Chapter 148 Chapter 148 [VIP]
The Joker adjusted the formula of the medicine, and Megan had the right to know. After taking the new medicine for seven or eight days, there were almost no negative effects. His pills were the only ones in the world and were custom-made. There were no other patients for this "doctor" to observe, treat and count. Even if the Joker was confident in the medicine he developed, he only had one patient.
As usual, he asked Megan if she had any physical reactions like headaches and gastrointestinal discomfort. Seeing that she shook her head, he said, "That's all right, kid. You can run around like before."
Megan leaned over to him and asked, "Dad, how long do I have to take the pills?" She had never been curious about this question before, but as her condition improved, more and more questions popped up in her mind, and she became a curious baby.
The clown pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who knows? It depends on you. If you recover, the amount will be halved in the future." But it's still too early for her!
Megan looked up at him for a moment, "So what does 'good' mean?"
She is finally paying attention to her own problems now, which is not easy. She always likes to daydream, always likes to look around but doesn't remember anything, like a camera that is turned on but can't press the record button. Only occasionally will she press the shutter and remember what she really cares about and wants to remember. She only started to pay attention to her own configuration after running it for a long time.
This could be considered a big improvement, but the clown glanced at her without showing any emotion, and simply ignored her question without paying any attention. Megan just said "Oh", which meant she didn't know.
As for why the doctors in the hospital have to do a lot of tests before they can know, but Dad knows without any tests, this is Dad’s ability.
Megan solved her puzzlement and went to the other side of the cell to play and continue looking through the Joker's collection. After all, she had been back to Arkham for several days. Although she had many friends and books to read in the library, her range of activities was not as large as outside Arkham, so she could not stay there.
She made a lot of noise, interrupting the clown's thoughts. He turned his head and looked at her impatiently for a while, as if he remembered something and was thinking about it. He pointed a finger at her and said, "I see you are tired of being with me."
Megan put down the handful of bullets, each with a smiley face painted on it. She picked them up just for the texture, not realizing that if they were loaded into a gun, one of them could take her life. She didn't feel like she was being blamed, and asked, "So when are we going out to play?" She still had a few days of vacation left.
The clown smiled at her, but his tone was very subtle and strange, "You only care about having fun. You have completely forgotten the pain after the scar has healed, and you never learn from your mistakes..."
He was saying something unpleasant, and Megan interrupted: "Dad, I want to go out and play with you."
"Alas, you never show any understanding, nor do you share my troubles and troubles." The clown complained, forgetting that he had been the one who disliked the child's stupidity from the beginning, and thought that her involvement would only cause trouble. However, he had plans for Megan, and the smile on his face gradually deepened. "You can go play with the Mad Hatter, Megan. Maybe he will take you out?"
The Joker knows everything that happens in Arkham, and of course he knows the little tricks that his fellow inmates do in private. Today one of them is looking for someone to cooperate with, and tomorrow another one is bored and provokes someone... Arkham's high-risk area is home to a group of vicious mentally ill criminals, and almost every one of them has some acting talent.
It seems that nothing serious has happened in Arkham Asylum recently, but that's only on the surface. At least the Mad Hatter has a way out, and he has been offended by his fellow inmates. He doesn't cooperate with anyone and doesn't want to take anyone with him to escape. However, Megan can try her luck. After all, she is very popular here and should have some privileges and special treatment.
Since the clown had suggested it, Megan dared to try it. When she stood up, she kicked away all the debris around her and said to her father in a serious manner, "Then I'll go out, Dad. Remember--" She glanced at the ground.
"Pick up your trash."
clown:?
"Are you holding a grudge and blaming me?" This was the real fun! The clown was almost amused by her. Seeing Megan trying to run with her short legs, he stood up and took a few big strides over. Before Megan ran out of the prison door, he grabbed her hand and brought back this child who had the guts to make up stories about him but didn't dare to face him.
He thought the child would panic, but she was pretending the whole time, and when he grabbed her back, she immediately squeezed into his arms.
Megan was a soft child, only showing her toughness when bumping into people. She stretched out her arms and opened her arms wide, burying her face in the clown's chest, and said to him in a muffled but happy voice: "Daddy is the best daddy, I will miss you!"
The clown paused in his attempt to pry her apart. He was almost laughing out of anger, "Are you playing a joke on me? Or are you trying to trick me?" He understood who this child looked like, and she had copied him completely!
