Chapter 2369

The Joker looked up at this room. But no matter how he looked at it, whether from a modern academic perspective or a classical one, this place shouldn't be called a ward; "presidential suite" was more appropriate.

So Bruce Wei En spent so much time just to turn this place into a hotel, the Joker thought, and he said as much: "How much does Wei En need to eliminate his guilty conscience through this method?"

"Sorry, sir, but I think I reminded you that this hospital has quite perfect monitoring and security facilities. If you have any excessive remarks, then the monitoring footage might be used as evidence to accuse you of infringing on reputation rights."

The Joker threw himself into the sofa, stared at the nurse's face for a good while, and then said: "Do you only have this one expression?"

"Sorry, but this is a professional requirement. Do you have any other needs?"

"Will I have a roommate?"

"Considering the evaluation of your condition by the previous hospital that received you, no, sir. You are staying in a room alone."

"Where should I go for meals?"

"There is a cafeteria downstairs, but if you wish to dine in the room, you can also press the bell to call."

"Alright, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a while." The Joker waved his hand, wanting to dismiss the nurse. But he knew that psychiatric hospital nurses wouldn't let him go so easily; they usually ensured he took his medicine and was truly asleep before leaving.

As it turned out, the nurse turned and left.

The Joker stared gloomily at her back. Although he didn't know what trick Batman was playing, he was clear that if he wavered in his plan because of this, he would be falling into his trap.

The Joker went to prison to find the mob boss Falcone.

The Joker wasn't exactly a nobody; after all, he had just orchestrated a major bank robbery. But to talk about the threat to this city or the Wei En Group, he didn't even rank in the top ten.

Batman didn't even know who he was now, so the performances and games he had carefully prepared wouldn't be taken seriously. To attract Batman's attention to play games with him, he had to clear out those who ranked ahead of him.

Mob boss Falcone was now a thorn in the side of Cat Getan's law-abiding citizens. He was no longer satisfied with drug trafficking but intended to collaborate with Scarecrow to sell a certain type of nerve agent. It was foreseeable how many people's taboos this would touch, especially Batman's.

But this guy wasn't stupid either; he knew how many taboos his new business had violated, yet he was unwilling to give up the huge profits involved. So he thought of a clever-seeming method: hiding in a psychiatric hospital. But he wouldn't be able to hide for much longer.

The Joker opened the door and looked left and right. He saw a surveillance camera but didn't care. Precisely because he was a nobody now, no one would treat him as someone important, and naturally, no one would watch him 24 hours a day through surveillance cameras.

He went out, closed the door lightly, walked down the stairs, and met a nurse along the way. He said he was going downstairs to eat, and no one stopped him.

This place was becoming more and more like a hotel, the Joker thought. No psychiatric hospital in the world would let patients wander around in the corridors.

The Joker went downstairs and started looking for the front desk. But the first problem he faced was that this hospital was too big; the layered corridors were like a maze, and there were no signs or maps.

The Joker wandered around here for a long time and didn't find the place he wanted to find. Seeing the sky getting darker, the Joker had no choice but to walk and ask along the way. It took a long time to find the front desk.

At this time, there was no one at the front desk. The Joker naturally vaulted over and started looking for the patient list. After flipping through a few pages, he found Falcone's name, indicating he was staying in room 2061 on the 2nd floor.

It was mealtime, and the patients were going downstairs. After the crowd left, the Joker wandered toward the 2nd floor.

It took another while to find room 2061. He reached out and pulled the door, only to find it locked. This wasn't surprising; Falcone couldn't have survived until now without any vigilance.

The Joker wanted to pick the lock, then immediately encountered his second difficulty: all the locks here were electronic, without even a keyhole.

But if he wanted to find the control room, he would probably have to walk for another hour. He suspected Bruce Wei En had turned this entire island into a massive psychiatric hospital; otherwise, it was hard to explain why one floor could have hundreds of rooms.

Since the door wouldn't work, he had to climb the window. The Joker came to the bathroom on this floor and climbed out the window, moving along the outer wall toward room 2061.

After climbing for a long time, he finally reached it, only to find that not only was there no one in the room, but there were no traces of human activity. This room hadn't been occupied at all.

The Joker had to climb back. By the time he walked back to the front desk, it was almost midnight. The nurse on the night shift was sleeping on the desk. The Joker didn't want to trigger an alarm, so he had to walk up and knock on the table.

"Hello, I'm a patient on the 4th floor. I'm lost. How is this damn hospital so big? Can you send me back?"

The nurse lifted her head in a daze, saw the Joker's face, but wasn't surprised. She stood up and said: "Alright, it's indeed hard to walk here. Follow me. How did you end up staying here?"

"After eating, I wanted to walk around nearby, but I ended up lost until now. I've never lived in a hospital like this; it's really big."

The nurse revealed a professional smile and led him upstairs. The Joker chatted with her along the way, pulling on this and that, and eventually steered the topic to Falcone.

