ALL NOVEL Chapter 60 Scarecrow!
Klein left the visiting room with his briefcase, walked through the long corridor, came to Falconi's ward, opened the door and walked in.
Falconi was sitting in a chair and looking at Klein calmly.
"You move so fast, man, you helped me a lot, but that's not enough. You have to let me out and then apply for bail for me. Staying in this mental hospital is not what I want."
Falconi reached out and patted his psychotic costume. The ridicule in his words made Klein couldn't help but sneer.
"Do you think you still have a chance to leave here, Kaman?" Klein still said elegantly: "You let me and the people above me down. You were defeated by a vigilante operating in the dark. You easily You have completely exposed the content of my cooperation with you. You are really an idiot, but I promise that now is not your stupidest time."
As Klein spoke, he opened his briefcase, took out the mask inside, and put it on his head. The mask looked like a tattered linen bag and looked funny.
"Hey, man, I know you want to kill me, but you're not going to use this idiot's tattered mask to get rid of me. I recommend you to find a faster way. I don't want to be laughed to death by you. Ha ha"
Falconi laughed. He knew that it would be difficult for him to survive now. He had never laughed so wildly, so he smiled openly and happily now.
Klein stretched out his hand to applaud and said: "It's something worthy of admiration that you can still laugh. But if you can still laugh after a while, then I will really admire you."
As Klein spoke, he pressed a mechanism on his box, and a ball of light blue mist suddenly sprayed into Falconi's face.
Falconi inhaled a lot of mist in the blink of an eye. He coughed twice first, and then he began to tremble, panic, and fear. In his eyes, Klein turned into a tall man who kept dropping carrion to the ground. scarecrow
"No, don't come over"
Falconi stood up hastily. He planned to run away, but when he turned around, he realized that monsters like scarecrows were everywhere.
He howled, howled, and even when he was dragged out of the ward by Klein's men, he still howled non-stop.
"Scarecrow, scarecrow, scarecrow" he broke free from the person who was holding him, and then he kept staggering back until his back hit the wall. He squatted on the ground, waving his hands wildly, always proud of himself. At this moment, all the capabilities of the vessel were completely reduced to nothing.
"Get away from me, monster, scarecrow"
Falconi's pupils began to dilate, and there was drool at the corners of his mouth. He was at a loss what to do, frightened, and he was frightened.
Rachel sees Falconi like this
Rachel sat helplessly across from Falcone, looking at the most powerful gangster in Gotham before her, rolling her eyes like a fool, drooling, and repeating Scarecrow in her mouth.
“What’s up with the scarecrow and why does he keep repeating it?”
Rachel asked the last question, and she could even guess the answer Klein was about to give her, but she was unwilling to do so. She was unwilling to see her enemy turn into someone when she was about to win. Like this
Klein gently pushed up his beautiful glasses, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Patients like this who are tortured by hallucinations often have their delusions manifested as external tormentors. This theory is in line with Jung's theory model, and in this case the tormentor Falconi built for himself was a straw man.”
"But isn't this a bit too coincidental?" Rachel couldn't help but whispered: "I mean, he was already so crazy just after he was sent here."
"The collapse of the soul doesn't take much time to brew. You've seen Falconi's appearance, haven't you?"
"However, a fifty-two-year-old man with no history of mental illness became extremely seriously mentally ill when he was just charged." Rachel pointed to the saliva at the corner of Falconi's mouth: "Has he taken any medicine? Can it alleviate the problem?" His condition, I need him to be in court and he should be tried for his crimes."
After hearing Rachel's words, Dr. Klein shrugged helplessly.
"I am a firm supporter of psychiatric pharmacology. Falconi is making trouble outside, but here, only the power of the spirit is the only power. I will arrange the most appropriate treatment for him when he recovers." , I will issue a notice to the court, how?”
"You seem to really like your job, Klein, I was wrong about you," Rachel said harshly.
Klein nodded slightly and said: "Here, only the spirit will give you rights. I like this, so I like my job."
"Ha" Rachel sneered: "You can enjoy it as much as you like. I have made an appointment with Dr. Lyman from New York to conduct a comprehensive examination on Falconi. I want to see if there is anything in his blood that you have touched. Traces of hands and feet”
Rachel stared at Klein with wide eyes. Klein's expression didn't change at all. He just nodded slightly towards Rachel.
"Then, you are welcome to come and check tomorrow."
"Not tomorrow, but today." Rachel sneered: "Now, I hope you can fill out this joint investigation application form. Dr. Lyman will arrive before noon. After you fill out the form, we will Falconi checks
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Rachel's sharp eyes made Klein take a deep breath. He was silent for two seconds and nodded to Rachel in agreement.
"Come with me"
Klein held out his hand to guide Rachel.