The Joker had once woven a sweet trap for her, and Megan believed it. As she grew up, she also learned some little tricks to create "sweetness", and now she used them on him.
Megan looked up at the clown. No matter how hideous and terrifying the expression on his pale face was, she was never afraid. Her eyes gradually narrowed as she looked into his eyes. She was timid and even now had to use drugs to suppress the fear and anxiety in her heart. However, she dared to show her love for her father without reservation.
The clown narrowed his eyes and stared at her. After a long while, he said with a twitching mouth, "Alas, who made you my favorite child?"
What could he do to her?
Ren Megan held her for a while before reaching out to push her away. The clown stood up and straightened his clothes, waving a hand at her, "Then you can play outside. I'll go when you start school."
Even though Megan had been injured some time ago, her injuries had completely healed, and the adjusted pills would not cause her to have such problems again. He was of course relieved, but after smoothing out the wrinkles on his suit, he saw Megan was still beside him. She put her hands behind her back, pretending to be a good child.
"Dad, I won't get hurt."
This statement didn't apply at the moment. After all, the Joker wasn't worried about her safety. If he were the kind of good father who blindly worried about his child getting into danger, that would be more accurate. But he didn't mock or say anything else. He watched Megan walk away, looking back every three steps, and then ran back after walking more than ten meters. "You have to miss me too!"
Megan took the clown's hand and shook it, making sure: "Well, you agreed."
Joker: "Wow--" What a great trick to deceive yourself.
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Megan left the Joker's cell and met the Mad Hatter who was acting stealthily while walking in the corridor.
The Mad Hatter found a way to escape from Arkham Asylum, but he didn't want to share it with his fellow inmates. They always laughed at him, saying that he was so crazy that he couldn't distinguish between reality and delusion, and that he was a poor, crazy, and irritable little man!
He jumped and danced madly in the passage, as if he was running through a jungle full of obstacles, and looked around vigilantly from time to time. He turned his head to look behind him, and suddenly he saw an unexpected figure. He was so scared that he almost reached under his top hat, where he hid his weapons.
But before he could do anything, he got a clear look at the person. The Mad Hatter always cared about height first. He was very satisfied with the fact that he still had to look down slightly at the child. After taking a breath, his mind became a little abnormal again. A hint of joy appeared on his ugly face, "Oh my God——"
The Mad Hatter screamed and grabbed Megan's hand. He knew that his scream had exposed his whereabouts, but Arkham was full of crazy people behaving strangely and no one cared about him.
"Oh! Megan! Little Alice! Run—"
He spoke in a low voice, he was so anxious, "The Red Queen has sent the poker soldiers, quick! I'm going to get you out of this rabbit hole!"
Before Megan could react, the Mad Hatter pulled her and ran to the foot of a building outside the passage. The outer wall in front of them looked ordinary, but he was obviously prepared. He groped around on the wall and quickly removed a "door". The passage behind the door was only suitable for minors to pass through. Although the Mad Hatter had reached adulthood, he was short and deformed. He wanted to escape from prison, so of course he would not consider other inmates.
"Go through this passage!" The Mad Hatter was about to push Megan in, but the child chose to crawl in by herself. "Jervis, I want to go in by myself."
"Oh," Jervis Tetch seemed to wake up for a moment. "So you're coming with me voluntarily? That's easy. There's only one exit from this passage. You wait for me there. Remember?"
He watched Megan climb into the passage, and the 'door' in her hand was directly installed. There were no mechanisms or traps in the passage, but he wanted to go back and ask the Joker -
That's the clown's child! It's Alice, the one the clown brought down the rabbit hole. Maybe she already has someone else... Is the Mad Hatter crazy? He's definitely crazy, but sometimes he has a very cunning and quick mind. And being crazy doesn't mean he's lost his mind. He knows some people are difficult to deal with.
The Mad Hatter really turned back and found the clown.
He stood outside the cell door, which was only cracked open, as if there was a flood or a beast inside. He even cautiously kept a few steps away. "Joker, I asked you to take your little Alice away. She might be outside Arkham now."
The cell door was pitch black, without any light, but the Mad Hatter knew that the madman was inside. He liked to create a horror atmosphere every day, but he didn't say anything in his heart.
After a while, a creepy and strange voice came from inside, "Hmm? My little Alice? Mad Hatter, you are so humorous, hahahaha..."
"Let her play, and don't let her come back to me with a crying face."
The Mad Hatter curled his lips and muttered unhappily, "You just let me take care of the children."
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