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"You...you...don't cry, woooo..." Harleen Quinzel was a little dumbfounded by Mu Qiu, and it started raining himself.

Mu Qiu glanced at Harleen Quinzel secretly, and sighed in relief.

Now Harleen Quinzel feels the same, and when Joker tells her this old story again, she won't be that easy to lie.

He more or less wanted Harleen Quinzel even if he became a Joker woman, he should not be too in love with his brain. No matter how male or female licking the dog, it will not end well.

"Doctor...Doctor... Harleen? You calm down, okay...?" After a while, Mu Qiu comforted Harleen Quinzel, not knowing what happened to the woman or something, crying Can't stop.

"Uuuuuuuuuu...let, I...a person...slowly...slowly, ah...uuuuu..." Harleen Quinzel kept sobbing, pointing to the door, meaning to send Guest.

"All right..."

Mu Qiu smiled kindly at Harleen Quinzel and walked out of the consulting room.

He was walking towards the cell, and there happened to be a guard walking in that direction.

This man... an old acquaintance, just call him the cafeteria guard.

When the canteen guard received a call for help, it was actually collecting the corpse.

The "birthday gift" Joker gave to Mu Qiu was opened by his inmates, and the dead one was ugly.

The cafeteria guards are shifting this area today, yes, they have caught up again.

"Hey, isn't your kid in the cell?" The canteen guard saw Mu Qiu and thought.

Isn't this Conan? Where is Deadman's Conan, who just received the news that three died, is this prisoner not at the scene? It's a bit unscientific.

"Ah...Brother guard, I went to the clinic, where are you going in a hurry?"

Mu Qiu looked at the guards in a hurry, and said in doubt.

"Hurt! Don't mention it, I received the news that three more people died, uh... why should I add another one?" The guard touched the back of his head.

"Oh... this way."

Mu Qiu didn't really want to get close to others, he slowed down and let the cafeteria guard take a step first.

When Mu Qiu walked to the cell, there was a circle of people around the cell door.

Mu Qiu pushed away from the crowd and looked inside. Good fellow, the guard is undergoing an injury test.

"What's the situation?" Mu Qiu asked the person next to him.

"I don't know, three prisoners suddenly died in this cell, you and they died, as if they heard some funny joke, they laughed to death." One person explained.

"You know a hammer! This is a smiley half-step! They have a smiley half-step! People who have been poisoned by this poison will be lurking in their body, and they cannot laugh and cannot walk. If they walk, their lower body will explode and die. If they laugh, they will be unable to control their smile and laugh alive! This is a necessary medicine for home travel and murder!" This person, or that blog post victim.

"Ah! It turned out to be the smiling half-step man? Is the smiling half-step maniac who dominates martial arts as well as the one-day slain?"

"Wow! You know this too?"

The two online text victims hugged again, leaving people around them speechless.

"Two neuroses! They are obviously playing hi, maybe they are playing multiplayer sports!" A man with glasses, like a brother, analyzed the cause of death.

"What is multiplayer sports?"

"You don't know this? It's just a bunch of human centipedes together!"

"Huh..." The people around had a chill.

"You stab the person in front of you, the person behind stabs you, and then the person in front finds a good angle to stab the person who stabs you, this is the human centipede..."

"Depend on!"

"do not talk!"

"roll!"

Brother Tang was thrown into the distance by a group of people, and his words were distasteful.

The canteen guard looked at the death of the three people and had an answer in his heart.

None of this group of mentally mad remarks is right.

No wonder, after all, they have been caught in Arkham for some time. I don't know that Gotham recently released a new star called Joker.

Joker has killed many people just by experimenting with this so-called laugh-gas, and the guards still understand.But isn't Joker locked up in jail? Who got this stuff?

The canteen guard thought about something strange, so he ordered the corpse collector to work, and went to the dean by himself.

In the evening, Mu Qiu's cell.

It has only been less than a week, and there are now two living people left in the original eight-person cell.

The one who cleans the toilet with his mouth doesn't count, that guy has gone crazy, and now he has been sent to a general mental hospital, and he doesn't know if it is lucky or unlucky.

Mu Qiu felt a little scared.

What's the situation? I wanted to live in a single room, but all of my inmates died. Is this what I wanted?

He glanced at the tattooed man as if looking at a poor stray dog. This guy is probably alive soon...

The tattooed man felt that someone was looking at him.

Who else can this cell contain besides himself? The Asian who died a circle of inmates after living in.

He knew he was afraid now.

Look at the fate of these inmates.

Except for one who went crazy and transferred to the hospital, the rest were dead.

One is worse than death.

The two who were hit to death by a barbell at first, suddenly went crazy and then were electrocuted to death are okay. It can be explained a bit. After all, this is a lunatic asylum, and everyone's brains are somewhat abnormal.

But the three brothers who died today were obviously murdered...

The tattooed man is scared, he really knows that he is scared.

But this is not the most scary.

The most frightening thing is that he is going to be in the same room with this terrible "Death God" tonight, and don't know when this "Death God" will start again.

Change cell? Basically a fantasy.

This is Arkham, this is a prison, and this is not in school.

Even if you want to change seats in a class, it’s not that simple...Unless the teacher agrees to move the table to the corridor, who will change it with him.

There is no way for a tattooed man to bite the bullet and tremble on his bed today, and discuss with the guard tomorrow.

He covered his head with the quilt, and he felt cold all over, shivering.

Mu Qiu looked at the movement in the quilt on the tattooed man's side and held his forehead speechlessly.

What kind of fun is this? Three inmates have just died, so you don’t have to be in awe at the scene of the crime, so why are you still doing some work? Sure enough, Arkham came out in large numbers, this kind of sexual addiction that can be hardened at the death scene is really awesome!

No words for a night.

There are fewer people in the cell, fewer Roars, and fewer smells.

Mu Qiu had a good night's sleep.

Hmm...only he had a good night's sleep.

The next day the tattooed man put a panda's eye into his eyes, and he glanced at Mu Qiu on the bed at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Death God" didn't do anything, he could find a staff member to change the cell!

Just when the tattooed man breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Qiu spoke.

This opening shocked him.

Mu Qiu tilted his head and said gloomily: "Last night... did you hear any strange noises?"

"It seems to be saying..."

"Why are we the ones who died..."

"Also, why is there a five-pointed star on this ground? There are three Arabic numbers 6 beside it."

The tattooed man glanced at the ground, there are indeed a few weird symbols, like smeared with unknown white powder...

He looked at the symbol, then at "Death God", shaking all over...fainted.

Mu Qiu patted the lime on his hands.

"Small! Don't scare you away, I will lime this place for nothing!"

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