"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!" Harley dropped the scalpel in a panic and screamed: "It's over! I didn't even write the review! It's all your fault. I would have made up for it if you two hadn't delayed it. It’s over!
"Harry, are you there? Can I go in? I heard from people on the first floor that you are in this room..."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'm changing clothes!" Harley hurriedly put away the tool box, waved vigorously to the two people, and lowered her voice and said: "Quick, quick, quick, you hide quickly, you are being If he finds out you will be finished!"
"Isn't Bruce Wayne... I mean, isn't he the famous playboy in Gotham? Why should we be afraid of him?" The red hood was pushed by Harley into the cabinet, and he kept talking. In protest, Harley pushed him into the cabinet, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Are you serious?! He built this mental hospital with his own hands!" Red Robin took a breath and said, With Harley's support, he also squeezed into the cabinet. Through the gap in the cabinet door, the two saw Harley opening the door and Bruce Wayne appearing outside the door.
Bruce said as he closed the door: "I should have come earlier, but I went to the office upstairs to get a letter. I came to check on your progress before leaving. There are people waiting for me in the office." Ha. Li immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Since Bruce was in a hurry, he definitely didn't have time to read the written conclusion. Fortunately, she just didn't write the summary and had already finished the practical part.
Bruce and Harley walked to the operating table. Bruce did not change into surgical clothes, but put on a pair of gloves.
He steadily stretched out his hand to open the cut abdominal skin, remove unnecessary organs, pinch the blood vessels and nerves, and inspect the cutting conditions inside, his eyes calm and a little academically focused.
Then, he stretched out his hand and pinched the muscles on the arm of the dissection subject, looked up at Harley and said, "You didn't thaw him completely?"
"Well, the thawing room downstairs was full, so I moved it up and defrosted it naturally, but I didn't expect it to defrost so slowly. I was anxious to do my homework, so I went under the knife." Bruce's expression was obvious. With a hint of dissatisfaction, even though this matter had nothing to do with them, the two Robins still felt their hearts in their throats, as if they were back when they were waiting for Batman's evaluation after each mission.
"Next time, remember to defrost it completely before performing the operation. However, this is also due to my lack of consideration. The defrosting room is a little too small. What do you think about adding another room on the underground floor?"
"Isn't the underground level a bit far?" Harley said while packing up the surgical tools: "Although it is relatively close to the cold storage, it is still very troublesome to move the thawed corpse up."
"What about adding a direct elevator?"
"That's no problem. It's nice to have money."
"How's your limb section doing?"
"Here, I'll show it to you." Harley
He ran to the warehouse with a bang, then came back with a tray. Bruce checked the limb slices on it, and then started to explain to Harley how to separate the nerves with a slice of the elbow structure.
The Red Hood hiding in the cabinet made a gesture to Red Robin,
"Should I just say he's crazy?"
"I couldn't agree more." Red Robin nodded vigorously and responded with gestures. But suddenly, Bruce's voice came from outside the cabinet: "I saw blood on the wall over there, what's going on?" Red Robin's heart was immediately tightened, outside the gap in the cabinet In the dim light, he saw Bruce turning to look at where he was sitting before. It must be that Harley left a little blood when she took the bullet and didn't have time to wipe it off.
"Oh, that was accidentally dropped on the ground when I took the scalpel to check the warehouse inventory." Harley explained.
Red Robin felt relieved.
"How did you get the first aid kit over there?" Bruce asked again. Red Hood's heart ached again.
"I thought I left my glove inside, so I went to check it out, but to my surprise, it wasn't there. I didn't have time to put it back." Red Hood was relieved.
Bruce's tone had always been calm, as if he was just asking casually, but with the situation of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the room, this normal tone seemed more and more abnormal, even creepy.
Ten minutes later, Bruce finally finished his lecture and checked his homework. After he turned around and left, what came out of the cabinet were almost two lumps of limp noodles.
Red Hood sat down on the ground. He kept breathing heavily and said, "It scared me to death. He just barely found it!" But Red Robin was a little more awake than him, so he reflected: " Why should we be afraid of him? We're not even that afraid of Batman!"
"How do I know? When we were in the closet just now, you were shaking harder than me!"
"I just think the way he put his hand directly into the abdominal cavity to check the incision is so evil!" Red Robin said with some self-deprecation: "I can't describe it, but the way he dissected the corpse just now made me feel that if we were discovered by him, We are the ones lying on the dissecting table!" Red Hood nodded vigorously, agreeing with his idea.
