Chapter 164

Just as Adam was about to leave, he suddenly found a black notebook on the clown's body.

Adam opened this note with curiosity, which recorded a person's life experience in Arkham.

Arkham madhouse is located on the outskirts of Gotham. The insane asylum is an "abnormal human research center", where most of the prisoners are extremely dangerous high intelligence criminals. In this lunatic asylum, the spirit of the doctor and the patient is not very normal, but I, grace Ackerman, can assure the world that I am not insane. Because of some special reasons, I was chased and killed by a crazy man. In order to escape some small crimes I committed in my early years, I disguised myself as a madman and hid here.

Now, I'm sitting in a rocking chair in the center of the lounge. All around is a snow-white world, white walls, white floors, white desks and chairs, and cold lighting. No one would like such an environment, even a madman.

"Grace, they took my doll." Yvonne sat at a table not far from me, her thin legs swinging back and forth.

There was an old man squatting under her desk. He was drooling all the time: "DOM is hungry!"

The old man, DOM, pulled his hair and yelled, "DOM is hungry! DOM wants to eat! "

This time, the noise was loud, and all the madmen around were in a panic.

There was an old lady in a wheelchair by the window in the distance. She thought she was a Pulsatilla, so she stayed in front of the nailed window every day. I know she's going to jump one day.

There are two people playing flying chess beside the heating. Oh, it's not normal flying chess. In fact, no one knows what their game rules are. Two madmen just play chess that no one can understand.

Other lunatics only dare to stay far away in the corner, to be exact, to avoid me. Yvonne and DOM are my only friends here. Because other lunatics are afraid of me.

Maybe it was because I didn't respond. Yvonne was a little angry. She punched me and said in a high voice, "grace!! They took my doll! "

I gave her a kick and was helpless to the little girl. "I heard Yvonne!" The girl is 12 years old, but she is from ward 7.

Akham's ward number is arranged according to the degree of danger. Generally speaking, the more crazy the psychiatric patient is, the higher the ward number is. DOM's number 16. I'm number one.

Yvonne jumped off the table and screamed, "I'm going to kill them! Grace! I'll tear them up Then she pulled out the chair under me and ran to smash the door.

The sound startled the madmen. DOM climbed out, grabbed a man and started to bite. The two men playing chess are smashing pieces.

Ms. Pulsatilla also hit the toughened glass with her head and sobbed like a bird in her mouth.

The red indicator light is on, which adds a little color to the rest room.

Some women began to scream, some men were excited and shouting.

In the chaos, some people were respectful to the army as if there were no one else, while others were dancing with unknown names.

The originally silent lounge turned into a lively banquet.

Scream, cry, alarm; Military ceremony, dance, violence, force, this is the banquet for the lunatics.

I stand in place, looking at all this, but my heart is very calm, and even some enjoyment.

Only a madman can truly express his emotions and thoughts. How I like my life here!

Maybe I'm crazy, I thought to myself.

Even in the chaos, no one came close to me, because they were afraid of me, afraid that I was crazy, or afraid that I was a normal person, a person outside? I don't know.

The head nurse rushed in with people, and the nurses and security guards waved stun sticks.

"Shut up! Stop! You crazy people The head nurse is not soft on her patients.

DOM was sedated. Yvonne was put in jail.

The rest of them calmed down after a few electric shocks. I looked at the head nurse coldly, but she did not dare to look at me. You see, it's another hypocrisy.

When the madmen are subdued, they are quiet and clever angels.

So the alarm was lifted, the banquet was forced to stop, and the place became a white cell, where a group of unusual people were imprisoned.

Maybe, according to the doctor, we are crazy. According to the head nurse in private, we are animals. This is strange, because in my opinion, we are all geniuses, geniuses that are not tolerated by ordinary people, pure geniuses.

We're not half hearted. Yvonne only cares about her baby. DOM just wants to eat. Lady Pulsatilla just wants to fly. Oh, this is a world of fuckers.

DOM looked sick after taking the sedative. He collapsed on the table and choked his nose with saliva and tears.

The paramedics didn't care. They strapped him up and kicked him off the table.

So I couldn't control my anger any more. I kicked down the nurses and taught them a lesson on the most basic respect with my fist.

The head nurse rushed over with an electric stick and fell to the ground with one blow.

So the security guards around didn't dare to get close. Around the white cage, my lovely lunatics, who were electrified by electric sticks, whistled and screamed at me!

With these whistles, I smile and raise my hands.

The head nurse, covering her broken nose, stood up and pushed me rudely to the cell.

When she saw my smile, she shrunk her hand again and only gently put it on me.

I was surrounded by security guards. They were all on guard, holding electric batons. It seemed that as long as I had any action, I was ready to jump on them all. I showed them my teeth, and they huddled back again.

All the way out of the lounge, I could hear cheers and whistles coming from behind the long white corridor.

Head nurse scolded a few: "lunatic." The confinement room is a traditional dark room with dirty bedplates and smelly pillows. Before the head nurse closes, I pinch the fat on her face to pull her closer.

"I heard your men took Yvonne's doll again?"

The head nurse's fat face was trembling, and the uncooked nosebleed was still hanging on her face. I then said, "return it before the power failure at night, you know? Lisa, be obedient. "

She nodded quickly, then hesitated and said, "I'll put it back, grace. And I, my name is Helen

I released my hand and laughed. "As long as you're obedient, Dylan, I won't trouble you. In the future, stay away from Yvonne. It's good for you and me, isn't it ~ ~ "I raise my tail and let them turn their tones as they please, which is the intonation I learned from another person.

She quickly locked away from me and agreed to the agreement.

Adam frowned and closed the notebook. He always felt that things were not so simple.

This notebook is a diary. He carefully analyzes the people in the diary, but no one is familiar with it.

This should be a diary from a long time ago. The akham described in it is not the same as it is now. In fact, the akham madhouse is more like a prison for felons.