In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 181: Daily Arkham (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"Name?"

"Philip Best."

"Okay, Jack."

The clown was lying on the hospital bed, and Schiller was standing by the bed with a medical record. He said, "You'd better call out your psychologist personality quickly and describe your symptoms, or I'll just write Already."

"Untie my right hand, I want to smoke a cigarette." Jack shook his hair and said, Schiller went up and untied his right hand tied to the armrest of the hospital bed, Jack gestured for a gun with his hand , and then aimed at Schiller.

Schiller moved a chair, sat down next to his hospital bed, and then found a tape recorder and a blank tape from the cabinet. He put the tape in the tape recorder, and then pressed the button to start recording.

"Okay, tell me about your life."

Jack pouted, glanced at the tape recorder, then looked at Schiller, and said, "My name is Philip Best, a truck driver serving the Antares..."

Jack went on and on about a whole bunch of stuff, like his mortgage and car loan, his weekend trips to the supermarket to stock up, his neighbor next door was on fire, and so on.

Schiller pressed the tape recorder and said, "Okay, next."

Jack looked at him, and he also looked at Jack. The two stared at each other for a long time, and Schiller said to him, "Why are you looking at me? Make up another one, I'm useful."

Jack raised his head and shook his head, rolled his eyes, and muttered a few words in Schiller's tone, and then he made up an origin for himself.

In this way, Schiller let the clown make up a dozen origin stories for himself, and took the tape off the tape recorder with satisfaction.

It’s still the same sentence, garbage is resources that have been misplaced. The origin story that the clown created for himself is not only true and reasonable, but also rich in details and quite vivid. As long as you change the background of the times, you can completely treat it as a person Set up a wealth of false identities to use.

Schiller has not forgotten that he is in Marvel's Arkham Sanatorium, and there are many agents who have been placed in it. This false identity is just right.

Jack turned his body sideways, stretched his head to look at Schiller, his eyes were wide open, and he said, "You know what? I hate two kinds of people the most, one is too ordinary people, and the other is I am very similar to someone.

"And you, you are obviously a person who is very similar to me, but you pursue to be an ordinary person, but Jack, the most professional psychologist in the world, tells you that you can't do it, hahahahahaha!"

Before he finished laughing, Schiller smacked his injured hand with the spine of the notebook, and Jack let out a yelp of pain, and then let out a series of wilder laughs, saying, "I hit you! I poked the sore spot! You will never be an ordinary person, hahahahahaha!"

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "After today's consultation is over, you can go to the general ward for me. Do you know how precious the beds here are? Stop delaying my money."

"Money? Hahahahahaha!" Jack laughed harder, and the hospital bed began to tremble because of his laughter. Schiller said, "Water, thank you."

Schiller didn't hand it to him, and he didn't mind, but he stopped laughing, collapsed on the bed, and said, "That joke is funny, isn't it? If there's a movie theater, you can really buy it with popcorn." Tickets, I will definitely buy tickets for a whole week in a row, and watch all the movies I haven't watched."

Suddenly he became deep again, sighed and said: "It's ridiculous for them to pursue money, isn't it? What's even more ridiculous is that the money they pursue is no different from popcorn..."

"And the most ridiculous thing is, hahaha..." He started laughing again, shaking himself from laughing. "The most ridiculous thing is that there is a lunatic who knows that money is popcorn, but he still pursues it, hahahahaha..."

"Why? Because he's crazy! He thinks...he actually thinks that as long as he pursues fame and fortune like ordinary people, he can become an ordinary person, hahahahahahahaha..."

He found Schiller watching silently, Jack grinned and said, "Why are you so serious? Didn't you laugh happily in the theater before?"

"Because the **** joke is funny because it's someone else's hell." Schiller stood up again and said, "Of course it's fun to watch Batman have fun, and you think so too, right?"

Jack wiped the tears of laughter with the hand that was let go. He didn't behave as crazy as he did in the theater. Instead, he looked normal, but even weirder.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so supportive, I really love this place!"

"You should thank the owl court. The continuous heavy rain they have affected the residents here to some extent, and all the residents. Even if they are not exposed to the rain, they will inevitably inhale the moisture in the air when they breathe, so everyone It's all a little crazy."

"I know, of course I know... Otherwise, why would I tell my plan on TV? I know someone will come, there must be a group of annoying people..." Jack was still gnashing his teeth a second before, and the next In a second, he said in a humble tone: "Oh, no, it's the distinguished audience, gentlemen, someone will definitely appreciate the comedy performance brought by this poor clown..."

"Except for Batman, he didn't want to come, I insisted on taking him there."

"This is what I hate most about the Court of Owls. They made a kind of rain that can make people crazy, but this rain is only ineffective against Batman, they idiots." Jack said viciously.

"You are lying again. If the rain really works on Batman, the Court of Owls will be a thousand times worse than it is now."

