Chapter 75 27 It Is the Fate of the Protagonist to Encounter Problems Wherever He Goes [1050]

Chapter 75 27. It is the fate of the protagonist to have problems wherever he goes - [1050]

(Additional update for the brothers of "The Insolence of Midsummer")

Harley Quinzel takes Mason all the way to Arkham Asylum.

It was the end of the day, and Mason could see many employees working here leaving in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces were undisguised as if they were escaping from hell.

The mental state of these employees like runaway dogs in the second half made Mason once again feel that some indescribable "aura" of Arkham was coming.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Klein!"

When entering the office on the second floor, Harley greeted a middle-aged doctor who was clocking in after get off work.

The latter raised his head and showed a gentle and polite smile. Wearing very elite-style business glasses, he immediately saw Mason behind Harley.

This confused Dr. Klein, who had been working at Arkham Asylum for several years. He pushed up his glasses and asked in a magnetic voice:

"Harry, who is this?"

"He's my cousin."

Dr. Harley replied with a normal expression:

"I want to come to my workplace and take a look, and spend the night with me on duty. You know, due to the schedule, I am the only attending doctor on duty tonight."

"Oh, is that so?"

Looking at Mason's obvious yellow skin color and looking at Harley Quinzel, who is as white as a swan, a strange light flashed in Dr. Klein's eyes.

But acquiesced to this terrible lie.

He pushed up his glasses and said softly:

"This seems a little against the hospital's regulations, but it's okay. A young and beautiful lady like you always needs a flower protector.

Especially spending the night in Arkham.

Have a nice shift tonight, Harley, and I'll bring you some coffee tomorrow morning. But please remember that the office is under surveillance, so if you two want to talk about something private, remember to go outside. "

"Thank you, Dr. Klein, your coffee always heals my tired heart."

Harley made a joke and watched Dr. Klein leave with the black suitcase. When she pushed open the office door, she found Mason still standing outside the door, looking at Klein who was leaving with a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?"

The female doctor brushed her blond hair that was spread over her shoulders and asked softly:

"You also think Dr. Klein is a gentleman, right? He is the star doctor at Arkham Asylum, and many nurses like him very much.

It's a pity that his style is not my favorite. "

"Yes, he is indeed very gentlemanly and elegant. He is full of a sense of superiority of the upper class without being annoying."

Mason shrugged and said:

"Especially when he's not wearing a mask."

"Mask? What mask?"

Harley put on a doctor's white coat, tied up her hair and said curiously:

"Doctor Klein doesn't have a mask."

"That's because you haven't seen it before. Of course, it's best not to expect to see it."

Mason didn't say much on the subject.

His nose moved when he entered Harley's office. There was a very special aroma in this small office, like incense used during meditation.

The young man asked:

"What is this scent?"

"Oh, the deodorant Dr. Klein gave me is said to have been found when he traveled abroad. It's found in every office."

Harley prepared the materials needed for the night shift and answered while busy:

"It smells nice, right? Before I used your vitality potion, this soothing fragrance helped me get through the stress."

Mason didn't answer.

He frowned slightly and looked at the prompt on the translucent character card in front of him:

"The intrusion of harmful gas has been detected, and alchemy analysis has revealed that it is a 'trace hallucinogen'. This item can cause subtle changes in the mental state of long-term inhalers, making them more likely to enter a state of absence, sluggishness, or being charmed."

"The Scarecrow's hallucinogens, maybe the Joker's toxins, plus the pressure brought by other Arkham patients. With so many powerful front-line villains serving you alone, how can normal people dare to enjoy this blessing?" ?

No wonder Harley Quinn was born in this place. "

Mason vomited in his heart and walked to the window and opened it to let the smell in the office disperse.

He turned to Harley, who seemed to be in a good mood while humming a song, and said:

"Take me to the place where you usually talk to patients. If Zhou Keer wants to use drugs to put you into hypnosis, it must be when you are alone with him."

Hearing the name "Mr. J" made Harley Quinzel, who was originally in a good mood, bite her lip. After it became clear that she had been subjected to vicious hypnosis, the female doctor was very resistant to contact with anything related to the madman.

But she's clearly starting to trust Mason.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up, handed Mason a white coat and motioned for him to put it on.

The two people walked towards the dedicated psychological treatment room of Arkham Asylum. Although this place is notorious and the main building is an old building that is more than 130 years old, the facilities of the asylum are not as good as the long-term donations from the Wayne Group and other organizations. Difference.

Each doctor has a dedicated treatment room and even a relaxation room stocked with snacks.

However, this kind of generous treatment still failed to retain the hearts of doctors. The turnover rate in this lunatic asylum is quite alarming. There are only a handful of people like Dr. Klein who have worked here for more than three years.

