Chapter 187: Arkham Daily Life (Part 2)

Just as Cat Getan was entering summer, the few green plants began to flourish, and Arkham Psychiatric Hospital remained a scene of peace.

"Jack, I'm warning you! If you dare to sneak into my office in the middle of the night again and paint the walls all messy, I will cancel your recreation time for this week, do you hear me?!"

Jack squatted in the corner, picked his ear, and pretended to be deaf. Shiler stood with his hands on his hips and said to Jack, "I know Batman has started school and is busy with homework, so he doesn't go out to fight crime much, so you're also very free, but that's no reason for you to do these annoying pranks in the hospital every day!"

Jack complained in a low voice, "A bat doing homework? What the hell are you guys doing? Do I have to praise him for being a good baby who goes back to the cave to sleep on time?"

Shiler squatted down to look at Jack and said, "Alright, Mr. Jack, I admit you are a genius, you are born knowing everything, but that doesn't mean everyone is like that. Batman needs to attend classes, do homework, and take exams, and get a college degree. Plus, he has to manage the company and participate in the construction of Cat Getan City..."

"Boring! Boring! Boring!" Jack shouted loudly: "You guys will kill him! You will kill Batman, I am here to save him!"

Shiler tried to reason with him, but Jack covered his ears desperately, shaking his head constantly, singing messy songs. In short, he had an attitude of "I'm not listening, I'm not listening."

The two of them were more like two thousand-year-old foxes; neither should play games with the other. Shiler knew he couldn't cure the Joker, but he still dutifully played the role of a doctor. The Joker knew Shiler wasn't a doctor at all; he was clearly a patient too, so he had no intention of convincing Shiler either.

Essentially, the two of them were like looking in a mirror; there was no need for anyone to convince anyone. The two were at a stalemate, more like a pastime game during boring times.

But all this ended one night when Brand called Shiler, who was sleeping soundly at home, with a phone call.

"You'd better come over quickly. That madman with a smiley face painted on his face has committed a kidnapping. He says he wants to find Officer Shiler to negotiate with him..."

Shiler lay on the soft and warm big bed in his manor, took a deep breath, and said to the other end of the receiver: "No need, he's hopeless, just tear up the ticket."

After saying that, he viciously hung up the phone receiver, then pulled his arm back into the warm quilt and continued to sleep.

Not even two minutes later, the phone rang again. Shiler turned over, picked up the receiver again and put it to his ear. Before the other side could say anything, he said: "Listen, Brand, from now on, if anyone says the following sentences to you, I hope you turn around and leave, don't give them any look."

"For example, 'I want to play a game with you', 'Do you want to guess a riddle', 'Do you want to truly live', etc... As long as you hear these kinds of questions, don't ask anything, don't say anything, punch him, and then turn around and leave..."

Shiler was so sleepy he was talking nonsense. Brand said helplessly on the other end: "Listen to me first, do you know who he kidnapped?"

"It's definitely not you anyway, otherwise you would have started screaming..."

"He kidnapped the most expensive and advanced brain wave instrument that was just delivered last week! The one worth nearly 200,000 US dollars! Now the hammer in his hand is less than 10 centimeters away from that instrument..."

"Shit, I'll be there right away!"

Two minutes later, the sleepy-eyed Shiler stood at the door of the instrument room. He lowered his head, closed his eyes for a moment, and then took a deep breath.

Little Book Pavilion

Jack was sitting in the room, putting the helmet for detecting brain waves on his head. Because he didn't know how to use it, one of the patches always got caught in his hair, and he was gnashing his teeth and pulling his hair.

Seeing Shiler come, he grabbed the hammer next to him and shouted: "Police, listen! I have a hostage in my hand..."

Shiler didn't know where he took out a medical record book and started writing and drawing on it. While writing, he said: "You're done for, Jack..."

Jack sat on the table, shaking his head and muttering something. He said: "There will never be anything more boring than playing the world's most boring game with the world's most boring person..."

With a "rip" sound, Shiler tore a piece of paper from the medical record book and said to Brand: "He is cured, discharge him tomorrow morning!"

Brand glanced at the paper, and he gasped.

Early the next morning, Jack went to Cobblepot and Yin Wensi's room with his head held high to say goodbye to them. He fiercely mocked Cobblepot's idea of an ice mountain restaurant and sang light opera in Yin Wensi's ear for two hours. Just when the two were so angry they wanted to beat him up, he triumphantly took out the discharge diagnosis certificate.

Then, in the murderous gazes of the two, he swaggered out along the gate of Arkham Hospital, and even waved and whistled at the two on the window in the sun.

As a result, before he walked out of the street in front of the door, more than a dozen luxury cars surrounded him, and a group of gang bosses in suits enthusiastically welcomed Jack.

Jack looked left and right, found that the situation was not good, and wanted to run away with his head in his hands on the spot, but he was still carried up and dragged into the car.