Jack pursed his lips and whistled twice, as if trying to cover up his lying behavior, he moved his body, let himself lean on the pillow, and said as if he had found a bosom friend: "Look, you think so too, don't you? Batman is actually a madman, but he doesn't admit it, and if there are some external factors that make him crazy, it's too boring.”

"Tell me, did he really want to laugh at yesterday's performance?" Jack blinked, his cloudy eyeballs were full of longing, and his tone became excited again. "I hid in the alley before and secretly watched him several times, watching him interrupt the hands and feet of those robbers."

"But he is so serious." Jack complained: "Can't he be happier? Listening to the wailing of those robbers, listening to the most hated and hated criminals begging for mercy in his hands, he How can you be unhappy? Since you are happy, why don't you smile?"

As long as Batman is mentioned, Jack can't stop talking, but Schiller is not interested in listening to his crazy talk. He tapped the side of his notebook with a pen and said, "I also have two kinds of people that I hate the most. One One is the person who makes trouble for me, and the other is the person who is justified after making trouble.”

Before Jack said anything, Schiller went on to say: "It seems that we happen to be the kind of people that the other party hates the most. Since we hate each other, we should keep our contact. You will move to the next ward tomorrow. Let's live together with Coppert."

Jack let out a sneer from his nose, and he said, "You are a smart learner."

At noon the next day, when Schiller came back from the cafeteria, he found Jack squatting at the door of the ward crying, with his back leaning against the door frame of the ward, covering his face, crying very sadly.

Schiller passed by him without looking sideways. Jack grabbed his white coat and said, "My God! How can there be such a boring person in this world? How can you arrange me and him A ward?"

He grabbed Schiller's white coat with one hand and refused to let go, wiped away tears that didn't exist with the other hand, and said: "He just told me a joke, but even this joke is extremely boring .”

"He actually said he wanted to open a restaurant, you know? And then he actually wants to make an iceberg in the restaurant, my God..."

"I always thought that dressing up as a bat was perverted enough, but someone actually wanted to dress up as a penguin, penguin, hahahahahaha!"

"Doctor, they are all crazy, you have to save me!" Jack began to tremble all over. "I don't want to stay with these crazy people!"

Schiller bent down, grabbed his wrist, ripped his hand from his clothes, and said to Jack, "First of all, this is a mental hospital. If you or one of them doesn't Crazy, then you will not appear here."

"Secondly, it's not time to let the air go. If you dare to run out of the ward again, I will expel Batman from Gotham University and let him go to the metropolis to study, and you will never see him again Already."

Jack got up quickly, ran to the hospital bed and lay down, and covered the quilt by the way. He hummed and said, "Little Jack is going to sleep well, hum... Let's play a lullaby..."

While he closed one eye and pretended to be asleep, he secretly opened the other eye to peek at Schiller's reaction.

Coppert sighed deeply, looked at Schiller by the door and said, "Doctor, I suggest you move him to the next ward."

He pointed to the wall behind with his thumb and said: "Evans must have a common language with him."

"More importantly, if this lunatic stays any longer, I will definitely beat him up."

"Well, he will go live with Evans tomorrow."

The next day, Schiller came back after lunch again. He found that Jack had somehow climbed onto the observation window on the high wall. He was riding on the observation window, moving his body awkwardly, as if he wanted to turn over come out.

Before Schiller asked what was going on ~IndoMTL.com~ came Evans' roar: "You actually like those musical comedies!! And you insult classicism!! I really misunderstood you , Those new operas are completely blasphemy against operas!!"

"You're crazy!" Jack yelled as he rode on the observation window, pumping his fists, "Those baroque operas are old stuff! Monteverdi is total rubbish! They don't understand anything Humor!"

As he spoke, he shook his head and learned a few singing tunes. The dry voice combined with the weird singing style was full of emotion without any technique.

He was on the height of the observation window, spit all over the masters of Baroque opera and classical opera, and the angry Evans threw him with a pillow.

Aside from other things, Evans is still quite strong. He stood at the bottom and slammed a pillow into Jack's face. When he got outside the ward, he landed in front of Schiller.

He was still very angry and wanted to get up and rush back to the ward, and continued to argue with Evans. Schiller grabbed his clothes and said, "Do you want to go back and get beaten? Don't you really feel that you Can you beat him?"

Jack was furious. He said loudly, "He doesn't understand music at all, that idiot! Classical opera is just moaning for nothing, can you imagine? There are still old-fashioned people who like that stuff now, only comic opera It's only fun with musicals!"

Evans leaned on the door frame and leaned out his upper body, and said loudly: "You are the one who has no taste! You **** lunatic!"

"You are crazy!"

Schiller stood beside him speechless, firstly because he didn't know much about opera, and secondly because he didn't know much about madmen either.