Klein left the study room with his briefcase and walked down the long hallway to Falconi's hospital room.

Falcone was sitting in his chair, looking at Klein calmly.

"You're fast, man, you've done me a great favor, but that's not enough, you're going to release me and get me out on bail, and staying in this mental hospital is not what I want!"

Falconi reached out and patted his psychotic suit, and the teasing in his words made Klein sneer.

"Do you think you'll have a chance to get out of here, Kaman!" Klein said gracefully, "You've let me and the people above me down, you've been defeated by a vigilante who has been working in the dark, you've easily exposed what I'm working with you, you're a fool, but I promise it's not your stupidest time!"

Klein said as he opened his briefcase, took out the mask inside, and put it on his head, the mask looked like a tattered burlap bag, and it looked funny.

"Hey, man, I know you're going to kill me, but you're not going to dispose of me with this idiot's tattered mask, I'd suggest you do it faster, I don't want to be laughed at by you!hahaha!"

Falconi laughed, he knew that it would be difficult for him to survive now, he had never laughed so unbridledly, so he was laughing openly and happily now!

Klein stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, saying, "It's an admirable thing that you can still laugh, but if you can still laugh after a while, then I will really admire you!"

Klein said as he pressed a mechanism on his box, and a pale blue mist slammed into Falconi's face.

Falconi inhaled a lot of mist in the blink of an eye, he coughed twice, then he began to tremble, he began to panic, he began to fear, and the Klein in his eyes turned into a tall scarecrow who kept dropping carrion to the ground!

"Don't, don't come here!"

Falconi stood up in a hurry, he tried to run away, but when he turned around, he realized that monsters like scarecrows were everywhere!

He howled, howled, and howled, even as he was dragged out of the room by Klein's men.

"Scarecrow, scarecrow, scarecrow......" He broke free from his grip, and then he staggered backwards until his back hit the wall, and he crouched on the ground, waving his hands wildly, and the amount of pride he had been proud of was completely wiped out at this point!

"Stay away from me, monster, scarecrow!"

Falconi's pupils began to dilate, saliva left at the corners of his mouth, he was at a loss, terrified, he was terrified!

That's exactly what Rachel saw!

Rachel sat powerlessly across from Falconi, looking at the strongest gangster in Gotham in front of him rolling his eyes like a fool, drooling, and repeating the scarecrow in his mouth!

"What's the scarecrow all about, and why does he keep repeating it!"

Rachel asked the last question, she could even guess what Klein's answer was about to give her, but she was not reconciled, she was not willing to see her enemy become like this when she was about to win!

Klein gently pushed his beautiful glasses, pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Patients who are afflicted by hallucinations like this, their delusions often manifest as foreign tormentors, this theory is in line with Jung's model, in this case, the tormentor Falconi established for himself is a scarecrow!"

"But, isn't that a coincidence!" Rachel couldn't help but whisper, "I mean, he's been crazy like this when he's just been sent here!"

"It doesn't take much time for the collapse of the mind to brew, and you saw the appearance of Falconi, didn't you!"

"However, a fifty-two-year-old man with no history of mental illness became super mentally ill when he was just indicted!" Rachel pointed at the saliva on the corner of Falconi's mouth: "Has he taken the medicine, can it alleviate his condition, I need him to appear in court, his crimes should be tried!"

Hearing Rachel's words, Dr. Klein shrugged helplessly.

"I'm a strong supporter of psychiatric pharmacology, Falconi is out there messing around, but here, only the power of the spirit is the only power, I will arrange the most appropriate treatment for him, and when he recovers, I will give a notice to the court, how!"

"Looks like you like your job, Klein, I misjudged you!" Rachel said sharply.

Klein nodded slightly, and he said, "Here, only the spirit will give you rights, and I like that, so I like my job!"

"Hah!" Rachel scoffed, "You like, I've already asked Dr. Lyman from New York to have a full examination of Falconi, and I'd like to see if there are any signs of your hands and feet in his blood!"

Rachel stared at Klein with wide eyes, Klein's expression didn't change at all, he just nodded lightly at Rachel.

"Well, you're welcome to come and check it out tomorrow!"

"Not tomorrow, but today!" Rachel sneered, "Now, I hope you can fill out this joint investigation application form, Dr. Lehmann will arrive before noon, and after you fill out the form, we will check on Falconi!"

Rachel's piercing eyes made Klein take a deep breath, and he was silent for two seconds, nodding in agreement to Rachel.

