Chapter 2385: Psychic Assault (33)

Chapter 2378 Psychic Assault (Thirty-three)

The clown raised his head and looked at the room in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, from a modern perspective or a classical perspective, this place should not be called a ward, it would be more appropriate to call it a presidential suite.

It turns out that Bruce Wayne spent so much time turning this place into a hotel, the Joker thought, and he also said so, "How much does Wayne need to eliminate his uneasiness in this way?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I think I reminded you that this hospital has quite complete monitoring and security facilities. If you have some extreme words, the monitoring footage may be used as evidence to accuse you of defamation."

The Joker threw himself into the sofa, stared at the nurse's face for a long time, and then said, "Do you only have this expression?"

"I'm sorry, but this is a professional requirement. Do you need anything else?"

"Will I have a roommate?"

"Considering the evaluation of your condition by the last hospital that admitted you, no, sir, you will live alone."

"Where should I go for dinner?"

"There is a cafeteria downstairs, but if you want to eat in your room, you can also ring the bell to call."

"Okay, I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while." The Joker waved his hand, trying to send the nurse away, but he knew that the nurses in the mental hospital would not let him go so easily. They usually make sure that he takes the medicine and falls asleep before leaving.

As a result, the nurse turned around and left.

The Joker stared at her back with a gloomy face. Although he didn't know what Batman was talking about, he knew that if he wavered in his plan because of this, he would be fooled by him.

The Joker went to prison to find the gangster boss Faconi.

The Joker was not a nobody. After all, he had just planned a major bank robbery, but when it comes to threats to the city or the Wayne Group, he was not even in the top ten on the list.

Batman didn't know who he was at all now, so the performances and games he carefully prepared would not be taken seriously. If he wanted Batman to play games with him, he had to eliminate those who were in the front.

The gangster boss Faconi is now a thorn in the side of Gotham's white road. He is no longer satisfied with drug trafficking, but plans to join forces with Scarecrow to sell some kind of nerve agent. It is conceivable that this will cause bad luck to many people, especially Batman.

But Batman shouldn't be attracted by such a person. He should come to see his performance. So the only way to attract Batman's attention now is to kill Ficonni.

But this guy is not stupid. He knows that his new business has violated many people's taboos, but he is unwilling to give up the huge benefits. So he thought of a smart way, that is, hiding in a mental hospital, but he can't hide for too long.

The Joker opened the door and looked around. He saw the surveillance camera, but he didn't care. It was because he was a nobody now. No one would treat him as an important person, and naturally no one would watch him through the surveillance camera 24 hours a day.

He went out, closed the door quietly, and walked down the stairs. During the period, he met a nurse and said that he was going downstairs to eat, and no one stopped him.

This place is really more and more like a hotel. The Joker thought that no mental hospital in the world would let patients run around in the corridor.

The Joker went downstairs and began to look for the front desk, but the first problem he faced was that this hospital was too big. The layers of corridors were like a maze, and there were no instructions or maps.

The Joker wandered around here for a long time, but didn't find the place he wanted to find. Seeing that it was getting darker and darker, the Joker had to walk and ask all the way. It took a long time to find the front desk.

There was no one at the front desk at this time. The Joker naturally went in and started looking for the patient list. After flipping through a few pages, he found Ficonnie's name, which showed that he lived in Room 2061 on the second floor.

It was dinner time at this time, and the patients were all going downstairs. After the crowd left, the Joker walked towards the second floor.

It took a while to find Room 2061. He stretched out his hand and pulled the door, and found that the door was locked. This was not surprising. Ficonnie could survive until now, and it was impossible for him to be alert at all.

The Joker wanted to pick the lock, and then he encountered his second difficulty. All the locks here were electronic locks, and there were no interlocking holes.

But if he wanted to find the main control room, he might have to walk for another hour. He suspected that Bruce Wayne had turned the entire island into a huge mental hospital, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why there were hundreds of rooms on one floor.

Since he couldn't go through the door, he could only climb through the window. The clown came to the bathroom on this floor, climbed out of the window, and moved along the outer wall towards room 2061.

After he climbed for a long time, he found that there was no one in the room, and there was no trace of human activity. No one lived in this room at all.

The clown had to climb back again. When he walked back to the front desk, it was almost midnight. The nurse on night duty was lying there sleeping. The clown didn't want to trigger the alarm, so he had to walk up and knock on the table.

"Hello, I'm a patient on the 4th floor. I'm lost. Why is this damn hospital so big? Can you take me back?"

The nurse looked up hazily, and she was not surprised to see the clown's face. She stood up and said, "Okay, it's really hard to walk here. Come with me. Why are you staying here?"

"After dinner, I wanted to walk around here, but I ended up getting lost. I've never been in a hospital like this before. It's really big."

The nurse showed a professional smile and led him upstairs. The clown chatted with her all the way, and then brought the topic to Feconi.

