In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 183: Daily Arkham (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Jack was lying on the bed of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital again, Schiller gloated and said, "Now you know where your forever home is? Since you paid a lot of money, I can give Prescribe more painkillers."

"Do you think I'm an addict?" Jack yelled violently: "Don't compare me with the kind of people who take drugs and ruin their brains!"

"Be careful, at least you have a permanent bed here. You should have seen how much those gang bosses who can't get in outside want such a bed."

When the words gangster boss was mentioned, Jack showed a disgusted expression, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are like that bat, he doesn't want to laugh, you don't want to be crazy, you are all lying to yourself... "

He stared at the ceiling and kept babbling: "Why are you so serious? Why don't you admit it? Why aren't you proud of your chaos and disorder?"

Suddenly, he calmed down again, and even said with a bit of philosophy: "In this mediocre world, having a crazy soul that is different should be something to be proud of."

"But you always trap such a wonderful soul in a mediocre and disgusting body."

"I live seriously and seriously every day, pretending to be no different from those walking dead, this really makes me sick..."

"Crazy is not the only way to understand the world." Schiller also sat down, his tone was very calm, he said: "I always believe in this."

"If you can't become a sharp knife and pierce the world's disguise with madness, then you will be domesticated by those false orders."

Jack uttered some difficult words as if in a dream, and each word would pause in his mouth, as if he didn't know them, but each sentence was so complete and fluent.

"When there is order, there is disorder. If there is no order, chaos will no longer be chaos, and chaos will become order. When you destroy order, you are establishing another order."

"Many people think that the ultimate answer to this world is chaos, but when they have this idea, it means that they have been domesticated by order, and this world does not have any ultimate answer."

"That's why you and that bat would rather do nothing?" Jack looked at Schiller.

"I'm still a little different from him." Schiller poured himself a glass of water and said, "Batman is a warrior who maintains order in chaos, but I'm not. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people..." Jack scoffed at his statement.

"And you, who regard yourself as a savior, want to tell everyone that only madness can know the truth, especially want to tell Batman that the answers he wants are close at hand, so simple that he just needs to smile."

"But it's not that he doesn't understand this, he just doesn't want to do it."

"That's why I think he is mentally ill." Jack's tone suddenly showed a hint of jealousy, "He has what I don't have, the most rooted darkness and madness I dream of, but he just doesn't want to do that. He can obviously become a great **** who can tear apart this mediocre lie, but he just doesn't want to smile."

"This question echoes in my head every day, making me feel puzzled and crazy."

"Why on earth are they so serious?"

Schiller shrugged and said: "Everyone is lying to themselves, only you tell the truth, everyone is pretending to be serious, only you laugh, so you are the only clown. "

Jack stared at the ceiling and said: "When the laughter is about to overflow from their mouths, their first reaction is fear, resistance, and reflection. This is crazy."

"Being a clown must be very happy, because there is nothing in this world that you can't laugh at. You want them to know how happy you are, but unfortunately no one will accept your favor."

"I've always thought that people who dress up as bats are mentally ill." Jack looked at Schiller and said, "...so do people who dress up as ordinary people."

The night of Gotham outside the window slowly fell, and the lights of the city jumped up. As the weather warmed up, the whole city began to glow with new vitality, still a little crazy and evil, still chaotic, and still bustling.

In the morning, Schiller was in his office, and he was carrying a paintbrush. Brand next to him took off the paint-stained gloves with some disgust. Schiller said to him: "I'm sure, This crappy hospital needs a complete overhaul."

Pointing to the corner of the wall, he said, "If it wasn't for that lunatic's graffiti that damaged my wall, I wouldn't have noticed it. The cracks in the bricks there might have collapsed one day."

Brand sighed and said: "What you said is very reasonable, but this requires a long-term plan. We can't tell those patients that we will start renovating the hospital tomorrow, so let them go away?"

He looked up at the corner of the roof and said: "In short, until now, we can only do it ourselves."

"You just can't bear the revenue these days." Schiller said with a smile: "If there is no commission for two months of renovation, it will be a big loss, right?"

Brand touched his nose, cursed secretly, and said, "It's all about the **** gang industry chain that you set up. I never knew that money is so easy to make in my life. If I stop working for two months, how much will I lose?" Money?"

"Okay, then we will do it ourselves, but the cracks in the corners are minor problems. The biggest problem is that there are not enough wards."

Brand also sighed, he obviously knew this.

Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has a long history. When this building was built, Gotham did not have that many people. The carrying capacity of this hospital is limited. Prison cycle, the ward is still tight.

The main contradiction at the Arkham Mental Hospital is the contradiction between the backward facilities and the growing demand for money from gangsters.

After the disaster in Gotham, this contradiction has become more and more prominent. The logistics facilities are being rebuilt, and most of the gangsters are idle. So what better place to go than the Arkham Club?

