Chapter 472 When Schiller Found a New Street Light (Part 1)

Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is located in a remote area. When Arkham chose the site for the hospital, it mainly considered that the security measures were not technically advanced enough and some dangerous patients could easily escape. Choosing a hospital in a remote place would increase the difficulty of jailbreak.

But later, after Schiller became the attending physician here, he knew a truth, that is, if you want to be rich, you must first build roads.

Therefore, with the approval of the mayor, a main road leading to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital began to be built, and it was opened to traffic at the end of last year.

The funds for building this road mainly came from voluntary donations from the patients here. After all, the winding dirt road could not give them room to play with their extended luxury cars and modified sports cars. Since the main road was opened, they could even come to the hospital every weekend.

At this time, the uniquely shaped Batmobile was speeding on the main road. The roar of the engine spread far along the woods on both sides of the road. In the dead of night, it was like the howling of a dormant giant beast.

Just as Batman was rushing to Arkham Hospital with the Joker, who had been knocked unconscious by him, a faint light flashed in the dark corridor of the hospital, and a strange green color was reflected on the smooth marble floor.

With a "click", the window was suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in with a whistle, making a ghostly cry as it passed through the dark corridor.

But at this moment, with a "bang", a door in the corridor opened, and a big man with a beard came out. He shouted:

"What the hell are you shouting about? If you want to take drugs, go to the second floor, and stop shouting here!"

After shouting this, he realized that there was actually no one in the corridor. He held the door handle and looked around. He found that the window at the end of the corridor was open. He spat, walked to the window while cursing, and closed the window.

At this time, a thin man also came out of the door. He asked, "What's wrong? They started another game and are waiting for you. Come in quickly."

"Don't mention it. Those crazy nurses didn't take a good look before leaving get off work. The window was not closed properly and was blown open by the wind. I thought it was some drug addict sitting in the corridor screaming."

The bearded man clapped his hands, walked into the door, and closed it with a "bang". Only the light leaked from the gap below the door remained in the corridor.

Several people in the room were playing cards. Originally, during non-activity time, all patients should stay in their own wards, but they had a good relationship with the nurses. When they were checking the ward at night, they said hello and went over. At this time, they were having fun.

"Point Guard is Here"

But at this moment, the whimpering sound of the wind sounded in the corridor again. The bearded man impatiently threw down the cards in his hand, stood up and said: "Sooner or later, I will find a hammer and nail that window..."

He strode to the door and opened it roughly with a "bang", but at the moment of opening the door, he suddenly caught a strange light flashing from the corner of the corridor.

The bearded man glanced at the dark corridor, hesitated for a moment, but still walked back and said to his companion: "Give me a flashlight, and the shotgun we brought in before, bring it to me."

"What the hell are you doing? You have to bring a gun when you go out to close the window?"

Everyone laughed at the bearded man for being timid. The bearded man snorted with his nose, snorted, and then walked out of the room with the gun.

He walked to the corner of the corridor with the shotgun in his hand. As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw a ghost with green light floating on the stairs.

The ghost looked like an old man, with a gloomy face and a hideous face, and a strange green light emanating from his body. When he saw the bearded man holding a gun, he screamed and rushed towards him.

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then he picked up the shotgun and fired a shot. The bullet passed through the ghost's body, causing no harm to him at all. The bearded man fired another shot, but still could not hurt the ghost.

The ghost grinned and approached the bearded man. At this moment, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds rang out, and all the doors in the corridor were kicked open, and dozens of burly men rushed out with guns.

The leader had a short haircut, wore a vest, and was covered with tattoos. He shouted in a Texas accent: "What's wrong? Who the hell dares to shoot here? Don't you want to live?!

The bearded man took two steps back, slapped the barrel of the gun with his hand, spit, and then said: "Come and help! There's a ghost here!"

"There's a ghost? You saw a ghost, fisherman, you fucking took too many drugs again? ! How could this place be... Damn it! There's a ghost!

Come out! Come out! There's a ghost!

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"Shoot! Bang! Bang! Bang! No... Don't use shotguns, they're useless!"

"Automatic weapons! Who has automatic weapons? ! ... Don't sleep! Go upstairs and wake up the bosses, the hospital is haunted!

Suddenly, bullets flew everywhere, and the gangsters in the corridor ran quickly, forming a crossfire network, with shotguns, single-shot rifles, micro grenades, and even rocket launchers.

Those who didn't have guns in their hands hurriedly took out all the cabinets, tables, and chairs in the house. Within a few dozen seconds, they had set up a layered bunker defense system. The gunmen hid behind the bunkers at different heights, and the muzzle fire was lit up continuously, like flowers blooming one after another.

In the utility room at the end of the corridor, the cleaning supplies were piled in a corner. There were four or five small beds in the room. One of the boys with freckles on his face suddenly jumped up from the bed and said, "Listen, is there a gunshot?"

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"Oh my God, who dares to shoot here? Don't you want to die?"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Go and have a look!"

The other children who were awakened sat up, opened the door a crack, and looked out.

At this moment, the bearded man who had retreated to the back of the front waved his hand and said to several people, "Go upstairs quickly! Send a message to the bosses, saying that the third floor is haunted and we need fire support!"

"Haunted?"

The little boy was startled at first, but soon, he nimbly rushed out from the crack of the door, ran up the stairs, and soon arrived on the fifth floor.

