After walking out of the room just now, Bruce Wayne came to the corridor outside.

As I remember, this corridor is filled with the unique atmosphere of Arkham Asylum, with a faint musty smell, damp air, paint-falling ceilings, and the lights that are far away from me.

Bruce tried his best to deflect his vision. At the edge of his vision, he could vaguely see that every distance there was a solid iron window, and probably there were all kinds of madmen in it, and he was one of them.

"Oh my God, what am I thinking?" Bruce couldn't help but fight a cold war: "Does I believe everything Quinn said in my heart... No, I can't have such an idea."

Bruce Wayne kept telling himself...and so soon, he was pushed into a room.

Unlike the corridor, the room was not very humid, but was a little dry, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burnt beard.

"No. 19." The nurse named Chen Xiao behind him casually reported a number.

The next second, a tired voice rang.

"Okay... OK, the 31st has been processed, you can take him... back to where he should go."

This is a man's voice, and there is not only fatigue, but more of a kind of fear.

Before he finished speaking, Bruce Wayne felt the flatbed lying on his lying shaking up.

This time, he finally saw the room in front of him clearly.

It is obvious here...it is an electrocution room. As a mental hospital, of course, there is no shortage of the treatment method of "electrical materials". Although whether it has efficacy has been a mystery until now, if you just want those patients to be honest, then this thing is still useful.

The electrotherapy instrument, a strong binding bed, a powerful bandage hanging on the wall, and various electric shock connectors. As long as the things here look, you can feel the "pain" that penetrates your forehead.

Of course, what you should care about now is not these electrotherapy instruments, but the middle-aged man in front of him.

He should be Professor Yang in Quinn's mouth... This man is about 50 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, and a stiff smile on his face, as if he had forced his expression to be like this "smile" after plastic surgery. However, at this moment, there seemed to be no smile in the man's eyes.

Just like his voice, he was very scared.

Because 'Professor Yang's situation is obviously not much better than Bruce Wayne.

The white coat on his body has obviously not been changed for a long time. His skin showed a paleness that he had never seen the sun for a long time. His hair was already full, and he exuded a kind of "old" whiteness, which seemed to be caused by long-term fatigue. The most important thing is that this guy was leaning against a pair of shackles on his left foot, and the other end was connected to a wall. Judging from the length, the range of movement should be as large as this electrotherapy room.

At this time, in the electrotherapy room, in addition to himself, Chen Xiao and Professor Yang, there was another person.

The man looked like a patient with similar treatment as his, because he was also tied to a restrained bed, but due to the angle problem, he could not see the person's face...

"Okay, thank you so much...hehehe, but you still have to work harder, otherwise there will be no food to eat at night."

Behind him, the man named Chen Xiao said this with a smile, and then pushed the bed next to him and walked out of the room.

After Bruce Wayne heard the sound of the door behind him being closed.

"Who are you, what's going on? Why are you... imprisoned here?" he asked immediately.

However, Professor Yang obviously didn't want to pay attention to the other party. He just mechanically put a patch on Bruce's temple without saying a word.

"They locked you here just to get the patient here to be electrocuted, right?" Bruce asked again. Of course, even if Professor Yang didn't speak, he almost guessed the answer... but looking at his tired look, it seemed that he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time... With such a large workload, how many people in this crazy asylum need electrotherapy?

At this time, Professor Yang was ready to power on.

"Professor Yang, I know you were kidnapped here. I can help you, let me go, let go, let us escape together!" Bruce Wayne yelled.

When he heard the three words "escape", a trace of clarity finally flashed through the gangster's stiff eyes.

He looked up at Bruce Wayne.

"Escape? Haha, it's ridiculous, where can I escape? I'm caught in another world. You idiot who doesn't even know who you are, actually said that you can take me out..."

"Another world? Well, I don't understand you, but please believe me, I'm more powerful than you think, as long as you can open this restraint cloak!"

"I can't even break free from the cloak, and I'm still talking about my power here!" Professor Yang shook his head and said, "If it weren't for you... how could I be caught here!"

His voice raised a little, and Bruce was surprised to find that Professor Yang seemed to be full of hatred for him.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted the switch of the electrotherapeutic instrument, and a severe pain immediately made Bruce Wayne's whole body convuls.

Before being completely eroded by pain, Bruce's last thought was...

"Why is he not saying 'you', but 'you'?"

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When Bruce Wayne opened his eyes again, he didn't know how long it had passed.

He found that he was locked up in a "single room" dedicated to the self-harm mentally ill, which was a small ward with walls and floors covered with thick buffer layers, without even a toilet.

He knew that the reason why there was no toilet was because the inside of his restraint was covered with a stack of adult diapers, no matter the size of the big and small ones, if you could hold it in, then you would hold it until the next morning, when the hospital nurse took you out, it would naturally give you time to solve it. If you couldn't hold it in, then you would feel your excrement piled up in your crotch and then fall asleep with this wonderful touch.

Of course, the next morning, the caregiver will take you to a small room and then carefully clean you with a high-pressure water gun.

Batman stood up with difficulty, his body still not recovering from the pain of electrotherapy.
Chapter completed!