Chapter 75 27. It is the fate of the protagonist to have problems wherever he goes - [1050]

(Additional update for the brothers of "Midsummer's Indulgence")

Harley Quinzel takes Mason all the way to Arkham Asylum.

It was the end of the day, and Mason could see many employees working here leaving in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces made it clear that they were escaping from hell.

The mental state of these employees was like wild dogs in the second half, which made Mason once again feel that some indescribable "aura" of Arkham was coming.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Klein!"

When entering the office on the second floor, Harley greeted a middle-aged doctor who was clocking in from get off work.

The latter raised his head and showed a gentle and polite smile. Wearing very elite-style business glasses, he immediately saw Mason behind Harley.

This confused Dr. Klein, who had been working at Arkham Asylum for several years. He pushed up his glasses and asked in a magnetic voice:

"Harry, who is this?"

"He is my cousin."

Dr. Harley answered with a normal expression:

"I want to come and take a look at my place of work and spend the night with me on duty. You know, due to the schedule, I am the only attending doctor on duty tonight."

"Oh, is that so?"

Looking at Mason's obvious yellow skin color and looking at Harley Quinzel, who is as white as a swan, a strange light flashed in Dr. Klein's eyes.

But acquiesced to this terrible lie.

He pushed up his glasses and said softly:

"This seems a little against the hospital's regulations, but it's okay. A young and beautiful lady like you always needs a flower protector.

Especially spending the night in Arkham.

I wish you a happy shift tonight, Harley. I'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning. But please remember that the office is under surveillance, so if you two want to talk about something private, remember to go outside."

"Thank you, Dr. Klein, your coffee always heals my tired heart."

Harley made a joke and watched Dr. Klein leave with the black suitcase. When she opened the office door, she found Mason still standing outside the door, looking at Klein who left with a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?"

The female doctor brushed her blond hair that was spread over her shoulders and asked softly:

"You also think Dr. Klein is a gentleman, right? He is the star doctor at Arkham Asylum, and many nurses like him very much.

It's a pity that he is not my style."

"Yes, he is indeed very gentlemanly and elegant. He is full of a sense of superiority of the upper class elite but is not annoying."

Mason shrugged and said:

"Especially when he's not wearing a mask."

"Mask? What mask?"

Harley put on a doctor's white coat, tied up her hair and said curiously:

"Doctor Klein doesn't have a mask."

"That's because you haven't seen it before. Of course, it's best not to expect to see it."

Mason didn't say much on the subject.

His nose twitched when he entered Harley's office. There was a very special aroma in this small office, like incense used during meditation.

The young man asked:

"What is this scent?"

"Oh, the deodorant Dr. Klein gave me is said to have been found when he traveled abroad. It is found in every office."

Harley prepared the materials needed for the night shift and answered while busy:

"It smells pretty good, right? Before I used your vitality potion, this soothing fragrance helped me get through the stress."

Mason didn't answer.

He frowned slightly and looked at the prompt on the translucent character card in front of him:

"The intrusion of harmful gas has been detected, and alchemy analysis has revealed that it is a 'trace hallucinogen'. This item can cause subtle changes in the mental state of long-term inhalers, making it easier for them to enter a state of absence, sluggishness or being charmed."

"The Scarecrow's hallucinogens, maybe the Joker's toxins, plus the pressure brought by other Arkham patients. With so many powerful front-line villains serving you alone, how can normal people dare to enjoy this blessing?

?

No wonder Harley Quinn was born in this place."

Mason vomited in his heart and walked to the window and opened it to let the smell in the office disperse.

He turned to Harley, who seemed to be in a good mood while humming a song, and said:

"Take me to the place where you usually talk to patients. If Zhou Ke'er wants to use drugs to put you into hypnosis, it must be when you are alone with him."

Hearing the name "Mr. J" made Harley Quinzel, who was originally in a good mood, bite her lip. After it became clear that she had been subjected to vicious hypnosis, the female doctor was very resistant to contact with anything related to the madman.

But she's clearly starting to trust Mason.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up, handed Mason a white coat and told him to put it on.

The two people walked towards the dedicated psychological treatment room of Arkham Asylum. Although this place is notorious and the main building is an old building that is more than 130 years old, the facilities of the asylum are not as good as the long-term donations from the Wayne Group and other organizations.

Difference.

Each doctor has a dedicated treatment room and even a relaxation room stocked with snacks.

However, this kind of generous treatment still failed to retain the hearts of doctors. The turnover rate in this lunatic asylum is quite alarming. There are only a handful of people like Dr. Klein who have worked here for more than three years.

The most outrageous thing is based on the "grapevine" that Halle shared on the road.

It is said that several unlucky doctors who were too responsible or too involved in the drama did not have time to submit their resignation reports, and they themselves became one of the long-term patients of this lunatic asylum.

That damn joke from hell actually came true in Arkham.

The patient was not cured and the doctor went crazy.

"It's right here."

Harley took a deep breath and pushed open the door of her private treatment room.

Mason walked in and didn't smell any weird smell, and the room had been cleaned very well.

He carefully observed every furnishing in the room like a detective. Under Harley's slightly worried gaze, Mason quickly noticed a clown doll on the table.

He carefully put on medical gloves and picked up the thing, kneaded it and then raised his head to glance at Harley standing at the door.

bass.

A pocket knife popped out of Mason's hand and poked into the stitches of the doll. He put his hand in and fumbled around, and took out a very small bottle.

"I guess this was given to you by Zhou Ke'er as some kind of 'proof of friendship' between the patient and the doctor?"

Mason threw the tattered clown doll into the trash can, held the little thumb-sized thing between his fingers, looked up and said something casually.

The last illusion in Harley Quinzel's heart was completely shattered. She leaned against the door weakly and covered her face.

The truth always hurts so much.

She has been very responsible and trying hard to calm the patient's emotions, but her vicious patient only wants to harm her.

Only one-third of the liquid in the vial in Mason's hand was left, and the label information flashed:

Joker's Neurotoxin (diluted)

Quality: Epic alchemical creation (poison)·Exquisite craftsmanship

Efficacy: The toxin carefully prepared by the Joker, when used in large amounts in gas form, will cause death by inhaling too much life in a short period of time and leave the iconic smiling face.

When used in trace amounts, it will damage the target's brain and cause its mental state and thinking mode to become uncontrollable.

The diluted clown toxin still has strong hallucinogenic properties, and Zhou Keer often uses it with crazy spiritual guidance to create loyal followers or playthings for herself.

Producer: Zhou Keer

Item description: The next victim of this thing should be named "Harley Quinn" No. 17.

Tip: The recipe is being analyzed, and the estimated completion time is [77 hours].

“Nice windfall.”

Mason showed an interesting smile, put the clown poison in his hand into the bag hidden on his waist, then took off his medical gloves and stepped forward to pull up the absent-minded Dr. Harley.

He said:

"I don't know what you medical students were taught when you were in school. As for me, I might be interested in the fantasy world seen by mentally ill patients, but I would never try to think the way they see the world.

Only the same kind can understand the same kind, but you want to understand Zhou Keer and cure him?

What a crazy idea.”

The young man shook his head and said to the female doctor:

"That's it for tonight. I suddenly realized that I might not be ready to meet Zhou Ke'er, and I don't want to anger Batman because of a madman.

It's time for us to go.

You're looking terrible right now, maybe you need a little cheer or a drink? I happen to know a good bar."

"I'm going to confront him! I'm going to expose his tricks!"

Harley held Mason's hand tightly and whispered in a pleading voice:
To be continued...