At this time, the gunshots from the third floor had been heard. The gang leaders in expensive silk pajamas opened their doors sleepily and looked at each other in the corridor, not knowing what was happening downstairs.

When the little boy rushed up from the stairs, he bumped into a gang leader who wanted to go downstairs to check. He was almost knocked down. After seeing who it was, he apologized quickly: "Ah! Sorry, sir, I came up to deliver a letter. I didn't bump into you, did I?"

"It's okay, what happened downstairs? Why does it seem like a fight?"

"That fisherman in the southern area of ​​the living hell asked me to come up to deliver a letter. He said that the third floor is haunted, uh... he needs fire support."

"Haunted?" The gang leader squinted his eyes, seeming a little confused.

But soon, he heard the gunshots coming from downstairs becoming more and more frequent, and he knew it was not a prank. He came to the center of the corridor, waved to the others, and several people gathered together.

As the little boy ran back and forth between the floors, the windows of the Arkham Asylum building were lit up one by one. Soon, the windows on the third, fourth, and fifth floors were almost all lit up.

Batman, who had just driven the car into the ramp, slowly slowed down the car. He opened the car door and looked at the Arkham building, which was suddenly brightly lit, and squinted his eyes.

Just as he was thinking about what happened in Arkham Asylum, he didn't notice that the clown Jack, who was thrown on the back seat with blood on his face, slowly opened his eyes and showed a cunning smile.

Following Batman's line of sight, at this time, in addition to the third, fourth, and fifth floors, which had already been lit, only a room on the seventh floor was lit.

At this time, in this room, Jonathan, Hugo, and Constantine were frowning and watching the images played on a magic screen.

Constantine said helplessly: "I've said it before, this won't work. My poor little pet is almost killed by them."

"Ghosts can also be shot?" Hugo looked at Constantine and asked with some disdain.

"Ghosts can't be shot. Bullets have no lethality to them, but they are afraid of the light and heat when they shoot. Light and heat are very deadly to ghosts." Constantine sighed and explained.

The plan of these three people is quite meticulous. They originally planned to start from the high floors and go down, open the door of each ward, and then let all the patients out.

Generally, the higher the floor, the more dangerous the patients will be. Therefore, releasing the dangerous patients first and letting them hunt those patients on the lower floors can cause greater chaos and stimulate their ferocity.

And the method is that Constantine controls the ghosts to get the key and then open the door.

The process of getting the key was very smooth. Constantine's skill in manipulating ghosts was indeed good. He did not alarm anyone. After successfully getting the key, he successfully opened the doors of the third, fourth and fifth floors.

But after opening the door, they found a problem, that is, no one paid attention to them at all.

Because Constantine made a magic screen that could follow the perspective of ghosts, they could clearly see that the ghost did not deliberately conceal the sound when opening the door. The sound of the door lock being opened was very clear, but the patients did not seem to be awakened at all.

Hugo thought that it might be because the patients here were overdosed with tranquilizers, so they slept very deeply at night.

So, Hugo, a psychologist, asked Constantine to manipulate the ghost to break the glass, making a sharp sound, and then let the cold wind outside the window pour in, causing a change in temperature, and let the ghost flash continuously, making a drastic change in light.

These are all able to stimulate patients in their dreams, but they worked there for a long time, and still no one came out.

Finally, Hugo proposed a solution, which was to let Constantine's ghost deliberately reveal its whereabouts to attract people out.

But soon, they found that Gotham was indeed the most dangerous city in the world. As they expected, these patients were extremely dangerous. When they first encountered the ghost, they did not scream and flee, but planned to physically exorcise the ghost.

The ghost that Constantine put on the third floor had been compressed into the corner of the wall. The continuous fire, loud noise, explosion and heat had made the light on his body increasingly dim.

"This won't work. We have to lead them outside. Hurry! Let the ghost run outside!" Hugo said loudly.

Constantine could only raise his hands, which were gleaming with light. Before he could make any move, a pure white flash suddenly lit up on the magic screen, and the three of them covered their eyes.

"Flash bomb? Where did they get the military flash bomb?!" Hugo shouted, covering his eyes.

When the light faded, they were about to open their eyes, and then there was another flash bomb. Constantine's eyes began to tear up, and he waved his hand to turn off the screen.

"What the hell, where did these patients get such sufficient firepower? Hugo shouted in confusion.

"Sufficient? Why do you think this is sufficient? !" Constantine, who had been hanging out on the streets of Gotham for a few days, also shouted.

"This is not sufficient, what else..."

"Boom!

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Batman, who had just driven his car to the downstairs of Arkham Hospital, watched helplessly as a corner of the hospital building collapsed in the violent explosion.

Batman had a bad feeling, and he quickly turned the steering wheel, trying to drive the car in another direction, but at this moment, the Joker Jack in the back seat jumped up and strangled Batman's neck with his hands.

Batman struggled hard, his hands left the steering wheel, and the out-of-control car flew out in a spin, hitting the steps in front of the hospital gate.

At this time, several rockets flew out of the window above, "bang bang bang" and hit the back of the Batmobile.

The entire Batmobile was blown away by the violent aftermath of the explosion. After spinning freely in the air for two and a half weeks, it hit the gate of Arkham Hospital with a "pop".