he is now, everyone would tremble and beg for mercy when they saw him. This was the first time someone scolded him... By the way, what did she scold him for?

"Say it again?" The clown grinned, with a strange expression on his face.

"I said, you look so pretty when you smile, as pretty as a mentally retarded person."

The clown didn't know how to answer the question for a while, he was silent for a while, and asked, "Are you not afraid of me at all?"

"Can you still rush out and beat me up?" Laila asked back.

The clown was silent again.

The clown and Laila just looked at each other silently until after a while, the clown asked, "What did you see?"

"See what?" Laila's face was full of question marks, "Has no one ever seen that you are mentally retarded before?"

... There is no way to answer this!

The clown felt that if he continued to talk to the person opposite, he would die young. He silently returned to his bed, lay down, and faced the wall.

The only person she could talk to ignored her, and Laila felt a sense of loneliness sweep over her.

Leila, who had nothing to do, began to think about how to escape from the prison again. After thinking about it, she felt that she had no way to get out of the prison because she still had this hot chicken system, even if the prison looked extremely low-level.

The best way is to find someone to help.

Lyra's eyes fell on the clown in the opposite cell again.

"Hey, aren't you going to come out of this at all?" Lyra asked. "It's so boring in here, and it's so fun outside."

The clown sat up from the bed again, "If I go out, the first thing I will do is kill you."

"Do we have any deep hatred..." Laila's expression was extremely innocent. She stood in the corner of the cell, looking weak, helpless and pitiful. "How do you say, we have been neighbors too, how can you bear to treat your poor neighbor like this?"

clown:……

"I guess your abilities are probably concentrated in your mouth?" The clown's voice came out from the iron door of the prison cell, and echoed in this empty place, sending out echoes.

"Maybe." Laila spread her hands. "There are many people who are closed to themselves because they can't answer my words. Of course, I know that you must not have such poor mental endurance as those people, otherwise you would not be a clown."

"I guess the person who arranged the room for you must have ulterior motives."

"If I told you that I came for you, would you believe me?" Lyra had said so many things, and this was the only one that was serious and true, but it was obvious that the Joker didn't believe it at all.

"To piss me off?" The clown asked back, "If Batman finds more people like you, talking non-stop beside me, maybe one day I really can't think about jumping off the roof of Wayne Building." go down."

"Then before you jump down, can you help me open the door first?"

The clown cursed inwardly.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore, when will people come.Or just give him another room.

"Honestly," Lyra asked, "do you really have no plans to get out of here?"

"Sweetheart, you have to pay a price if you want to know my plan." The clown felt that he finally had the right to speak.

"So... what do you want me to pay?" Laila put her hand on the iron door, "I'm in a cell now, but I can't do anything."

The clown made his request without the slightest hesitation: "Sweetheart, as long as you shut up and don't talk to me again, if I'm in a good mood, I'll answer your questions at night."

Laila made a movement of her mouth being sealed by the zipper, and finally stretched out her hand to open the invisible zipper a little, "The last question, what if you regret it in a bad mood?"

The clown's smile was set on the oil-painted face, looking a little horrified: "Sweetheart, I'm in a bad mood right now."

Lyra zipped her mouth shut again.

Although the clown told Laila to shut up, but Laila would definitely not shut up. At most, the object of harassment was changed from the clown to the nameless system.

The room was so oppressive, if he remained silent, the system would be bored to death.

If the system didn't abide by the rules and eavesdropped on Laila's heart, it would definitely scold. It wished it could be quieter!Obviously Laila herself is too boring!

But the system is a good system, even if it is provoked by Laila, it will not do something to eavesdrop on the host's inner thoughts, so it is destined to bear the blame.

Although the system has temporarily shut down the microphone, it doesn't bother Leila to harass it unilaterally in her mind.

"Total, do you have anything like a system mall?"

The system does not have a mall, and the system does not speak.

Just as Laila started knocking on the iron bars of her room door, a man in a white coat knocked on the door in front of Laila, "Follow me."

The cell door opened as Lyra wanted, but it was clear that now was not a good time to escape.The little brother next to him with a gun doesn't look like an easy mess.

As soon as Leila walked out of the cell, she was put on a pair of cold handcuffs.

"You don't need the handcuffs," Laila said. "I'll be very obedient. These handcuffs are so cold, I don't like them."

"Be more obedient." The man in the white coat lightly patted Laila's face with a gun and locked the handcuffs.

"You're really too much." With her hands cuffed, Laila couldn't rub her flushed cheeks, she could only look at the man accusingly. "It's fine if you don't take the handcuffs, but you can take pictures of my face if you want!"

The white coat didn't pay attention to Laila any more, he motioned for the little brother with the gun to go ahead, and he walked at the end.

Walking along the long corridor, passing the dark mottled walls, when reaching the end of the corridor, the white coat passed the corner, without squinting, the hand hanging by the side stretched out, clenched into a fist, and stretched out again, The action is repeated twice.

The clown in the cell sat on the bed, staring at the obvious black spot on the white wall, staring blankly.Then he jumped out of bed suddenly and kicked the iron door hard.

It's not the first time the Joker has gone mad and no one cares about him.

On the other side, Laila was taken into a cramped small room, where a woman also wearing a white coat was sitting.

The woman called out a code name that left Laila dumbfounded.

Speaking of which, everyone in Arkham doesn't seem to be called by their real names. Everyone has a cool-sounding code name, such as clown, scarecrow, and poison ivy.But... the original owner's code name is too stupid!

Laila said she never wanted to hear the code name again.She sincerely looked at the woman across from her and said, "I thought about it, now that I have come to Arkham, I have started a new life. You should stop calling me that, and call me Jin by my real name." Bar."

The woman on the opposite side looked confused: "Jin, are you kidding? Didn't you decide on this name after thinking about it for a long time before you came to Arkham?"

After the woman said this, Laila thought belatedly that she seemed to have seen this woman in the original owner's memory, and she knew the original owner.This time, the original owner was able to take advantage of the clown to make trouble, pretend to be one of the clown's subordinates, and enter Arkham, and has an inseparable relationship with this woman.Laila rummaged through her memory for a long time, and finally came up with the woman's name.

"Daisy," Laila called out the woman's name, "I found that Arkham is not as good as I imagined, and I don't seem to like clowns as much as I imagined. Can you find a way to help me get out of here? "

In the original owner's memory, Daisy was a psychiatrist specially hired by Arkham. With Daisy's help, it shouldn't be so difficult for her to leave Arkham.After all, compared to other criminals in Arkham, what the original owner did can be said to be very small.

Daisy looked at Lyra in embarrassment, then she sighed and her eyes became firm. "Kim, I'm glad you finally figured it out. I'll find a way to help you."

After that, Daisy and Lila stayed in the small room and talked for a while.This time, Daisy met Laila under the guise of giving him psychological counseling. Of course, she had to do a full set of acting.

As she left this room, Laila was full of hope for the future.

In Jin's memory, Daisy was a very powerful friend, so he was able to help her sneak into the clown's men, participated in that huge trouble, and successfully entered Arkham.And now that she wanted to leave Arkham, the original owner hadn't committed any major crimes, and with Daisy's help, it should be more effective.

Laila thought happily: The system is honest with me, this is really a novice task.Thinking about it this way, wouldn't she be able to go home tomorrow after rounding it up?

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