Check In From Marvel

After eating, it was time for lunch break.

Although Mu Qiu didn't eat anything, he still had to take a compulsory rest.

He and a few former inmates were locked up in a new room. This room had a separate toilet, and the group of people could be regarded as stained by Mu Qiu's light.

But they didn't understand Hei Fat's perverted behavior before. They lived together for a few weeks, and no one found that Hei Fat had such a strange hobby. No wonder he would be caught in Arkham.

"You, the doorway."

The boss of the cell, a white man with a muscular tattoo, pointed to the bed at the door and commanded Mu Qiu.

Yes, the door is the door, as long as you are not next to the toilet, you are not staying there.

"Hey, kid, introduce yourself, how did you come in?" Mu Qiu smiled at Mu Qiu and asked a fat white guy who had been there.

Um...

How did you get in?

Mu Qiu scratched his head, "After all, I should have taken the initiative to move in."

"initiative?"

"Check in?"

"Hahaha..."

A group of prisoners were amused by the real neurosis in front of them.

There are people who come here on the initiative? The brain is really abnormal.

"Oh...Is that so?" The fat white man who had been there, squinted at Mu Qiu and nodded.

That smile...

Why does it feel so wrong?

Mu Qiu's chrysanthemum tightened and felt something, so he didn't close his eyes during the lunch break, and kept his eyes open in a daze.

Soon it was half past two.

"Jingle Bell."

A bell rang in the corridor outside the cell.

"what's going on?"

Mu Qiu sat up and asked the inmates dumbfounded.

But no one answered him.

Since there is no response, it is not a matter of importance.

Mu Qiu lay down again.

When he lay down, the remaining inmates got out of bed and began to wear shoes.

Mu Qiu had a question mark on her face, what the hell was she going to do? What do you wear shoes for? Just finished eating, didn't you? Is it...?

He was still guessing, the cell door opened automatically with a "forced" sound.

The door opened?

What is this going to do?

A group of people pushed out of the cell, and Mu Qiu followed, wanting to see what's going on.

The group walked for a few minutes and came to a large room.

When Mu Qiu looked at the room name, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Recreation Room?"

have to! Really follow the routine routine of the mental hospital to play!

Is this still a place for prisoners? Mu Qiu thought it was raining, but Arkham had left him speechless.

To speak of a mental hospital, Mu Qiu is actually quite familiar...

He is a very serious mental illness.

If you really want to talk about it, maybe there are few people in Gotham who are more ill than him.

He had lived in the mental hospital for a long time before, and he concluded that the work and rest of the Arkham Asylum should be the same as his previous hospital.

06:00-06:30 get up to wash

06:30-07:00 Hall activities

07:00-07:30 taking breakfast medicine

07:30-08:30 have breakfast

08:30-09:00 Doctors and nurses rounds

09:00-10:30 listen to music and watch TV. Chess and cards, books, magazines

10:30-11:30 lunch

11:30-14:30 lunch break14:30-15:00 Distribute snacks

15:00-16:30 Listening to music, singing, watching TV, chess and cards, books, newspapers and magazines and other entertainment activities

16:30-17:30 have dinner

17:30-19:30 listen to music and watch TV

19:30-20:30 wash in the evening

20:30-21:00 take evening medicine

This schedule was over-ripe by his back.

Now it’s after the lunch break, and it seems it’s time for snacks and entertainment.

After entering the entertainment room, what Mu Qiu saw was different from what he had imagined.

The recreation room he imagined was playing cards, watching TV, and reading books.

did not expect...

This so-called recreation room is actually a gym.

Now the people inside have begun to exercise, all sweating like rain.

Mu Qiu couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.

The daily entertainment of Arkham neuropathic patients is to exercise their muscles?

Really gay!

"Don't get in the way!"

Mu Qiu stood in a daze at the door, and he was pushed a few meters away by the people behind him and almost fell.

"Boy, what do you look at? I don't want to die!"

After pushing Mu Qiu, the man saw the other person staring at him, wondering if the Asian boy was not convinced, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to prepare for a fight.

"The person in my cell, you can move him, but you have to confess, otherwise you will get out!"

What surprised Mu Qiu was that the tattooed boss in the same cell actually grabbed the beard and bald head who pushed him.

But tattooed men are not kind.

He had a little holiday with the bearded bald head. If the other party beats the person in his cell in front of him, the tattooed man will lose face.

The bearded smiled when he saw that it was the tattooed man who was holding him back.

It is also because the younger brother has already been released from prison, and now people can't compare with tattooed men on their hands, so they can only suffer a dumb loss and lose face.

No way, here, the crowd is the cow.

Finally, the bearded man walked to the side to play with the equipment in a desperate manner.

but...

"My head is not made of dough!"

Mu Qiu walked towards Big Beard.

The beard is facing Mu Qiu, playing with a barbell, that is, doing weightlifting.

Because he just lost face, he has nowhere to vent now. He also wants to show his strength and save some face.

Just increased the weight of the barbell a little...

In fact, he can lift it now is his limit.

"Hey! Yeah! Roar!"

The beard screamed strangely, trying to attract the attention of the person who just saw his joke, intending to find a little bit of face more or less.

But everyone is practicing their own, no one pays attention to the situation here.

Seeing the opportunity, Mu Qiu rushed to the beard and shot sunflower acupuncture hands.

Now... the beard can be regarded as attracting the crowd around.

"God! Is he so good?" Passerby was surprised.

"Yeah! He has been motionless for five minutes. You see the sweat on the ground, like rain, so he is still insisting." Passer-by nodded in agreement.

"Oh my God! He's awesome..." The talking was a thin, short black man who was so gay that he made the person next to him shiver. To a certain extent, you will not start with the same sex around you...

In this regard, Mu Qiu, the man behind the scenes, didn't bother to pay attention anymore.

Most of the muscles of the bearded man were abolished, and he might not be able to lift his arms in the future.

Mu Qiu strolled around in this room called the Recreation Room Shize Gym, and there was no item suitable for his leisure time.

Seeing those instruments, he was really powerless to complain.

Is it really good for mental patients to be exposed to these things?

Besides, most of these people were caught here after committing wounding cases.

Someone really took a dumbbell and threw it at someone instead of smashing it to death?

The more Mu Qiu thought about it, the more worried he was about his situation, he chose to leave the entertainment room early.

When he left the house, he didn't expect to see his old acquaintances.

Riddler...

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