Chapter 227 Let the Mental Disease Tighten the Screws

In Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne received an alarm about the incident in Arkham Asylum.

As a key focus area, more than half of the patients in the asylum were imprisoned by him personally.

The Joker, Harley Quinn, Bane, Penguin, Two-Face, Riddler, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze...

All these Gotham villains, which are like the names of dishes, have been imprisoned in this place, so as long as something happens, it will definitely affect the entire Gotham City.

Now, as the bell connected to the asylum alarm rang, Bruce turned on the monitor and was shocked to see that the mentally ill patients before were now untied and dragged in the corridor.

Yes, dragging!

There was a collar tied around the necks of these mentally ill patients, connected by a rope.

It was obviously just the most ordinary straw rope, but it was stronger than alloy.

Bane, who could tear steel apart, blushed but couldn't tear the ordinary straw rope apart. He could only helplessly be dragged by the collar like a dead dog and go out.

At the head of the straw rope, a handsome boy with long hair like a waterfall was holding him and heading towards the cafeteria outside.

Bruce didn't have any impression of the boy through the surveillance video. He didn't know where the boy came from, but he was impressed by the man next to him.

It was Gavin who was just arrested and imprisoned by him not long ago.

In fact, Bruce has always been puzzled about a question, how did Gavin, an ordinary middle-aged office worker, make his fortune, and where did the gold and those weird abilities come from.

But now, his doubts may be solved.

'Is he a more difficult person than the killer? ' Bruce thought in his heart, feeling a little tricky.

The killer he mentioned refers to Gavin, and this title is the best explanation for his behavior during this period.

In Arkham, Bai Ye hummed a ballad and dragged these lunatics like dead dogs.

Some criminals wanted to stand up and attack, but they fell down like dominoes with just a slight pull from him.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid." Bai Ye comforted: "Just enjoy the peace now, and you will know that good days are still to come."

"Fake, you..." Bane wanted to say something, but the next moment Gavin quickly stepped forward and stepped on him, directly shattering Bane's jaw and making him unable to speak.

"Well done." Bai Ye agreed.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that Gavin acted quickly, otherwise when Bai Ye took action, I am afraid that Bane, who is famous outside, will feel the horror of hook literature.

However... maybe Gavin, who knew this, would regret his unnecessary actions.

Just like this, a long line of hundreds of people were dragged all the way to the cafeteria.

At this point, Bai Ye sat on a stool and scanned the group of people.

Looking at these guys in hospital gowns, each of them had a lot of crimes on their hands. It was not wrong to be shot, but they are still alive because of the protection of the law.

"Mr. Bai, why don't you just kill them?" Looking at these guys, Gavin asked.

He has only one attitude towards these people, only to kill!

When thinking about letting these scum live one more second, Gavin just felt itchy all over his bones.

"Killing, sometimes it doesn't solve the problem." Bai Ye said so.

"I understand, this kind of scum should indeed be tortured severely, let me peel off their skin first." Gavin's eyes flashed a trace of bloodthirsty light.

Under his words, a considerable number of patients felt terrified, but there were still many people with no ripples in their eyes.

Looking at Gavin in silence, Bai Ye sighed and said, "These are the sickest people in Gotham. The effect of simple death or torture is not as good as those gangsters outside."

Gavin looked at the criminals who were still fearless under his threat, and nodded in agreement: "Then what do you want to do?"

"We should punish according to the aptitude. I think that compared to letting them endure the fear of death and physical pain, letting them experience what they hate is torture."

"For example, opening hooks for straight men, tightening screws for lunatics, giving Coke users Pepsi, and letting sweet tofu pudding eat salty meals, this can be regarded as punishment according to the aptitude, and there is no distinction between punishments."

"For example, like this." Bai Ye raised the Samsara Eye in his hand and aimed it at one of the criminals. The next moment, the other party immediately roared wildly and rolled on the ground, which directly scared the mentally ill people around him.

"Mr. Bai, what did you just do?"

"Oh, I just used an illusion to control him to screw the screws."

Bai Ye said calmly: "His mind is crazy and free, but he can only feel his soul mechanically screwing the screws in his body."

"When communicating with the people in the illusion, he clearly wants to go crazy, but every time he can only spit out elegant and easy-going words"

"And all three meals a day are canned herring mixed with snail noodles and durian. This kind of delicious food, even if you don't want to eat, your body will automatically act to force it into your stomach."

"When it was night, this man couldn't move at all. He could only watch and feel the gay man who looked like Batman caressing his body."

"Then because he was in the illusion, he didn't even have sleep. After selling hooks all night, he would be more and more tired, but he had to get up the next day to screw screws."

"Under such mental torture, I only gave him three days of workers' meal and he really went crazy."

Bai Ye pointed at the prison uniform and smiled, but the meaning of his words made everyone at the scene gasp.

Even Gavin's face twitched a little.

After all, he was just crazy, but he still had his own joys and sorrows. Even if he came, he couldn't hold on to such a set of working and eating shit and hooking.

But Bai Ye felt a little sorry that the prisoner's spirit could only hold on for three days.

Otherwise, if it was longer, he would feel the frustration of being scolded by his boss for mistakes at work, and then looking at the normal food on the roadside at the end of the month, wanting to spend money to buy it, but being owed wages at the end of the month and still having to eat shit.

Anyway, after this, these people either go crazy or become depressed.

If Bai Ye wants to cure mental illness, he may still have a headache about how to start, but if he wants to torture mental illness and make these people feel pain, he has plenty of methods and means.

After all, sometimes, not killing is a more cruel method than killing!

Even if the clown comes, he will be made to leave with his butt covered and cursing.

"Now, the first patient has been cured by me and it's the rest of the people's turn next." Bai Ye stared at the rest of the people with a warm smile on his face.

"The little flying stick is here."