"He is so famous. I heard he was sent here because he deliberately insulted the judge in court. He is so bold."

"Bold?" The nurse shook her head, showed a smile and said, "In fact, he is not here at all."

"Why? The news verdict says he should come..."

"Yes, he came, but after seeing the label on the changing room, he screamed and demanded to go to prison, otherwise he would sue us for illegal abuse. The manager had no choice but to let him go to Black Gate Prison."

The clown was stunned.

After a pause, he gripped the armrest tightly with his hands and showed a ferocious expression. He should have thought that he was a poor man with nothing. Even if his white card was filled with hundreds of thousands of dollars, he would not be able to pay it back until he died. Since then, there is no legacy that can be liquidated.

But Feconi has a family and a business. He is a glutton who can take on the entire Gotham White Road for the benefit of new drugs. How could he accept a blatant rip-off scam of a $50,000 shirt?

"May I ask, how much does the presidential suite here cost per night?"

"The Presidential Suite is not an ordinary ward. It is an exclusive ward that provides special care for critically ill patients. It is charged according to the number of people staying, with an average of US$300,000 per person."

"one night??"

"Yes, sir, it includes all service fees, cleaning fees, taxes, exclusive access thresholds, and special ambulance services, but medical expenses are not included, but we provide special medical packages for patients in exclusive wards... …”

The clown couldn't listen at all. He grabbed the nurse, strangled her neck and took her down. Regardless of the nurse's struggle, he led the nurse directly to the hall and shouted: "I want to be discharged!! Send me away!" Go to jail or I'll kill her!"

Immediately, a security guard rushed in, and a man in a suit who looked like a manager stretched out his hands to comfort him: "No, no, no, sir, you can tell us if you are dissatisfied with our service. Please don't hurt anyone."

"I'm going to be discharged from the hospital. I'm going to jail."

"But your verdict..."

"I am not mentally ill, I repeat, I ask for a retest, I want to go to jail!!!"

"Okay, okay, we'll contact the police right away. Please wait a moment. The police will be here soon."

Two hours later, the clown got his wish and got into a police car, then changed into a prison car, and the prison car drove all the way into Black Gate Prison.

Then the clown saw two smiling prison guards.

The clown especially wants to ask, what the hell are you laughing at?

"Sir, go this way to the changing room." The prison guard opened the door to the clown and said: "Welcome to the Black Gate Special Custody Prison. Since this prison was completely renovated and renovated, it has been implementing service with a smile, and it will definitely satisfy all the people who come here. Guests have the most comfortable and satisfying prison experience.”

The clown stretched out a hand to stop him from continuing, and said: "Blackgate Prison should be a federal prison, right?"

"It used to be." The prison guard replied: "But due to years of poor management and continuous losses, the government could not afford it, so it sold it to Wayne Group. Wayne Group is determined to build a more humane and more humane prison. We absolutely You will be provided with…”

"Where is Feconi?!" the clown asked.

"Sorry, sir, but if you want to communicate with your fellow inmates, you must first purchase a communication data package."

"I just want to know if he's in jail!"

"Sorry, to check his name, you also need to register as a member of the Black Gate Special Guardianship Service System. The membership fee is 2,999 US dollars per month. In addition to the query service, we also provide you with..."

The Joker punched the prison guard in the face.

The next second he was pushed to the ground. This was not a mental hospital. The two prison guards who rushed up punched him twice in the face and chest. The clown let out a scream. It looked like his cheekbones and ribs were broken. .

With blood streaming from his forehead, he saw one of the prison guards stand up straight, pick up the intercom and say: "A guest here has a mental illness. Call an ambulance."

After the ambulance arrived, a nurse with a smile on her face picked up the $30,000 bill and asked the clown to sign it. The clown didn't move, so she directly picked up the clown's hand and signed it.

The ambulance took the clown back to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Two smiling nurses and doctors got into the car and conducted an inspection. After giving him a bill of 5,670 dollars, they said that the organic disease must be solved first. , that is, treat the cheekbones and ribs first.

They called another ambulance, which opened another bill, and the ambulance took Joker to Wayne Hospital.

Doctors from Wayne Hospital got into the car, conducted an inspection, and issued a bill, stating that they could not provide medical care to prisoners who were serving their sentences without approval from the police department.

So Wayne Group called another ambulance, took the clown to Blackgate Prison, and issued a bill.

After a few doctors came to the medical station of Black Gate Prison for an examination, they said that we had no way to treat such a serious injury and that we had to go to a professional hospital for examination, and then left a bill.

By the time another ambulance arrived, the clown was completely lying down.

The reason is simple. Ficonnie was lying next to him, and judging by the amount of blood loss, he had been lying there for at least 60 rounds.

In the original comics of Batman and Superman, the first sentence Batman said was actually "I loved you... Clark."

In every comic, these two have pure love regardless of occasion or place.