Summoner of Marvel World

Just when Adam was about to leave, he suddenly found a black notebook on the clown's body.

Out of curiosity, Adam opened this note, which recorded a person's experience of living in Arkham.

Arkham Asylum is located on the outskirts of Gotham. This lunatic asylum is a "abnormal human research center", and most of the detainees are extremely dangerous criminals with high IQ. In this lunatic asylum, from doctors to patients, the mentality is not very normal, but I, Grace Ackerman, can guarantee to the whole world that I am not crazy. Because of some special reasons, I was hunted down by a crazy man, and in order to avoid the small crimes I committed in my early years, I disguised myself as a lunatic and hid here.

Right now, I'm sitting in a rocking chair in the center of the lounge. All around is a snow-white world, white walls, white floors, white tables and chairs, gloomy lights - no one would like such an environment, not even a lunatic.

"Grace, they took my doll away." Yvonne sat on a table not far from me, swinging her thin legs back and forth.

There was an old man squatting under the table where she was, and he kept drooling: "Dom is very hungry!"

The old man, that is, Dom pulled his hair, and shouted again: "Dom is hungry! Dom wants to eat!"

This time the sound was louder, and the lunatics around them panicked.

There is an old lady in a wheelchair by the window in the distance. She thinks she is a pulsatilla, so she stays in front of the nailed window every day. I know that she will jump off one day.

There are two people next to the heater playing flying chess, oh, that is not a normal flying chess, in fact no one knows what the rules of their game are, two lunatics are just playing chess that no one can understand.

The other lunatics only dared to stay far away in the corner, to be precise, to avoid me. Yvonne and Dom are the only friends I have here. Because other lunatics are afraid of me.

Maybe because I didn't respond, Yvonne was a little angry. She punched me and raised her voice: "Grace!! They took my doll away!!"

I kicked her and said helplessly to the little girl, "I heard Yvonne!" The little girl is 12 years old this year, but she is from Ward No. 7.

Arkham's ward numbers are arranged according to the degree of danger. Generally speaking, the crazier the mentally ill, the higher the ward number. Dom is number 16 and I am number 1.

Yvonne jumped off the table and yelled in a voice almost screaming, "I'm going to kill them! Grace! I'm going to tear them apart!" She pulled out the chair under me and ran to smash the door.

The noise alarmed the lunatics, and Dom crawled out, grabbed a man, and gnawed. The two chess players are smashing chess pieces.

Ms. Pulsatilla also slammed her head against the tempered glass, whimpering like a bird.

The red indicator light was on, flashing and flashing, adding a touch of color to the lounge.

Some women began to scream, and some men shouted something excitedly and loudly.

In the chaos, some people were paying military salutes as if no one else was present, and some people were dancing dances that could not be named.

The originally dead and silent lounge instantly turned into a lively banquet.

scream,

Crying, alarm bells; military salute, dancing, violence, this is the banquet of madmen.

I stood where I was, watching all this, but my heart was very peaceful, and I even enjoyed it a little.

Only a lunatic can express his emotions and thoughts so truly. How much I like living here!

Maybe I'm crazy, I thought to myself.

No one came near me even in the chaos because they were all afraid of me, afraid that I would go crazy too or be afraid that I was a normal person, an outsider? I have no idea.

The head nurse rushed in with people, and the nurses and security guards brandished electric shock batons.

"Shut up! Stop it! You lunatics!" said the head nurse with no mercy towards her patients.

Dom was sedated. Yvonne was placed in solitary confinement.

The rest of them calmed down after receiving electric batons a few times. I looked at the head nurse coldly, but she didn't dare to look at me. You see, another hypocrisy who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

When the lunatics are subdued, they are all quiet and well-behaved angels.

So the alarm was lifted, the banquet was forced to suspend, and the place became a white cell again, imprisoning a group of people who were different from ordinary people.

Perhaps, according to the doctors, we are madmen. According to the head nurse in private, we are animals. This is strange, because in my opinion, we are all geniuses, geniuses who are not tolerated by ordinary people, pure geniuses.

We're not half-hearted, Yvonne only cares about her doll, Dom just wants to be fed, Lady Pulsatilla just wants to fly... oh, what a fucking world.

Dom looked miserable after being sedated, slumped on the table, choking on his nose with drool and tears.

The orderlies didn't care about that, they kicked him off the table after strapping him on.

Unable to control my anger any longer, I kicked the nurses down and taught them a lesson in basic respect with my fists.

The head nurse rushed over with an electric baton and was knocked to the ground by my fist.

As a result, the surrounding security guards did not dare to approach. Around the white cage, my cute incontinent lunatics who were stunned by electric batons whistled and screamed at me!

With these whistles, I smiled wickedly and raised my hands.

The head nurse stood up holding her broken nose, and rudely pushed me to the confinement room.

Seeing my smile, she withdrew her hand again, and only gently put it on me.

Surrounded by security guards around me, they were all holding electric batons vigilantly, as if they were ready to pounce on me as soon as I made a move. I polished my teeth at them, and they cowered back again.

All the way out of the lounge, I could still hear cheers and whistles coming from behind the long white corridor.

The head nurse scolded a few words: "Crazy." The confinement room is a traditional small dark room with dirty bed boards and smelly pillows. Before the head nurse closed the door, I pinched the fat on her face again. Pull her closer.

"I heard that your people took Yvonne's doll again?"

The head nurse's fat face was trembling, and the uncoagulated nosebleed was still hanging on her face. I continued, "Go back before the power is cut off at night, you know? Lisa, you have to be obedient."

She nodded hurriedly, then hesitated and said, "I...I'll put it back, G... Grace. And, me, my name is Helen..."

I let go of my hand and smiled, "As long as you are obedient, Dylan, I will not trouble you. I will stay away from Yvonne in the future, and I will be good to you and me, right~~" I raised the end sound to let them Turning the tone of voice as you like, this is the tone I learned from another person.

She quickly locked away from me and agreed to the deal.

Adam frowned and closed the notebook. He always felt that things were not that simple.

This notebook is a diary, and he carefully analyzed the people who appeared in the diary, but there was no one he knew well.

This should be a diary from a long time ago. The Arkham described in it is not at all the same as the current one. The current Arkham Asylum is actually more like a prison for serious criminals.