Chapter 2347: Psychic Assault (33)

Chapter 2378 Psychic Assault (Thirty-three)

The Joker looked up at the room in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, from a modern perspective or a classical perspective, this place should not be called a ward. It would be more appropriate to call it a presidential suite.

So Bruce Wayne spent so much time turning this place into a hotel, the Joker thought, and he also said so, "How much does Wayne need to eliminate his conscience in this way?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I think I reminded you that this hospital has quite complete monitoring and security facilities. If you have some extreme words, the monitoring footage may be used as evidence to accuse you of defamation."

The Joker threw himself into the sofa, stared at the nurse's face for a long time, and then said, "Is this the only expression you have?"

"I'm sorry, but this is... It's a job requirement. Do you need anything else? "

"Will I have a roommate?"

"Considering the evaluation of your condition by the last hospital that admitted you, no, sir, you will live alone."

"Where should I go for dinner?"

"There is a cafeteria downstairs, but if you want to eat in your room, you can also ring the bell."

"Okay, I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while." The Joker waved his hand and wanted to send the nurse away, but he knew that the nurses in the mental hospital would not let him go so easily. They usually made sure that he took the medicine and fell asleep before leaving.

As a result, the nurse turned around and left.

The Joker stared at her back with a gloomy face. Although he didn't know what Batman was talking about, he knew that if he wavered in his plan because of this, he would be fooled by him.

The Joker went to jail to find the gangster boss Faconi.

The Joker was not a nobody. After all, he had just planned a major bank robbery, but when it came to threats to the city or the Wayne Group, he was not even in the top ten on the list.

Batman doesn't know who he is now, so the performances and games he carefully prepared will not be taken seriously. If he wants Batman to play games with him, he must eliminate those who are in front of him.

Gangster boss Ficonnie is now a thorn in the side of Gotham's white road. He is no longer satisfied with drug trafficking, but plans to join forces with Scarecrow to sell some kind of nerve agent. It is conceivable that this will offend many people, especially Batman.

But Batman should not be attracted by such people. He should come to see his performance. So the only way to attract Batman's attention now is to kill Ficonnie.

But this guy is not stupid. He knows how many people are tabooed by his new business, but he is unwilling to give up the huge benefits. So he thought of a smart way, that is, hiding in a mental hospital, but he can't hide for too long.

The Joker opened the door and looked around. He saw the surveillance camera, but he didn't care. It was because he was a nobody now that no one would treat him as an important person, and naturally no one would watch him through the surveillance camera 24 hours a day.

He went out, closed the door quietly, and walked down the stairs. During the time, he met a nurse and said he was going downstairs to eat. No one stopped him.

This place really looks more and more like a hotel. The clown thought that no mental hospital in the world would let patients run around in the corridor.

The clown went downstairs and began to look for the front desk, but the first problem he faced was that this hospital was too big. The corridors were like a maze, and there were no instructions or maps.

The clown wandered around here for a long time and didn't find the place he wanted to find. Seeing that it was getting darker and darker, the clown had to walk and ask all the way. It took a long time to find the front desk.

At this time, there was no one at the front desk. The clown naturally turned in and started looking for the patient list. After flipping through a few pages of paper, he found the name of Ficonni, which showed that he lived in Room 2061 on the second floor.

It was dinner time, and the patients were all going downstairs. After the crowd left, the clown staggered to the second floor.

It took him a while to find room 2061. He reached out and pulled the door, only to find it locked. This was not surprising. It was impossible for Ficonnie to survive until now without any vigilance.

The Joker wanted to pick the lock, and then he encountered his second difficulty. All the locks here were electronic locks, and there were no interlocking holes.

But if he wanted to find the control room, he would probably have to walk for another hour. He suspected that Bruce Wayne had turned the entire island into a huge mental hospital, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why there were hundreds of rooms on one floor.

If he couldn't walk through the door, he could only climb through the window. The Joker came to the bathroom on this floor, climbed out of the window, and moved along the outer wall towards room 2061.

After he climbed for a long time, he found that there was not only no one in the room, but also no trace of human activity. No one had lived in this room at all.

The Joker had to climb back again. When he walked back to the front desk, it was almost midnight. The nurse on night duty was sleeping there. The Joker didn't want to trigger the alarm, so he had to walk up and knock on the table.

"Hello, I'm a patient on the 4th floor. I'm lost. Why is this damn hospital so big? Can you take me back?"

The nurse looked up hazily, and was not surprised to see the clown's face. She stood up and said, "Okay, it's really hard to walk here. Come with me. Why are you staying here?"

"After dinner, I wanted to walk around here, but I got lost until now. I have never stayed in such a hospital. It's really big."

The nurse smiled professionally and took him upstairs. The clown chatted with her all the way, and the topic turned to Ficonni.