"His fame is too great. I heard it was because he deliberately insulted the judge in court that he was sent here. He's really bold."

"Bold?" The nurse shook her head, revealing a smile: "He's actually not here at all."

"Why? The verdict in the news said he should have come..."

"Yes, he came. But after seeing the tags in the changing room, he howled and demanded to go to prison, otherwise he would sue us for illegal abuse. The manager had no choice but to let him go to Blackgate Penitentiary."

The Joker froze.

After a pause, his hands gripped the railing tightly, revealing a ferocious expression. He should have thought of it earlier. He was a penniless pauper; even if a white card recorded hundreds of thousands of dollars, he wouldn't be able to pay it back until he died, and he had no assets to be liquidated.

But Falcone had a family and business. He was a glutton who could go up against the entire Cat Getan white path for the sake of the profits of new drugs. How could he accept the blatant rip-off scam of a 50,000-dollar shirt?

"May I ask, how much is the presidential suite here per night?"

"The presidential suite does not belong to ordinary wards; it belongs to exclusive wards providing special nursing for critically ill patients. It is charged according to the number of occupants, averaging 300,000 US dollars per person."

"Per night??"

"Yes, sir. It includes all service fees, cleaning fees, taxes, exclusive admission thresholds, and special ambulance services. Medical expenses are not included, but we provide special medical packages for patients in exclusive wards..."

The Joker couldn't listen anymore. He grabbed the nurse, choked her neck, and pulled her down. Ignoring the nurse's struggle, he brought her directly to the lobby and roared: "I want to be discharged!! Send me to prison, or I'll kill her!!!"

Security guards rushed in immediately. A manager-looking person in a suit stretched out his hands to appease him: "Don't, don't, sir. If you have any dissatisfaction with our service, you can say it. Please, please don't hurt anyone."

"I want to be discharged. I want to go to prison."

"But your verdict..."

"I don't have a mental illness. I'll say it again. I demand a re-examination. I want to go to prison!!!"

"Alright, alright. We will contact the police immediately. Please wait a moment. The police will be here soon."

Two hours later, the Joker sat in a police car as he wished, then switched to a prisoner transport vehicle. The vehicle drove into Blackgate Penitentiary.

Then the Joker saw two smiling prison guards again.

The Joker really wanted to ask, what the fuck are you smiling at?

"Sir, the changing room is this way." The guard opened the door for the Joker and said: "Welcome to Blackgate Special Custody Prison. Since the comprehensive renovation and rectification, this prison has been implementing smiling service, ensuring that all guests who come here feel the most comfortable and satisfying prison experience."

The Joker reached out a hand to stop him from continuing and said: "Blackgate Penitentiary should be a federal prison, right?"

"It used to be," the guard replied. "But because of years of poor management and continuous losses, the government could not afford it, so it was sold to the Wei En Group. The Wei En Group is committed to building a more humane and humanized prison. We will definitely provide you with..."

"Where is Falcone?!" the Joker asked.

"Sorry, sir. But if you want to communicate with your fellow inmates, you must first purchase a communication traffic package."

"I just want to know if he is in prison!"

"Sorry, to query his name, you also need to register to become a member of the Blackgate Special Custody Service System. The membership fee is 2,999 US dollars per month. In addition to the query service, we also provide you with..."

The Joker punched the guard in the face.

The next second, he was pinned to the ground. This wasn't a psychiatric hospital. The two guards who rushed up punched him in the face and chest. The Joker let out a scream; it looked like his cheekbone and ribs were broken.

Blood flowed from his forehead. He saw one of the guards stand up straight, pick up the walkie-talkie, and say: "There is a guest here who has had a sudden mental illness. Call an ambulance."

After the ambulance came, a nurse with a full smile picked up a 30,000-dollar bill and asked the Joker to sign it. The Joker didn't move, so she directly took the Joker's hand and signed it.

The ambulance sent the Joker back to Arkham Asylum. Two nurses and doctors with full smiles got on the vehicle and conducted an inspection, gave a 5,670-dollar bill, and indicated that they must first solve the organic lesion, which meant treating the cheekbone and ribs first.

They called another ambulance. The ambulance issued another bill. The ambulance sent the Joker to Wei En Hospital.

The doctor at Wei En Hospital got on the vehicle and conducted an inspection, issued a bill, and indicated that without police approval, they could not provide medical rescue to prisoners serving sentences.

So the Wei En Group called another ambulance, sent the Joker to Blackgate Penitentiary, and issued a bill.

Several doctors at the Blackgate Penitentiary medical station came up to inspect, indicated that they had no way to treat such severe injuries, and must go to a professional hospital for examination, and left a bill.

By the time another ambulance came, the Joker was completely lying flat.

For no other reason than that Falcone was lying next to him, and judging by the degree of blood loss, he had been lying there for at least 60 rounds.

The reason was none other than Falcone was lying next to him, and judging from the degree of blood loss, he had been lying there for at least 60 rounds.