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

(Additional update for the brothers of "Midsummer's Indulgence")

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 made it clear that they were escaping from hell.

The mental state of these employees was like wild dogs in the second half, which 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 from 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 is my cousin."

Dr. Harley answered with a normal expression:

"I want to come and take a look at my place of work 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.

I wish you a happy shift tonight, Harley. I'll bring you 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 opened the office door, she found Mason still standing outside the door, looking at Klein who left 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 he is not my style."

"Yes, he is indeed very gentlemanly and elegant. He is full of a sense of superiority of the upper class elite but is not 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 twitched 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 is found in every office."

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

"It smells pretty good, 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 it easier for them 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 Ke'er 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 told 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 from hell 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 of her private treatment room.

Mason walked in and didn't smell any weird smell, and the room had been 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, kneaded it and then raised his head to glance 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 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 thumb-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 flashed:

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 smiling face.

When used in trace amounts, it will damage the target's brain and cause its mental state and thinking mode to become uncontrollable.

The diluted clown toxin still has strong hallucinogenic properties, 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 poison 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. As for me, I might be interested in the fantasy world seen by mentally ill patients, but I would never try 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 drink? I happen to know a good 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:

"How about you go with me? Just give me courage outside the door. I don't dare to go alone."

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

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 humiliate himself and stay in his cell like being "collected by Batboy".

Only by seeing this spectacular "collection" with your own eyes can you truly understand Batman's terrifying intimidation in this city. But now it seems quiet at this moment when the night has not yet come, and it is far from the most "busy" part of the day.

” time.

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 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 lost!

The evil witch Harley!

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

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

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 wake you up, right? Good!

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

"Yo yo yo, look at what kind of third-rate doctor this is, 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 discover my brilliant joke. Someone must be helping you. Who is out there! 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, and he kicked the iron door crazily and shouted:

"Let's keep playing, I'll let you see the birth of the most perfect Harley Quinn with your own eyes!

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 interrupting 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 now?"

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 motion to silence Harley Quinzel, who looked frightened. He felt strong uneasiness from the clown's words. It did not come from the clown, but from the outside world!

The thing he had been waiting for was about to happen.

Right now!

The clown was not discouraged when he did not get 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 their people, they still persisted. They repeatedly told me a mysterious prophecy, saying that the end was coming.

Hey, who cares?

Well, they said they killed Batman, damn it! I don't believe it!

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 noise interrupted the clown's words.

A violent explosion occurred on the surface of Arkham Asylum amidst the shaking of the entire ground. 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 already frightened.

He held Mason tightly, not daring to let go, even holding his breath, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen again.

"Well, it seems you are 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 waste 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 an agreement 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 beat on the iron door.

They are also looking forward to those guys who have sent invitations to them in the past few days to come down from the sky and give 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, and he asked briefly:

"Do I need to provide you with support?"

"No need."

Mason replied:

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

After hanging up the communication, the young man glanced at Dr. Harley, who was trembling in his arms.

He showed a helpless smile and said:

"Well, I had other things to do tonight. But for now, let's start our Arkham Escape journey."

(End of chapter)