The Collection of The End

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Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

This is a huge building that looks like a Gothic castle located in the deep suburbs of Gotham City.

Although its main function is a mental hospital, the surrounding defenses are as tight as the Black Gate Prison where felons are imprisoned. The reason is that the "mental patients" here are much more dangerous than ordinary criminals.

However, no matter how dangerous the patients are and how tight the defenses are, it is still a mental hospital, and if someone offers to visit a patient, its staff cannot unreasonably refuse.

At this time, a convertible sports car suspected to be a Ferrari F50 came to the main entrance of Arkham Asylum.

The reason why I say "suspicious" is because although the main color of this car is Ferrari's classic bright red, the other half from the center line is painted black.

"Hello, Miss Kane." The doorman came over.

"Hello Frank~" Cathy Kane, still wearing a red and black dress, waved the card in her hand at him, "I made an appointment to visit Mr. Victor Freese~ This is the appointment card~"

Frank took a look, got out of the way and waved to another guard at the gate to open the door to the asylum: "Please be careful, as the 'Batman' becomes active, the prisoners here are also becoming restless."

"It's a patient~" Cathy took back the appointment card: "I'm very reassured about Arkham's security level~ What do you think~?"

"I think so too." Frank stepped aside: "Have a nice day, Miss Kane."

Cathy nodded, stopped talking, and drove into Arkham Asylum.

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A moment later, Cathy saw Victor Fries, who was all blue and wearing a bloated hospital gown in the isolation reception room.

Cathy held the microphone and looked him up and down for a while before speaking: "Hello~ [Mr. Freeze]~"

"Sorry, Miss Cathy, I'm not targeting the Kane family, it's just..." Victor paused: "What's Mr. Freeze?"

"The 'Batman' who caught you is now famous~" Cathy said: "The media with good intentions have given code names to all the 'super villains' he caught based on his code name~ And yours The name 'Mr. Freeze' is traceable~"

"What... forget it, it's not important," Victor shook his head inexplicably: "Are you coming here to tell me the news about Nora? I'm already prepared."

"Although I don't know what preparation you have made~ but I did bring Nora~" Cathy looked at Victor: "Do you want to talk to her~?"

"Hey... Any last words?" Victor sighed deeply: "She must have had a hard time these past years, the kind of days when she had no body and could only contact others through her online image... If it were me, I would probably want to Just go to sleep, she is too stressed...I should have thought of it earlier."

"Hmm~" Cathy raised her eyebrows and said in a slightly weird tone: "If this is the conclusion you came to after being imprisoned for only half a year~ then you are really a genius~"

"Stop teasing me, you can tell me what she said last without any scruples." Victor continued to sigh.

"Hmm~ I really don't know what she is going to say in the end~ You can listen to yourself~" Cathy turned to the camera in the reception room and said: "Activate [Advanced Technology Shielding]~"

"...What?" When Victor looked up blankly, he happened to see Cathy taking out a small coin-like device and placing it on the table.

The next moment, the "coin" projected a burst of strong blue light outwards, illuminating the entire reception room in a deep blue. Almost at the same time, a man with short ear-length hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a researcher's white coat appeared. An intellectual woman appears next to Victor.

"Nora!" No matter how excited Victor was, he could still confirm that it was just a holographic projection, and he didn't reach out to grab it stupidly.

"[I'm sorry, Victor,]" Nola's voice was a little intermittent: "[I love you, I am willing to accompany you from 'virtual' to 'reality', and I have the confidence to maintain my relationship with you,

But I can’t accept my ‘return to the virtual world’ and can only silently watch you working hard for me. ]"

"No, no, Nora, you are right...that was all of my own free will." Victor stared at the projection in front of him, clenching his fists.

"..." Cathy looked at this and that, then simply leaned back, folded her arms and started watching the show.

"[Perhaps you don't know that in the 'Connection Program' copied from the Citadel, you cannot sleep like in the 'Matrix'. We can only take a break during the short 'maintenance' time, which is usually 24/7 Stay awake for hours.]" Nora continued.

"This... no..." Victor seemed to have thought of something, and his already blue face turned even bluer.

"[I really love you and wish I could see you 24 hours a day, but that's impossible. You still have your own work and life. I'm already very happy that you can take time to see me every day. Satisfied,]" Nora looked at Victor affectionately: "[In order to give us special people something to do, the Citadel has built in many games and movies in the connection program, and also allows us to communicate with each other, guess what? Who are they?]"

"Could it be..." Victor's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Cathy, who nodded slowly.

"[They are people who belong to 'Zion' and 'Citadel'. They have passed away. Their families can meet them through the 'Connection Program'," Nora herself answered: "[People like me Patients with 'ALS' are in the minority, but the 'Connection Program' is not overcrowded because of this. Why do you think it is?】"

"..." Victor seemed to have thought of some possibility, his lips trembled, but he could not speak.

"[In their social networks, there is a saying circulating: 'A person will die three times in his life, when his heart stops beating, when his relatives and friends hold a funeral for him, and...the last person who remembers him Forget him,'" Nora changed the topic: "[When those 'dead souls' are no longer remembered by anyone, they often ask the Citadel to 'shut down' them. Of course, there are also some people who are addicted to games. They have been addicted to games since a long time ago. She has continued to exist to this day, and the number of out-of-print props she owns is simply exaggerated.】"

Nora's sudden change of topic and words that accidentally revealed that she had gone to play games did not disturb Victor. If Cathy was not still watching from outside, he would have cried.

"[I... am not seeking a third death. After all, my body is still alive and well.]" Nora sighed softly: "[But, I don't want to endure the boring life of only seeing you once a day. I don’t want you to work hard every day just to treat me.]”

"No! That was of my own free will! Nora! Don't leave me!" Victor finally reached out impulsively to grab it, but as expected, he caught nothing.

