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Chapter 227 Making a Mentally Ill Tighten Screws

Inside Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne received an alert about an incident at Arkham Asylum.

As a key area of ​​concern, he personally imprisoned more than half of the patients in the mental hospital.

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

All of these Gotham villains, who are like a menu, have been imprisoned in this place, so any incident here will definitely be a major event affecting the entire city of Gotham.

Now, as the alarm bells connected to the mental hospital rang, Bruce turned on the monitor and was shocked to see that the mental patients from before were now unrestrained and being dragged along the corridor.

Yes, tow it!

Around the necks of these mental patients was a collar, all connected by a rope.

It's just a very ordinary straw rope, but it's stronger than an alloy.

Even Bane, who could tear steel apart with his bare hands, was now unable to break the ordinary straw rope, his face flushed red. Helplessly, he was dragged away by the collar like a dead dog.

At one end of the rope, a handsome young man with long, flowing hair was holding it and heading towards the cafeteria.

Bruce had no recollection of the boy's appearance from the surveillance footage and had no idea where the boy had come from, but he was very familiar with the man next to him.

It was Gavin, whom he had just arrested and imprisoned not long ago.

Bruce had always wondered how Gavin, an ordinary middle-aged office worker, had become so wealthy, and where his gold and strange abilities came from.

But now, his doubts may soon be resolved.

"Is he someone even more troublesome than the killer?" Bruce pondered, feeling a bit uneasy.

The killer he referred to was Gavin, a title that best explains his actions during this period.

In Arkham, White Night hummed a lullaby as he dragged these madmen along like dead dogs.

Some criminals tried to get up and attack, but he only had to pull them gently before they fell down like dominoes.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid," Bai Ye reassured them. "Just enjoy the peace and tranquility for now. You'll soon find out that the best days are yet to come."

"Fake, you..." Bane tried to say something, but the next moment Gavin quickly stepped forward and stomped down, crushing Bane's jaw and rendering him speechless.

"Well done," Bai Ye agreed.

It's fortunate that Gavin acted quickly; otherwise, if Bai Ye had made his move, the renowned Bane would likely have experienced the terror of Hook Literature firsthand.

However... perhaps Gavin, knowing this, would regret his unnecessary actions.

They were dragged along like this, a long line of hundreds of people being pulled to the canteen.

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

Looking at these guys in hospital gowns, each with a long list of crimes on their hands, they deserve to be shot, but they've survived until now because of the protection of the law.

"Mr. Bai, why not just kill them?" Gavin asked, looking at the group.

His only attitude towards these people was to kill them!

The thought of letting these scumbags live even a second longer made Gavin feel an itch all over his body.

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

"Understood. These scumbags really deserve to be tortured. Let me skin them alive first." A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Gavin's eyes.

His words instilled fear in a considerable number of patients, but many others remained unmoved.

Speechless, Bai Ye sighed as he looked at Gavin, "These are the most seriously ill people in all of Gotham. Simply killing or torturing them is not as effective as dealing with those petty thugs in the underworld."

Gavin looked at the criminals, who remained defiant despite his threats, and nodded in agreement: "So, what do you want to do?"

"We should punish according to their aptitude. I think that making them experience what they hate is more torturous than making them suffer the fear of death and physical pain."

"For example, we should give straight men hooks, give crazy people screws, give Coca-Cola users Pepsi, and make sweet tofu pudding people eat savory food every day. That would be considered appropriate punishment, and punishment should be given to all without discrimination."

"For example, like this." Bai Ye raised the Rinnegan in his hand and pointed it at one of the criminals. The next moment, the criminal immediately started screaming wildly and rolling on the ground, which startled the mental patients around him.

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

"Oh, I just used illusion magic to make him tighten screws."

Bai Ye said calmly, "His mind is insanely free, but he can only feel his soul mechanically turning screws within his body."

"When communicating with people in illusions, I clearly want to go crazy, but I can only utter refined and gentle words each time."

"And all three meals a day consist of canned herring mixed with snail rice noodles and durian, which is so delicious that even if you don't want to eat it, your body will automatically force it into your stomach."

"By night, the man was completely unable to move and could only watch helplessly as a man resembling Batman touched his body."

"Then, because he was in an illusion, he didn't even get any sleep. After selling hooks all night, he would only become more and more exhausted, but he still had to force himself to get up and tighten screws the next day."

"Under such mental torture, I only gave him three days of working-class meals and he really went crazy."

Bai Ye pointed to the prison uniform and smiled, but the meaning behind his words made everyone present gasp.

Even Gavin's face twitched slightly.

After all, he's just crazy, but he still has his own joys and sorrows. Even if he were to come here, he wouldn't be able to handle this kind of job, eating shit and making hooks.

Bai Ye, however, felt it was a pity that the prisoner's spirit could only last for three days.

Otherwise, if it goes on for too long, he will also experience the frustration of being scolded by his boss for making mistakes at work, and then looking at 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 only able to eat shit.

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

Bai Ye might struggle with how to cure mental illness, but he has plenty of methods and means to torture mentally ill people and make them suffer.

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

Even if it's a clown, you have to make him leave, clutching his backside and cursing.

"Now, I've driven the first patient insane. It's time for the rest of you to take your turn." Bai Ye gazed at the remaining people with a warm smile on his face.

"Here comes the little flying stick!"

(End of this chapter)