The most outrageous thing is based on the "grapevine" that Halle shared on the road.

It is said that several unlucky doctors who were too responsible or too involved in the drama did not have time to submit their resignation reports, and they themselves became one of the long-term patients of this lunatic asylum.

That damn joke actually came true in Arkham.

The patient was not cured and the doctor went crazy.

"It's right here."

Harley took a deep breath and pushed open the door to her private treatment room.

Mason walked in and didn't smell a strange smell, and the room was also cleaned very well.

He carefully observed every furnishing in the room like a detective. Under Harley's slightly worried gaze, Mason quickly noticed a clown doll on the table.

He carefully put on medical gloves and picked up the thing. After kneading it, he raised his head and glanced at Harley standing at the door.

bass.

A pocket knife popped out of Mason's hand and poked into the stitches of the doll. He put his hand in and fumbled around, and took out a very small bottle.

"I guess this was given to you by Zhou Ke'er as well? As some kind of 'proof of friendship' between the patient and the doctor?"

Mason threw the tattered clown doll into the trash can, held the little finger-sized thing between his fingers, looked up and said something casually.

The last illusion in Harley Quinzel's heart was completely shattered. She leaned against the door weakly and covered her face.

The truth always hurts so much.

She has been very responsible and trying hard to calm the patient's emotions, but her vicious patient only wants to harm her.

Only one-third of the liquid in the vial in Mason's hand was left, and the label information appeared in a flash:

Joker's Neurotoxin (Diluted)

Quality: Epic alchemical creation (poison)·Exquisite craftsmanship

Efficacy: The toxin carefully prepared by the Joker, when used in large amounts in gas form, will cause death by inhaling too much life in a short period of time and leave the iconic smile.

When used in trace amounts, it will destroy the target's brain, causing its mental state and thinking patterns to become uncontrollable.

The diluted clown toxin is still highly hallucinogenic, and Zhou Keer often uses it with crazy spiritual guidance to create loyal followers or playthings for herself.

Producer: Zhou Keer

Item description: The next victim of this thing should be named "Harley Quinn" No. 17.

Tip: The recipe is being analyzed, and the estimated completion time is [77 hours].

"Nice windfall."

Mason showed an interesting smile, put the clown toxin in his hand into the bag hidden on his waist, then took off his medical gloves and stepped forward to pull up the absent-minded Dr. Harley.

He said:

“I don’t know what you medical students were taught when you were in school, but as far as I’m concerned I might be interested in a fantasy world as seen through the eyes of a mentally ill person, but I’m definitely not trying to think the way they see the world.

Only the same kind can understand the same kind, but you want to understand Zhou Keer and cure him?

What a crazy idea. "

The young man shook his head and said to the female doctor:

"That's it for tonight, I suddenly realized that I might not be ready to meet Zhou Ke'er, and I don't want to anger Batman because of a madman.

It's time for us to go.

You're looking terrible right now, maybe you need a little cheer or a glass of wine? I happen to know a nice bar. "

"I'm going to confront him! I'm going to expose his tricks!"

Harley held Mason's hand tightly and whispered in a pleading voice:

"You come with me, okay? Just give me courage outside the door. I don't dare to go alone."

"Why not if it's just to be emboldened?"

Mason did not refuse the request.

He very gentlemanly helped Harley Quinzel, whose legs were weakening, take the elevator to the bottom floor of Arkham Asylum.

These are all single wards for "VIP customers".

A random person from among them could become a supervillain in other cities, but in Gotham he can only stay in his cell in humiliation like being "collected by Bat Boy".

Only by seeing this spectacular "collection" in person can you truly understand Batman's terrifying presence in the city. But now this place seems quiet at this time of night, far from the most "lively" time of the day.

It is said that you can develop "super hearing" in Arkham, and the guys here always like to mess around in the middle of the night.

Standing in front of the ward marked "JOKER" on the door, Harley breathed heavily. She glanced at Mason, who was standing in the shadows next to her, and the latter made an encouraging gesture to her.

So the female doctor mustered up the courage to step forward, clenched her fist and banged it a few times. Then, a somewhat funny but powerful voice sounded from inside:

"Who? Who is so rude? Can't you even learn to knock on the door?"

"It's me! Harley Quinzel!"

Harley yelled.

Zhou Keer's voice became cheerful, and he said in a longer voice:

"Well, look who's here, my old baby Quinn! Have you come to visit your little sweetheart?"

But his voice suddenly became vicious again:

"Go away, you are not my little baby anymore, witch! Ever since you tried to cure me with that damn potion, God, how could there be such a vicious person in this world?

Won't you allow me to enjoy my chaotic but pure happy time?

get out!

The evil witch Harley!