"Come with me!"

Klein reached out to show Rachel the way.

"We go to my office and I hope to talk to Dr. Lyman on the phone about Falconi's condition, I've heard about Dr. Lyman's work in psychology, maybe we'll have a lot to talk about!"

Klein said as he invited Rachel into the elevator, and it looked like he was indeed going to the office.

But at this moment, the alarm sounded throughout Arkham, and the piercing sound was accompanied by a dazzling red light, and Klein's heart was violently stirred.

Rachel was startled by the voice, and she instinctively took two steps back, and then her arm was grabbed by Klein.

"It's the siren of someone intruding, damn it, I'm afraid Falcony's men have come to his rescue, come with me, I'll protect you!"

Rachel was slightly moved by Klein's firm words, and then, instinctively, she caught up with Klein's pace.

A few minutes ago, outside the gate of Arkham Asylum, Dante stood quietly, he held a white ivory in his left hand, the handle of the white ivory was constantly flashing with a warm silver light, this gun belonged to a gun-type magic weapon, he was not the sand eagle that Dante used temporarily, but another more beautiful and slender appearance, its grip was not like a regular pistol, but a structure like a wasp's tail, because the slightly oval shape could better depict the magic pattern.

Dante held the white ivory and walked towards Arkham step by step, and when he was close to Arkham's gate, Arkham's guards began to constantly instruct Dante to leave, and as Dante approached, one of the guards fired the first shot at Dante.

Dante looked at the six guards in front of him, he pursed his lips contemptuously, and shot six shots casually, the magic flowed down a silver trail in the air, and behind this beauty, what was left behind were six corpses with pierced heads and blood and brains sprinkled all over the ground!

Dante's near-murder makes Dante angry, and he is reminded of the story he had when he was seven years old.

At that time, Dante wanted to run away from home with the little girl who liked him the most in the Temple of War, and wandered the world, away from the brutal training of the drunkard master, but was attacked by the little devil not far away!

In that battle, the little girl died in front of Dante, and Dante awakened the power of the bloodline and exchanged his injuries for the death of the little devil.

When Dante, who was covered in blood, was seen by his old master, who had been drinking all year round and scolding Dante at every turn, this old Templar Knight carried a sword and armor, and rode a black dragon that had not been out of the cage for twenty years and rushed to the abyss, slashing more than 3,000 demons and forty-six demon lords with one person, one dragon and one sword, and also killed a new demon god of the abyss in the same way!

Dante lost his first master and his first love, and because of this, Dante became the strongest demon hunter, the demon hunter!

Even if Dante had many masters later, his first master, Dante will never forget, 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 who were constantly surrounding him, Dante lifted the white ivory with his left hand, and pulled out the rebellion with his right hand, the tip of the rebel sword hanging upside down on the ground, and the muzzle of the white ivory gun pointed straight ahead.

"Death to all those who attack me today!"

Dante said this 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 bullet of white ivory that blocked the bullets fired by countless guards, and in the barrage sent by Dante alone, countless corpses were spread on the ground of Arkham Asylum.

Dante moved step by step, the white ivory in his hand kept making a soft sound, accompanied by the sound of countless guns firing, clanging like a symphony, Dante danced in the bullet storm, his eyes saw the trajectory of each bullet shot, he was getting stronger and stronger, mortals and the mortal weapons in their hands could no longer threaten Dante, the silver light kept flashing, and the entire playground of Arkham turned into a river of blood.

Dante, always does what he says!

When Dante slashes open the gates of Arkham with a sword, there is no living person left on the playground!

In the monitoring room, the guard looked at the human tragedy on the surveillance screen with trepidation, he trembled and pressed the alarm, and then shrank under the table, he has never been so proud of his duty as he is now, it is so happy to watch the monitoring, Mom, I will never be a gangster again, 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, wretched, and even more hateful!

Dante didn't have the idea of sanctioning them, Dante just wanted to find the scarecrow, what kind of person was behind the name that the disciple who could make his admirer constantly tremble and shout in his dreams, Dante really wanted to see and see!

Dante gently turned the white ivory in his hand, his steps gradually becoming brisk, because no one dared to stop in front of him, Dante stepped hard, and with a leap, grabbed the guard who was about to flee to the corner of the corridor.

"Where is the scarecrow!"

Listening to Dante's words, the guard trembled uncontrollably, and what he saw in his eyes was not a handsome man with white hair, but a hunter who had just slaughtered sixty-three prey!

The guard!