After walking out of the room, Bruce Wayne followed and came to the hallway outside.

As I remembered, the hallway was filled with the smell of Arkham Asylum, faintly musty, damp air, painted ceilings, and the lights that were far away from them.

Bruce deflected his gaze as hard as he could, and at the edge of his vision, he could vaguely see that at intervals there was a solid iron window, presumably where all sorts of madmen were imprisoned, and he was one of them.

"Oh my God, what was I thinking?" Bruce couldn't help but shudder: "Could it be that deep down in my heart, I already believe everything Quinn said...... No, I can't think that way. ”

Bruce Wayne kept telling himself...... And just like that, he was quickly wheeled into a room.

Unlike in the hallway, the room wasn't very damp, but rather dry, and the air smelled faintly burnt.

"Number 19." The nurse named Chen Xiao behind him casually reported a number.

The next second, a tired voice rang out.

"Good...... Okay, the 31st is already dealt with, you can take him ...... Take him back to where he belongs. ”

It was a man's voice, and there was more in it than just exhaustion, but more than fear.

Before he could finish speaking, Bruce Wayne felt that the flat bed on which he was lying was shaken.

This time, he finally saw the room in front of him.

This is evident here...... It is an electrocution chamber. As a psychiatric hospital, there is certainly no shortage of 'electricity' as a treatment here, and although it is still a mystery whether it is effective or not, it is still useful if you just want to make those patients honest.

Electrotherapy devices, sturdy restraint beds, strong bandages hanging on the walls, and all sorts of electric shock joints, as long as you look at the things here, it seems that you can feel a 'pain' that goes straight to the brain.

Of course, what should be concerned now is not these electrotherapy devices, but the middle-aged man in front of him.

He should be Professor Yang in Quinn's mouth...... The man was about 50 years old, wearing a pair of glasses and a stiff smile on his face, as if he had forcibly fixed his expression into this 'smile' after plastic surgery. It's just that at this moment, there doesn't seem to be a smile in this person's eyes.

Like his voice, he was terrified.

Because 'Professor Young' is obviously no better off than Bruce Wayne.

The white coat on his body has obviously not been changed for a long time, the whole person's skin shows a kind of pale that has not seen the sun for a long time, his hair has been exhausted, and exudes an 'old' white, which seems to be caused by long-term fatigue, and the most important thing is that this guy's left foot is still leaning on a pair of shackles, and the other end is connected to the wall.

At this time, in the electrotherapy room, in addition to himself, Chen Xiao, and Professor Yang, there was another person.

The man looked like a patient who was treated similarly to himself, because he was also tied to a restraint bed, but due to the angle, he couldn't see the man's face......

"Okay, that's really hard for you...... Hey, hey, hey, but you have to work harder, or you won't have anything to eat at night. ”

Behind him, the man named Chen Xiao said this with a smile, and then pushed the bed next to him and walked out of the room.

When Bruce Wayne heard the door slam behind him.

"Who are you and what the hell is going on? You...... Why are you imprisoned here? He immediately asked.

However, Professor Yang obviously didn't want to pay attention to the other party, he just mechanically put a patch on Bruce's temples and didn't say a word.

"They locked you here just so you could electrocute the patients here, didn't they?" Bruce asked again, of course, even if Professor Yang didn't speak, he could have almost guessed the answer...... It's just that looking at his tired appearance, it seems that he hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time...... With such a large amount of work, how many people in this madhouse need electrotherapy?

At this time, Professor Yang had already prepared everything and was about to prepare for the power on.

"Professor Yang, I know you were kidnapped here, I can help you, let me go, let's escape together!" Bruce Wayne yelled.

As soon as he heard the words "escape", a trace of clarity finally flashed in the stiff eyes of the gangsters.

He looked up at Bruce Wayne.

"Get out? Hehe, it's ridiculous, where to run? I'm in another world, I've been caught, and you idiot who doesn't even know who you are actually said you can take me out......"

"Another world? Okay, I didn't understand you, but trust me, I'm more powerful than you think, if only you could open this bondage cloak! ”

"I can't even break free from the restraint clothes, and I'm still here to talk about power!" Professor Yang shook his head and said, "If it weren't for you...... How did I get caught here! ”

His voice raised slightly, and Bruce was surprised to find that this Professor Yang seemed to be full of hatred for himself.

Immediately after, he twisted the switch of the electrotherapy device, and a sharp pain immediately made Bruce Wayne's whole body spasm.

Before being completely eroded by the pain, Bruce's last thought was......

"Why did he not say 'you', but 'you'?"

......

......

When Bruce Wayne opened his eyes again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

He found himself in a 'private room' for mentally ill patients with self-harm tendencies, a small ward with walls and floors covered by thick cushions, without even a toilet.

He knows that the reason why there is no toilet is because the inside of his bondage suit is padded with a pile of adult diapers, regardless of the large and small size, if you can hold it, then you will hold it until the next morning, after the nurse of the hospital takes you out, it will naturally give you time to solve it, if you can't hold it, then you have to feel your excrement sticky pile in your crotch, and then fall asleep with this wonderful touch.

Of course, the next morning, the nurse will take you to a small room and then kindly clean you with a high-pressure water gun.

Batman struggled to his feet, his body still not recovering from the pain of electrotherapy.

At the same time, a strong hunger rush to Bruce's head, almost knocking him over.