We broke up, and I will find another cutie in this 'palace' who is willing to accompany me on my way to madness. I have many alternative targets. "

"No! Zhou Ke'er! I dumped you! You son of the beach!"

The angry Harley banged the iron door and shouted:

"I'm not going to be hypnotized by your tricks anymore, you crazy bastard! You hate drugs that make you sober, right? Good!

I will bring them to greet you every day from now on, until the day I cure you! "

"Hey, look, what kind of third-rate doctor is this, so unprofessional? How could you yell at a patient like this? I should really complain to Dr. Klein about you."

Zhou Keer was not embarrassed but replied cheerfully,

But he changed the topic and said:

"You stupid woman will never be able to discover my outstanding joke. Someone must be helping you. Who is outside! Talk! Ha, I thought this game was over, but I didn't expect it to take another interesting turn. .

It turns out that some troublesome guy is competing with me for the soul and personality of the lovely Harley. Are you trying to snatch her away from the happy world I created?

You think beautifully! "

The clown's voice became sharp and vicious. He kicked the iron door crazily and shouted:

"Let's keep playing and I'll show you the birth of the most perfect Harley Quinn!

Although I will definitely get tired of playing with her and then come up with a genius idea to make her disappear in an accident, just like the sixteen cuties who loved me so much before.

I hate assholes who interrupt the game.

I want to kill.

Well, why kill?

How interesting, you were outside, and I heard little Harley's beating heart. The poor girl thought she had found a backer and was no longer afraid of the big bad guy.

How naive.

Harley, Harley, my poor Harley, come on, tell me, what time is it? "

The female doctor lowered her head to look at her watch but was grabbed by Mason. Then a silver-gray invisibility cloak came down, covering the two of them in place and disappearing into the shadows.

"Shh!"

Mason made a silent movement towards Harley Quinzel, who looked frightened. He felt strong uneasiness from the clown's words. Not from the clown, but from the outside world!

The thing he'd been waiting for was about to happen.

Right now!

The clown was not discouraged when he did not receive an answer. He leaned against the wall of his ward and said to the people outside the wall as if he were sharing something that made him feel distressed:

"Those bastards have been contacting me recently. Even though I strangled three of them to death, they still persisted. They repeatedly told me a mysterious prophecy, saying that the end was coming.

Hey, who cares?

Well, they also said they killed Batman, damn it! I do not believe!

No one can kill Batman.

except me.

Yes.

Only I have this ability.

Run, Harley and your new master, run! If it's not yet half past seven, you still have time to escape.

But if you are not lucky enough."

"boom"

A loud bang interrupted the Joker's words.

A violent explosion occurred on the surface of Arkham Asylum amidst the shaking of the entire ground, and then Mason heard the low roar of some kind of rapid-fire weapon and one or two shrill screams.

Dr. Harley Quinzel in his arms was now terrified.

He hugged Mason tightly and didn't dare to let go, even holding his breath as if he was afraid that something bad would happen again.

"Well, it seems you're not lucky enough."

Amidst the continuous explosions, Zhou Keer's gloating voice came from the other side of the wall. He said:

"They took action. They are really a group of people who do what they say. They don't need a second longer. They have a great sense of time! I began to appreciate them.

Run!

Silly boy, run away.

All the freaks in this palace will be released. They have made a deal with the doomsdayers who want to ignite Gotham, and they will become the vanguard of the apocalypse.

except me.

I've always hated crowded places.

You don’t have to worry about me either.

I'll wait for my friend Batman to save me.

I hope we have another chance to meet again, Hallie, our story is not over yet, little cutie, you will eventually fall in love with me, I promise, hahahahaha!

Hahahaha! "

The familiar and iconic maniacal laughter echoed in the explosions getting closer and closer to the ground, like a signal that woke up other clients in the VIP ward at the bottom of Arkham Asylum.

They cursed and banged on the iron gate.

They are also looking forward to the arrival of magic weapons from those guys who have extended invitations to them in the past few days, giving them a chance to be free and display their "ambition".

In the invisibility cloak, under the horrified gaze of Harley Quinzel, the expressionless Mason picked up the cell phone in his hand that he had opened and dialed three minutes ago, and said to the other side:

"Did you hear everything?"

"Well, I'll get ready right away."

Butler Alfred's elegant London accent remained calm even at this moment. He asked briefly:

"Do I need to provide you with support?"

"No need."

Mason replied:

"I can leave safely. Don't let Batman show up yet! He hasn't fully recovered yet. Wait for me to come over and join him."

After the call was disconnected, the young man glanced at Dr. Harley, who was trembling in his arms.

He smiled helplessly and said:

"Alas, I had other things to do tonight. But now, let's start the journey to escape from Arkham."