Gotham Laugher

Chapter 181
"You, you're not wearing a uniform, aren't you from our company?" The woman looked at Jack suspiciously and asked.

"Me, that."

Jack faltered and couldn't speak, his whole head was in a daze, as if all the blood had entered his brain, and he couldn't think at all.

The woman backed away slightly.

He originally thought that this person was actually some kind of client who got lost accidentally, but why did this person suddenly start to blush?

Could it be that I...are too attractive?

The female secretary smiled at this thought, brushed her hair on her forehead shyly, and was about to say something like whether to have dinner together, when she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

The smile on her face stopped.

Staring blankly at the man in front of him, he was pointing at himself with his index finger, and there was a small hole at the fingertip.

The woman lowered her head slowly.

She was bleeding from her left chest and was having difficulty breathing.

"You, yes, help."

At this moment, Jack's chest was heaving and heaving, and he looked extremely nervous. When the woman on the opposite side fell down, his brain seemed to wake up suddenly.

Himself, murdered?

"No, I, I didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't my fault, it was Hugo, Hugo forced me to come, I'm sorry! Hurry up! Hurry up, someone! Someone's dead! Come on!"

At this moment, Jack seemed to have forgotten his purpose.

He can't kill, this woman is innocent, he may not have found himself at all, why should he kill an innocent person for himself.

It's really ironic.

This kind of idea is extremely rare in Gotham, almost extinct, but it actually appeared in a gangster who was born on Naihe Island.

Jack's shouts attracted a large group of people.

The first time they saw a man calling for someone, they subconsciously thought that Jack was a friend or colleague of the woman on the ground.

Immediately leaned forward.

"what happened?"

Jack said in a daze: "I, I didn't mean to, I didn't shoot her on purpose, I, I was coerced, yes, me."

The faces of the few people approaching changed suddenly, and they rushed over directly and pushed Jack to the ground.

"Quick! Quick, call an ambulance, she's shot through the lung, oh my god!"

"By the way! Don't forget to call the police!"

When Jack heard the word call the police, the trace of luck that existed before was completely gone.

He understood that he was completely screwed this time.

……

The police car drove Jack all the way to the Gotham Police Station.

Along the way, the policeman driving in front kept prostituted Jack, seeming a little funny.

These police officers were all recruited into the GCPD after the Gotham incident.

So they felt like Jack was going to the United States to see giant pandas for a person like Jack who killed someone and turned into such a lost soul.

The car quickly arrived at the Gotham Police Station.

Sitting in the detention room, Jack stared blankly at his toes.

kill.

This crime is already very simple, there is no second possibility other than sending him to Black Gate Prison.

Hehe, although he already knew that, sooner or later in his life, he would go to a place like a prison.

But I didn't expect that it would be so fast.

"Ding dong~"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the police who arrested him waved to him.

Jack sighed and walked over.

The police took him outside the police station and stuffed him into the trunk of a car.

"This, is this going to send me to Black Gate Prison?" Jack asked tremblingly.

The driver in front looked back at Jack, snorted coldly and said, "That's a beautiful idea, the place you're going to is much more disgusting than Blackgate Prison."

"what?"

Much more disgusting than Blackgate Prison?
Jack murmured, but as dozens of lunatics were crammed in, an idea popped into his mind.

"This, this is actually, going to, Arkham Asylum's car?" Jack asked uncertainly.

"Hahahaha! Arkham, I'm going to Arkham!" A prisoner who had just gotten into the car suddenly laughed and yelled at Arkham, slamming his foot on the ground of the car.

"MD! Quiet me!"

The driver in front scolded unhappily, and the lunatic became quieter.

But no one found out.

Jack in the corner couldn't help laughing.

Why are you laughing?
Wherever Arkham is, Hugo Strange is there.

He must have brought himself back to Arkham.

Otherwise, he looked like a normal person, so how could he not go to the black gate?
Jack, who felt that he was turning around, was complacent.

Arkham Asylum.

Hugo poured a cup of black tea, while the assistant behind him was reporting.

"Dr. Hugo, that idiot is already being sent back to Arkham. After taking over, is he going to secretly send him back to the laboratory's holding room?"

Hearing this, Hugo took a sip from the cup, then put it down, and said with a smile: "Send it back to the detention room, of course not, there is no doubt that Jack is a very bad test subject, but since he is a test subject, we He has to make the most of it.”

The assistant narrowed his eyes.

"I don't quite understand, Dr. Hugo, what do you mean?"

Hugo stood up from the chair, walked to the window, looked out of the window and said: "In addition to that part of the limbs, I actually added some genetic modifications to him. Think about it, a person who can What a perfect work of art would be a person who lived in the desert without eating, drinking or sweating for fifty days."

Hugo laughed softly, and said, "Put him in a special detention area and give him the least amount of food and water every day. This is a great experiment, isn't it?"

"Yes, Dr. Hugo."

And Jack, after entering Arkham, parted ways with those lunatics, but was brought all the way to the deepest part of Arkham by two nurses.

As the surroundings became darker, Jack swallowed and asked, "Two, me, that, is Mr. Hugo here?"

Neither of the nurses spoke.

"arrive."

As the last light disappeared, Jack was pulled into a completely dark place, with two huge iron prison doors in front of him.

One opened the door, and the other pulled Jack and was about to throw it in.

Feeling something was wrong, Jack yelled.

"No, no, what are you doing! I want to see Dr. Hugo! He told me to go to Arkham! Let me go!"

The nurse had a headache from the noise, punched Jack hard, threw him into the cell, and closed the cell door.

Jack stood up, rushed over and kept hitting the door because it was solid and couldn't make a sound.

As time passed little by little.

Jack slowly changed from lying prone on the cell to burying his face in the ground and covering his head with his hands.

for the next few months.

Jack was crying every day, breaking down and smashing the bed every day.

It's too dark in here.

There is no one here.

They don't feed themselves.

Why did he suffer all this, he is a good man!

For the first month, he was so thirsty that he was forced to drink the water in the toilet, knocking on the door in despair every day, hoping that Hugo would suddenly let him out.

Hope someone can remember that he shouldn't be locked up here.

In the second month, he tried to dig out the wall with his two hands, but only a little bit of wall dust was removed, while the only intact left hand was dripping with blood.

……

In the fifth month, it seemed that Hugo had left Arkham, and the cell finally had normal food for the first day.

And he can communicate with the delivery man.

but.

In fact, the night before this day came.

A long period of darkness and silence, a hope that has been completely lost, and a bad experience all the time.

Jack's brain has forgotten his name.

Forgot what his name was.

Jack just felt that he had never smiled.

So, he detached his fingers and put the knife in his mouth...

(End of this chapter)