In front of the window of the attending physician's office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand watched this scene and said: "You actually gave him a bill with free medical expenses. Now, the gang bosses in all of Cat Getan will probably go to him 24 hours a day to ask about the way."

Brand looked Shiler up and down and said: "Everyone knows that the attending physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is a vampire who plucks feathers from a passing goose, but you deliberately gave him a pass. They must think he is your relative or something. He will be treated as a guest of honor by those gang bosses..."

Three days later, Gordon knocked on the door of Shiler's office. After he pushed the door in, he found Shiler writing on his desk. Gordon walked over, tapped his desk and said: "Professor, I beg you, can you hurry up and get that madman away?"

"He has hijacked the TV station five times in three days, he..."

Just as Shiler finished speaking, the news anchor on the TV let out a scream and ran away in a hurry. The Joker's face appeared on the TV. He looked crazier and more haggard. He said: "Come and save me! Save this poor mental patient!"

"That kind mental doctor, are you there? Look at me, I am a madman, I should be admitted for treatment..."

Then he rummaged through his clothes and took out a crumpled piece of paper and showed it to the camera. He said: "See? This is my medical insurance payment slip. I pay so much money every year!"

"But now, but now... woo woo, I have a serious mental illness, but the only psychiatric hospital in our city is unwilling to treat me, woo woo..." He started to fake cry in front of the camera again.

Suddenly he became manic. He said: "Shiler Rodriguez! You are the most annoying guy in the world! You let those gangs pester me like flies! You clearly know that I think those people are the most boring people in the world..."

"This kind of life is hopeless!" The Joker opened his arms fiercely and said: "The world has turned black... Despair! Despair! All is despair!"

He hugged the camera of the TV and said: "Can you imagine? They come every day to ask me what way to make money! This is simply torture!"

The Joker gnashed his teeth and said viciously: "They are using their mediocre and extremely boring brains and their stereotypical thinking to torture and abuse me!"

"I burned their money and safe with a fire, and they actually applauded for me. This is not a joke at all!"

"They..." The Joker's voice suddenly revealed a deep powerlessness, "They are so ordinary that I am afraid..."

His voice began to carry a crying tone: "Luxury cars, fine wine, women, and money! And that damn money! I am surrounded by a group of madmen!"

"I ran out, but they can always find me..." The Joker really cried sadly, "All of them are talking about these things. They say Cat Getan has become better, which allows them to make more money..."

He began to cry more and more sadly, "Everyone is talking about these things. I really can't believe it. This world must be crazy..."

"Come and catch me! Catch me back to the mental hospital! I would rather go and argue with that stupid penguin or that tacky opera actor without taste than hear these disgusting topics again!!"

The Joker began to retch at the camera. He seemed to be really disgusted. As a result, before he finished retching, a person like a gang bodyguard rushed up and handed him a glass of water.

The Joker showed an expression of "you all saw it, right", and then suddenly jumped up, pointing at the glass of water: "See! They are torturing me like this! Every day is like this... woo woo... prepare delicious food, red wine and money for me, and bury me with these things..."

He gnashed his teeth and shouted at the TV: "Shiler Rodriguez! You damn unscrupulous quack! A mental patient is standing right in front of you, can't you see it?!"

"Just let me leave! Anywhere is fine! Hurry up and catch me into the mental hospital, do you hear me?!!!"

Shiler didn't even lift his head. Gordon had an expression like he had eaten a fly. He said: "I said before, even if everyone in Cat Getan is a bit crazy, he is too crazy. Who asks to be admitted to a mental hospital..."

Just as he said this, he patted his forehead and said: "Oh, I forgot, now all the gang bosses in Cat Getan want to get in here."

"Alright, Professor Shiler, listen, I don't really care about you turning this place into a private prison for gangs, especially when this behavior is a bit good for public security, but that doesn't mean you should let such a madman run around in the city."

He said to Shiler earnestly: "This is a psychiatric hospital after all, it should admit one or two real mental patients, right?"

Shiler was still writing with his head down. After a while, he looked up, shook his neck, and said: "Alright, I can reluctantly leave a bed for him."

"However, I don't recognize insurance companies here." After saying that, Shiler stood up from his seat, took out the list he had just written and handed it to Gordon, saying: "This is the repair cost for everything he broke before. As long as this is signed, I will let him be admitted."

Gordon took the list and glanced at the final price. He gasped, but still said: "This... I will pass it on to him, but I don't think a person whose profession is a truck driver would dare to sign such a large bill."

"You tell him, if he doesn't sign it, I will send this bill to Batman and tell him that his friend Joker Jack owes me a large sum of money and refuses to pay, and is a deadbeat, rotten to the core."

Gordon sighed and said: "Although I don't know what's the point of you guys playing this role-playing game, it doesn't matter. Are there few such things in Cat Getan?"

"You must not say this in front of that madman just now. If he knows that you think his game is very common in Cat Getan, he will definitely prepare a huge surprise for you." ===== CHAPTER 188 =====