They had never seen Bruce's gesture before on Batman. Batman didn't kill people, so he wouldn't let them see corpses, let alone let them see him dissect corpses.
Although they knew that all the actions Bruce performed were actually for medical academic purposes and were by no means as evil as some serial killers who played with corpses, they still couldn't help but connect the two, and then from the contradictory A completely different kind of fear arose in the feeling.
Human beings will panic or burst out with other emotions in environments that are beyond common sense. If they are very calm in the face of a certain environment, it proves that this environment is acceptable and familiar to them - what Bruce just showed So peaceful.
This made the two imaginative Robins have some terrible thoughts. Reason told them that it was impossible, but they didn't have much sense left now.
Red Robin looked at Harley and asked tentatively: "You just said that this mental hospital was funded by Bruce Wayne?"
"More than that, this mental hospital was designed by him himself. Everything from the building structure to the selection of materials was finalized by him. Of course, he also established the operating model."
"So, getting corpses from gangsters is also..." Harley nodded and said, "Who else besides Wayne could have such access?" After that, she led the two of them to the window, and Harley closed the curtains. Pulling it open, what caught Red Robin and Red Hood's eyes was an entire island of continuous buildings.
In addition to the one they were in, there were at least a dozen different buildings scattered around the island. From the appearance of the buildings, it could be seen that they had different functions. It was like an independent world with complete facilities.
Before the two of them could ask, Harley introduced them to them.
"The building we are in is the regular inpatient department of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. It has seven floors above ground and underground. It contains more than 600 regular wards and more than 100 special care wards, as well as a two-story patient activity center. It’s a cold storage for storing corpses.”
"As you can see, the people living here are terrible serial killers, but actually they are not terrible. Look over there, that semi-circular building with a helipad on the roof is a nursing home."
"The sanatoriums are filled with celebrities, including scholars, wealthy people, and even nobles."
"They don't live here all the time. They only come here to attend academic conferences when invited by professors, or they vacation here for one or two weeks in late fall every year."
"Of course, they also have little hobbies similar to the patients in the regular ward. The higher the floor, the higher the class, whether it is social status or professional level. I heard that an ogre who lives on the top floor is a count. "Yeah." Harley introduced some of the living facilities of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital in bits and pieces, including the cafeteria, activity area, conference center, etc.
As Red Robin looked far into the distance, he saw that this building was not the only one surrounded by buildings on the entire island, but there were also three or four buildings in the distance.
"There." Harley pointed to the entire square building complex in the distance and said, "Did you see it? There is a separate bridge leading to the buildings in the North District, which is where the Gotham gang leaders operate." Red Hood Standing in front of the window with Red Robin, he discovered that Harley was pointing to a brightly lit construction area, where tall buildings stood tall and neon lights shone. Even late at night, searchlights lit up the dark night sky.
"There are mansions, dance halls, casinos, bars, etc. that the gang leaders need for socializing. People from the Twelve Families and gang leaders will exchange information and intelligence there. All their cooperation and business since the beginning of this year have been there. Negotiated."
"And over there." Harley changed direction again, and Red Hood and Red Robin looked where she pointed.
Over there is a slightly quiet low-rise ring-shaped building area. It is located in the densest forest on the entire island. It is blocked by lush plants. Some people can't see the specific situation clearly, but you can still see a large size in the center. Airport.
"It is by far the largest and most luxurious mercenary distribution park in the world. You can find any mercenary in the world who is openly employed there. Even if they are not there personally, there must be someone there who can contact them."
"The way I want to tell you to get out of here is to call a mercenary to escort you out. It's simple, convenient and fast. Since you helped me complete my homework in time, I'll hire him this time." Red Hood and Red Robin looked at each other. Red Hood smacked his lips and said, "We will pay you back."
"Thank you for bandaging us, miss. It's what we should do to help you complete your homework. It would be better if the process was not so scary." Red Robin smiled at Harley and said, "And this time we owe it to you. Yours, I will be at your disposal at any time before we leave." Harley waved her hand and said quite loyally: "Okay, I didn't expect you guys to be so sensible. It seems that I really got some blood this time."
"Wait, I'll call a professional for you!" Three minutes later, a figure appeared on the roof of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and five minutes later, two neat screams came from the building. .
“Death knell??!