"We go to my office. I hope to discuss Falconi's condition with Dr. Lehmann on the phone. I have heard about Dr. Lehmann's achievements in psychology. Maybe we will have a lot to talk about."
Klein said as he asked Rachel to step into the elevator, looking like he was indeed going to the office.
But at this moment, alarms sounded throughout Arkham. The harsh sound was accompanied by a dazzling red light that flashed continuously. Klein's heart was violently agitated.
Rachel was startled by the sound, and she instinctively took two steps back. Then, her arm was grabbed by Klein.
"This is the siren of an intruder. Damn it, I'm afraid Falconi's people are coming to rescue him. Come with me, I will protect you."
Rachel was slightly moved by Klein's firm words, and then she instinctively followed Klein's pace.
A few minutes ago, outside the gate of Arkham Asylum, Dante stood there quietly, holding a white ivory in his left hand. The handle of the white ivory was constantly flashing with a warm silver light. This gun was a gun-type magic weapon. It is not the Sand Eagle that Dante used temporarily before, but another one that is more beautiful and slender. Its handle is not like a conventional pistol, but has a structure like the tail of a wasp, because the slightly oval shape can be more Good depiction of magic patterns.
Dante held the white ivory and walked towards Arkham step by step. When he was approaching the gate of Arkham, the guards of Arkham began to instruct Dante to leave. As Dante approached, one of the guards asked Dante The first shot was fired.
Dante looked at the six guards in front of him. He curled his lips contemptuously and fired six shots casually. The magic flowed down silver tracks in the air. Behind this beauty, what was left were six heads that had been penetrated. Corpses and blood and brains scattered on the ground
Dante becomes enraged when Bruce is nearly killed, and he remembers a story from when he was seven years old.
At that time, Dante wanted to run away from home with the little girl candidate priest who liked him the most in the Temple of War, and wander around the world, away from the brutal training of the alcoholic master. As a result, he was attacked by a little evil demon not far away.
In that battle, the little girl died in front of Dante. Dante awakened the power of blood and exchanged his injuries for the death of the little lemure.
When Dante, who was covered in blood, was seen by his senior father who drank all the time and beat and scolded Dante, the old temple knight held a sword, wore armor, and rushed towards him on the black dragon that had not been released for twenty years. In the abyss, one person, one dragon and one sword killed three thousand demons and forty-six demon lords, and also killed a new demon god in the abyss by dying together.
As a result, Dante lost his first master and his first lover. Because of this, Dante became the strongest demon hunter, the demon hunter.
Even though Dante had many masters later, Dante would never forget his first master, and Dante became Bruce's master. No matter what, he must teach the person who almost killed Bruce a painful enough lesson.
Looking at the guards that were constantly surrounding him, Dante lifted up the White Ivory with his left hand and pulled out the Rebel with his right hand. The tip of the Rebel sword hung upside down on the ground, and the muzzle of the White Ivory gun pointed straight ahead.
"Everyone who attacks me today will die"
Dante said these words coldly. The white ivory in his hand continued to bloom with silver light, and the air shone with the light of magic and bullets colliding and exploding. It was the magic bullets of white ivory that blocked the bullets fired by countless guards. , in the barrage sent by Dante alone, countless corpses covered the ground of Arkham Asylum.
Dante moved step by step, the white ivory in his hand kept making soft noises, accompanied by the sound of countless guns firing, jingling like a symphony, Dante danced in the storm of bullets, his eyes could see clearly With the trajectory of each bullet fired, he became stronger and stronger. Mortals and the mortal weapons in their hands could no longer threaten Dante. The silver light kept flashing, and the entire Arkham playground turned into a river of blood.
Dante always does what he says
When Dante slashed open the gate of Arkham with his sword, there was no longer a living person on the playground.
In the monitoring room, the guard watched the human tragedy on the monitoring screen with trepidation. He tremblingly pressed the alarm, and then shrank under the table. He had never been so proud of his responsibilities as he is now. Watching the monitoring screen was such a blessing. , Mom, I won’t be a gangster anymore, I want to go home
In the corridor on the first floor of Arkham, Dante saw too many patients locked in the room. They were either crazy or calm. They were all pathetic people, pitiful people, and even more hateful people.
Dante has no intention of sanctioning them. Dante just wants to find the scarecrow so that the disciples he admires can make the disciples he admires call out their names tremblingly in their dreams. What kind of person is he? Dante really wants to see him.
Dante gently turned the white ivory in his hand, and his steps gradually became brisk, because no one dared to stop him. Dante used his feet hard, leaped forward, and grabbed the guard who was about to escape to the corner of the corridor.
"Where's the scarecrow?"
Listening to Dante's words, the guard trembled uncontrollably. What he saw in his eyes was not the handsome white-haired man, but the hunter who had just slaughtered sixty-three prey.
The guard peed