"[I learned from some 'predecessors' the technique of refusing to wake up after the 'maintenance' is over, just to hope that you can focus on your own life," Nora said: "[If you still remember me when I am cured, You can wake me up, otherwise, I will just fall asleep... It’s also acceptable.】"

"I can't accept it!" Victor roared with a distorted expression.

"[...]" Nora shook her head as if refusing, and turned to look at Cathy: "[Miss Cathy, I've finished my words, please turn off Victor's illusion. I have to say, 'Connect The image simulated by the program is too different from the real person. Victor will definitely not be so gaffey.】"

"...Huh?" Victor looked at Nora and then at Cathy. He was stunned for a moment, as if he was understanding the meaning of what Nora said. Then, his expression instantly changed from sadness and anger to surprise. The smile on his face gradually became more and more wild: "Hehehehe...hahahaha...hahahahaha!"

"[This is so fake...]" Nora continued to say to Cathy with a look of disgust on her face: "[You had agreed when you forcibly woke me up that I would leave a 'last word' to Victor so that he would not Taking revenge on society because of my collapse will make me officially 'dormant.'"

"Hmm~" Cathy smiled and looked satisfied after seeing a good show: "I promised you so~ but now I no longer have the right to let you sleep~"

"[What? Are you going to regret it?]" Nora's eyes widened: "[I will never serve as a novice guide in a new game again!]"

"No, no~" Nora shook her finger, leaned forward, and pushed the "coin" she just placed on the table to Victor's side: "Next, you may have to serve as the built-in AI of the mecha~"

"[What?]" Nora was still confused, but she saw Victor snatching the button. The azure blue covering the entire room disappeared instantly, and Nora's image also appeared broken and missing.

"[This is not a 'connector' but reality? This is not Victor's illusion but a real person? This environment... this is the reception room of the police station! Victor, have you taken revenge on society?!]" Finally Nora reacted and exclaimed again and again.

"...Thank you, Miss Cathy." When things have developed to this point, Victor still doesn't know what happened?

Because of her reckless behavior, Cathy ran to wake up Nora and brought her mind to him in a coin-like device.

"You're welcome~ Just go back and work hard~" Cathy waved her hand: "But I have to remind you~ Nola's current 'hardware' is a bit fragile~ If you break or lose it, it will not be able to 'synchronize' in the future~ Nola's The 'ontology' will not know the memory of getting along with you as an AI from today~"

"It won't be lost, it won't be broken," Victor said happily, holding the coin and staring at Nora, and responded casually.

"[Didn't you hear that Miss Cathy bailed you out? Victor? Victor?]" Nora said a few more words, and found that he couldn't listen to human words at all, so she turned off her holographic projection. .

"The Kane family will provide you with the conditions to develop frozen armor~" Cathy stood up: "There are enough villains~ This world needs more heroes~"

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Arkham Asylum Intensive Care Unit.

"Damn Batman! I will never be so careless next time! Damn it!"

The scarecrow was tied tightly by the restraints and placed in a sealed human-shaped container. At this moment, he was shouting at the empty room, but because he was in a confined space, his voice seemed quite dull.

Although it is a special care ward, there are no nurses or doctors in the ward except for related equipment.

After all, the Scarecrow has a criminal record. His first two escapes were caused by the use of fear gas to interfere with the lunatic asylum staff, causing them to make operational mistakes in fear. This time he was sent back in. The lunatic asylum has not yet perfected the new detention measures, so he can only Put him in a can like a can and get a caregiver in full hazmat suits to ventilate him before the oxygen inside runs out.

There is no doubt that this job is the most dangerous. After all, no one can guarantee that the fear gas will not penetrate the prepared protection.

Click.

At this moment, the door to the ward was opened, and a man wearing a long purple suit, a nondescript white coat, and a mask on his face walked in.

"Huh? With this level of protection, who do you look down on?" The scarecrow immediately turned the target of his anger: "Boy, if you dare to open my sealed cabin, I guarantee that you will cry and call your mother in five seconds!"

"Oh? Then I have to give it a try." The man in the purple suit turned his neck, walked to the sealed cabin and began to operate it randomly.

"Are you crazy?!" The scarecrow felt the air pressure inside the sealed cabin and the changes in dryness, wetness, coldness and heat, but couldn't open the door, so he cursed angrily.

"Yes, level 7 mental illness, I have a doctor's certificate." The man moved the switch a few more times and turned the sealed capsule upside down.

"Nonsense! Counting level 0, the total mental illness is only level 6!" Scarecrow still has some common sense.

"Is that so?" The man in the purple suit turned the sealed cabin over again: "But why do you have to explain this to a mentally ill person? Are you also mentally ill?"

"I--" The Scarecrow looked about to burst with rage.

"Ah, this is it." Click.

Before the scarecrow was about to speak, the man in the purple suit actually opened the sealed cabin.

"Boy... you are finished," the scarecrow stared at him fiercely with a terrifying face: "Within five seconds, you will be rolling on the ground calling mother!"

"Five, four, three--" The man in the suit started counting directly.

Wow! The scarecrow was unable to get off the tiger's back. Although his restraints had not yet been untied, he opened his mouth and sprayed out the poisonous gas produced in his body. The yellow-green smoke completely enveloped the man in the suit.

"Two, one, time's up," the man read out the seconds in a completely calm tone: "Well... I was shot from behind by Batman? It seems quite scary."

"..." Scarecrow was silent for a moment, then suddenly became furious: "You must be Batman! Are you here to play tricks on me?!"

"I just thought it was unfair that only Batman had breathed your poison gas, so I took advantage of the surveillance being turned off to try something new, but there was an unexpected gain -" the man in the purple suit suddenly sounded like a different person: "[ So I’m a clown?"