Here they reorganize the industry, exchange resources in their hands, form circles, expand contacts, and prepare for the next step of development.

Everyone communicates with each other, exchanges information, and advances according to the different levels of the circle. If you don't join in at this time, when the real work starts, you won't even be able to drink soup.

Especially after Jack returned to the psychiatric hospital, he was really a very troublesome guy. The three of them, Cobblepot, Evans and Jack, could be said to be incompatible.

Coppert and Evans can barely stay in the same room, but it won't work if Alberto comes out. The three views are different and they fight.

Coppert belongs to the Lawful Evil faction in Gotham. Simply put, he is not crazy enough. In fact, the Penguin in the original book is similar. Long, this is a normal to abnormal promotion route in Gotham, and it is completely different from the chaotic evil of the clown.

So Coppert thinks that the clown is a complete lunatic who can't communicate, while the clown thinks that Copott is an idiot who is no different from those gangster bosses, and staying with him for a second is an insult to him.

Coppert doesn't bother to reason with a lunatic, and the clown is too lazy to talk too much with a fool, so the way for the two of them to resolve their disputes is to fight.

Both of them are not strong enough in force, so I won't say anything about Cobbot. They are thin and weak, and the clown is a little crazy because of his brain, so he has no way to fight. The blood was broken, and they were tied to the hospital bed and stared at each other.

The clown and Evans have huge differences in terms of artistic understanding. The two of them mainly quarrel, mainly because Evans doesn't like to beat people with hands, and Jack can't beat Evans at all. The method has become a mutual competition of opera excerpts.

If Evans' singing can be regarded as beautiful, then Jack's singing level, even if Batman came in person, he would be shocked.

As long as they shared a ward, letters complaining about noise and nuisances would snowball into Schiller's office.

So these three people can only have one ward.

There were not many wards in the first place, and these three patients with no profit output insisted on occupying a ward each. Schiller has disliked them for a long time, but these three people have legitimate reasons of.

Coppert was stabbed by Evans a few times before, and he was really seriously injured. It is somewhat inhumane to let him be discharged from the hospital now.

The conflict between Evans and his father has not been completely resolved. Alberto is determined not to return to the Falcone Manor, and the godfather has no intention of coming to pick up his son, so he can only procrastinate like this.

Jack has nothing to do because Batman is busy with his classes, and Gordon's mental health and work pressure have to be considered, so he can only stay here.

It was another afternoon when Schiller had just finished lunch, and Jack was standing on the balcony on the seventh floor of Arkham Mental Hospital, with one foot outside the balcony railing.

In the room, Bruce, Evans and Copperpot stood there. Evans said to Jack: "If you have something to say, can you come back from there first? If you fall, the professor will definitely Very angry."

Bruce just came to Evans to hand over the work of the club. He didn't know all the thrilling things that happened in the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital during this period, so he turned to Evans and asked, "What the **** is going on? ? Why did he jump off the building?"

"Can't you see it?" Coppert sat on the hospital bed next to him and said to Bruce, "He's a madman, he's having an illness."

Evans was still trying to persuade Jack: "This is the seventh floor. If you fall down like this, you will definitely hit the ground head first. Brains and blood will stain a large piece of the ground, and the professor will have to pay a lot of money to clean it up." Fei ~IndoMTL.com~ he will definitely be very angry.”

Coppert also said: "There are stone and brick roads downstairs, and it is difficult to clean up blood splashed in. All the bricks must be lifted up. If you dare to do this, I have no doubt that he will give you Hold a funeral that smells of copper."

There was a look of embarrassment on Jack's face, he said: "Could it be that he will carry my coffin among a group of gang bosses, and then let them read a eulogy to me? Let you, an idiot, give me flowers Let that person who has no taste in music sing to me? God! He's a devil!"

"But do you think I will be afraid?!" Jack patted the guardrail hard, and said like a chant: "The heroic Jack is not afraid of the devil, and I am going to prove it to you now, I am an Arkham knight !”

As he spoke, he veered to the left and fell straight down. Bruce rushed to the balcony in two steps, and then saw Jack floating in mid-air, and Schiller downstairs stretched out a hand, She tossed him aside annoyed.

Jack, who landed on the ground, was laughing and rolling beside him. He said: "Hahahahahaha! Ordinary people, you say you are an ordinary person! Hahahahahaha, this joke is really funny, I must listen to it again tomorrow, Hahahahahaha!"

Evans looked back at the calendar, then at Copperport and said, "Is there going to be a 15th this week?"

Coppert stood up and walked out the door, intending to return to his ward, he said: "I bet it will definitely be more than 20 times."

There was only Bruce standing on the balcony, he looked back at Evans and Copperpot, then down at Schiller and Jack, the wind on the balcony messed up his hair, he whispered Muttered to himself:

"...Am I crazy?"