Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 15 Another Me
  In Arkham Asylum, Dr. Hugo was looking through Terry Pickles' medical examination report seriously, and the real owner was sitting in front of him.

But this Terry Pickles still didn't respond to the outside world. He just sat in his wheelchair with his head lowered, motionless, as if in a daze.

"I have never seen such strange brain waves. It looks like a vegetative person. The physiological activities are better than that of a vegetative person. I can grasp things brought to my hand and have a relatively more 'enthusiastic' response to items such as game consoles. .”

"But the brain waves are duller than those of a vegetative state. If a living person wasn't sitting in front of me and breathing, I would have almost thought it was a corpse."

Dr. Hugo stood up, stretched out his fingers to flip Terry Pickles' eyelids, and then sat back down thoughtfully.

"Is there no way?"

A hoarse and deep voice sounded in the room, and a figure slowly walked out of the shadows. Batman, wrapped in a cape, stood behind Dr. Hugo.

Hugo's eyes narrowed slightly, he shook his head and nodded again.

Batman noticed Hugo's movements and walked slowly until he reached Terry who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"You are the most authoritative brain neurology and psychotherapy expert in the industry hired by Wayne Group. I thought you would give some unusual opinions."

Moreover, most of the criminals here have direct or indirect relationships with the Night Knight.

"Push this patient to the scanning observation room. I need to record in detail the changes in his brain data throughout the day."

interesting.

There was also a bug there, but it was thrown to the ceiling by some unknown method.

"Not the usual attention."

"This has nothing to do with you. If possible, I hope you can cure him."

Dr. Hugo raised the information in his hand and slowly covered his eyes with dark circles: "It's not completely impossible, but I'm more curious, why are you so interested in this young man?"

If you observe the nurse's eyes, you will find that after Dr. Hugo's snap of his fingers, his pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes were as dull as Terry Pickles in a wheelchair.

Hugo pressed the paging device on his desk, and five seconds later, a caregiver came in.

This is against the rules. You need to apply to the dean for the use of the treatment room, because it is not a real treatment room, but a special single room used to discipline disobedient prisoners.

But the nurse didn't offer any advice, but silently changed direction and walked towards where Dr. Hugo pointed.

Batman was silent for a moment and did not answer the question. He only said one sentence.

After Batman left, Dr. Hugo put down the information in his hand, stood up slowly, wandered to the edge of the desk, and then stretched out his hand to fumble around.

Halfway through the journey, Hugo suddenly stopped and snapped his fingers, with an inexplicable meaning in his tone: "Wait, I changed my mind."

The two of them left the consultation room one after another. Dr. Hugo walked in front with his hands behind his back and walked easily.

There is no way, even if the asylum is extremely tightly guarded, Batman can always sneak in unknowingly.

Hugo turned around and glanced at the dark corner where Batman had been just now.

As he should, he pulled out a button-sized bug from under his desk, looked at it, and then put it back.

"Let's go to the treatment room."

Then Batman left Hugo's diagnosis room - he is also the only special being who can enter and exit the lunatic asylum at will by official acquiescence.

The caregiver walked obediently behind Terry Pickles and held the two handles of the wheelchair.

In fact, when Dr. Hugo came to Arkham on his fourth day, everyone from the dean to Victor, the security guard who brought him in that day, was hypnotized by him using a special technique.

All it takes is a special syllable and a command to activate the hypnotic effect.

Now the entire lunatic asylum has become a back garden where Hugo gets everything he wants.

People are not as good as the sky.

Batman is already vigilant enough, but Dr. Hugo, who has no problem with his real resume, will not be the one he guards tightly.

In fact, Hugo did not do anything illegal before entering the asylum.

All his knowledge and skills were started just for the lunatic asylum.

Soon, Terry Pickles was pushed into a dark room.

Under Hugo's instructions, the nurse obediently activated the switches of various instruments, and the top of the originally dark room lit up with a dazzling white light - a room full of strange instruments appeared in front of him.

Three days ago, there were only various torture instruments left over from the Black Gate Prison era in this room.

Of course, it's not transported in from the outside. Batman has strict surveillance on any transportation in and out of Arkham.

But Dr. Hugo had prepared for this day by teaching himself a level of mechanical engineering knowledge that rivaled his officially certified degree in psychology.

These strange instruments were all modified by Hugo using old computers from Arkham Asylum, old torture instruments, and weapons commonly used by super criminals who were imprisoned in the asylum and had seized dangerous goods.

Otherwise, do you think his dark circles were revealed by staying up late and looking at medical records?
  Humming an unknown tune, Hugo directed the hypnotized nurse to move Terry Pickles onto the 'operating bed'. Wires and patches of various colors were attached to Terry's head, and finally the unconscious patient was fixed with restraints removed from the old torture instruments.

Hugo walked to a green screen and asked the nurse to leave the room: "Go have a cup of coffee, or go to the bathroom, and read today's newspaper - in short, don't go near this place within an hour."

When he was the only one left in the room, Hugo also adjusted various data and placed one hand on the slightly rusty gate.

"How about being gentler? Use first gear and see."

"What do you think? Dear Terry?"

Bang!
  Marvel · New York · Queens · Midtown High School.

Terry, who was already sitting at the same table with Peter, suddenly yawned loudly, and an overwhelming feeling of sleepiness surged up.

"Keep an eye on the teacher for me while I sleep..."

With a thud, Terry's head fell down.

Peter was suddenly stunned: "Did you not sleep well last night? Hello? Huh? You can fall asleep so quickly?"

……

"I want revenge!"

"...Pixel games should not be eliminated by the times!"

"uncle……"

"I want more power."

"Penguin."

"Batman!"

The intense white light, the painful impact, and the burning sensation that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul.

Terry Pickles opened his eyes suddenly, and his forehead was covered with bulging veins.

He felt as if there was an electric drill pounding into his brain.

In severe pain, Terry turned his head hard and saw a pair of passionate eyes hidden behind the lenses.

Dr. Hugo pulled back the gate and looked at the restrained patient with a serious look, as if he was looking at his own work.

"Although he is awake, he is probably not completely cured."

Hugo came over, took out a flashlight from his arms, opened Terry's eyelids and took a look.

Terry moved his lips: "Who are you?"

Hugo did not answer, but focused on observing Terry's pupil reflection.

"Interesting, my intuition is indeed right! Except for the particularly rare ones, you are the most valuable research material in this place!"

Hugo put away the flashlight and stretched out his hand to adjust the frame of his glasses: "I guess you should have language logic now. How do you feel? Can you remember your name?"

Terry closed his eyes and paused, his expression became more painful, and his voice trembled.

"I don't know, I feel like there are memories of three people in my head!"

"But the other two are more vague and have a lot of imperfections - based on the most complete memory, am I called Terry Pickles?"

"Oh ho!"

Hugo snapped his fingers excitedly: "It seems it's time for the master personality!"

"Let me heal you, Terry Pickles, and I'll show you who you really are."

"Heal me?"

"Yes, you are very, very seriously ill. Only I can treat you in this world."

Terry watched the figure walk back to the strange instrument. Combined with the pain in his head and the restraints all over his body, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then he seemed to understand something and started struggling crazily.

Hugo's voice was so low that it was more like mumbling to himself, but in Terry Pickles' ears, it was more like a devil whispering in his ear: "Now, it's time to increase the power."

"let me go!"

"No! What are you doing!"

As the parameters were changed and the switch was activated, Terry's muscles suddenly tightened, and he trembled crazily with severe pain that was several times the intensity of an electric drill penetrating his bones.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

(End of this chapter)