"He is too famous. I heard that he was sent here because he deliberately insulted the judge in court. He is really bold."

"Bold?" The nurse shook her head, smiled and said, "He is not here at all."

"Why? The verdict in the news said he should come..."

"Yes, he came, but after seeing the label of the dressing room, he cried and howled and asked to go to prison, otherwise he would sue us for illegal abuse. The manager had no choice but to let him go to Blackgate Prison."

The clown was stunned.

After a pause, he held the handrail tightly with a ferocious expression. He should have thought of it earlier. He was a poor man with nothing. Even if there were hundreds of thousands of dollars on his CB card, he would not be able to pay it back until he died, and there was no inheritance that could be liquidated.

But Feconni had a family and a business. He was a glutton who could fight against the entire Gotham white society for the benefit of new drugs. How could he accept the blatant scam of a shirt for $50,000?

"Excuse me, how much is the presidential suite here per night?"

"The presidential suite is not an ordinary ward, but a premium ward that provides special care for critically ill patients. The fee is based on the number of occupants, and the average price is $300,000 per person."

"One night?"

"Yes, sir, it includes all service fees, cleaning fees, taxes, premium access thresholds, and special rescue services, but medical expenses are not included. However, we provide special medical packages for patients in premium wards..."

The Joker couldn't listen anymore. He grabbed the nurse, strangled her neck and took her down. Regardless of the nurse's struggle, he took the nurse directly to the hall and shouted, "I want to be discharged!! Send me to... Go to jail, or I'll kill her!!! "

Immediately, a security guard rushed in, and a man in a suit who looked like a manager stretched out his hands to comfort her: "No, no, no, sir, if you are dissatisfied with our service, you can tell us, please don't hurt anyone."

"I want to be discharged from the hospital, I want to go to jail."

"But your sentence..."

"I don't have a mental illness, I say it again, I want to be re-examined, I want to go to jail!!!"

"Okay, okay, we will contact the police immediately, please wait a moment, the police will be here soon."

Two hours later, the clown got on the police car as he wished, and then changed to a prison van, which drove all the way to Blackgate Prison.

Then the clown saw two smiling prison guards again.

The clown especially wanted to ask, what the hell are you laughing at?

"Sir, this way is the dressing room." The prison guard opened the door for the clown and said, "Welcome to the Blackgate Special Custody Prison. Since the prison was completely renovated and rectified, it has been implementing a smiling service, and it will definitely make all guests who come here feel the most comfortable and satisfactory prison experience."

The clown stretched out a hand to stop him from continuing, and said, "Blackgate Prison should be a prison of the federal government, right?"

"It used to be." The prison guard replied, "But because of years of poor management and continuous losses, the government could not afford it, so it was sold to the Wayne Group. The Wayne Group is determined to build a more humane and more humane prison. We will definitely provide you with..."

"Where is Ficonnie?!" the clown asked.

"Sorry, sir, but if you want to communicate with your cellmates, you must first purchase a communication data package."

"I just want to know if he is in prison!"

"Sorry, to check his name, you also need to register as a member of the Blackgate Special Custody Service System. The membership fee is 2999 US dollars a month. In addition to the query service, we also provide you with..."

The clown punched the prison guard in the face.

The next second he was pressed to the ground. This was not a mental hospital. The two prison guards who rushed up punched him in the face and chest. The Joker screamed, and it seemed that his cheekbones and ribs were broken.

Blood flowed down his forehead. He saw one of the prison guards stand up straight, pick up the intercom and say to the other side: "There is a guest here who has a sudden mental illness. Call an ambulance."

After the ambulance came, a nurse took the $30,000 bill with a smile on her face and asked the Joker to sign. The Joker did not move, and she took the Joker's hand and signed it.

The ambulance sent the Joker back to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Two smiling nurses and doctors got on the car and conducted an examination. After giving a bill of $5,670, they said that they had to solve the organic lesions first, that is, to treat the cheekbones and ribs first.

They called another ambulance, and the ambulance issued another bill. The ambulance sent the Joker to Wayne Hospital.

The doctor from Wayne Hospital got on the car and conducted an examination. He issued a bill, saying that without the approval of the police department, they could not provide medical care to the prisoners serving their sentences.

So the Wayne Group called another ambulance, sent the Joker to Blackgate Prison, and issued a bill.

After several doctors came to the medical station of Blackgate Prison to examine him, they said that we had no way to treat such serious injuries here, and we had to go to a professional hospital for examination, and then left a bill.

When another ambulance came, the Joker had completely laid flat.

The reason was simple. Ficonni was lying next to him, and judging from the degree of blood loss, he had been lying here for at least 60 rounds.

In the original comics of Batman and Superman, the first sentence Batman said was actually "I loved you... Clark."

In every comic, these two made pure love regardless of occasion or place.