Dillett heard the conversation of this group of scum very clearly, and if he could, he would not hesitate to eliminate this group of perverts in his own spiritual world. It's a pity that after so many years of hard work, I can't do it.

The only thing that makes Dillett a little comforting is that in the spirit world, he is still the strongest one, able to kill these bastards a million times, but it can't prevent them from resurrecting.

Beaten by the prison guards, Dillett was covered in bruises. But fortunately, Arkham adheres to the principle of trying not to die, and a madman like Dillett is at most isolated rather than directly euthanized.

"Dr. Quinn, would you like to help you to the infirmary?" A guard asked Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn seemed to be in a bit out of shape, and she looked at Dillett in a daze, as if she was a little distracted. This situation, like a state of over-frightened, is really worrying.

As a great beauty, there are many people in Arkham, whether they are patients or guards, who are fascinated by her, and it is rare to have an opportunity to be courteous, and the guards will not let it go.

"No, you don't." Harley Quinn didn't even look at the guard, but walked over to Dillett's side.

Dillett grinned and looked at the beautiful psychiatrist, estimating that his mental state assessment would be brought to the most dangerous level.

"I'm sorry, I said, they're all a bunch of perverted bastards." Dillett said to Halle Quinn.

"No apologies, you're the funniest patient I've ever seen. If I can, I would like to be your full-time psychologist, and if you have any needs, you can also mention them to me, and I will try my best to arrange them for you. But only if you show me your full personality. Harley Quinn's eyes lit up.

Dillett looked embarrassed, and could only say: Sure enough, she is a harley quint.

However, in this way, did she release her crazy nature?

The thought made Dillett shudder, he couldn't end up being one of the various bosses in Gotham City who were pressed to the ground by Batman. Please, I don't want to fall in love with Batman, if only Wonder Woman could accept it.

However, Wonder Woman seems to have a habit of killing all enemies, and generally does not spare the other party's life.

With this in mind, Dillett began his life in Arkham Mental Hospital.

On his first day in the hospital, he was involved in an assault that led to the restraints on Dillett being raised to the maximum level. The white restraint suit completely tied his upper body, and there was almost no place to move freely except for his head, and even his feet were tied with heavy shackles, so he could only shuffle his steps.

But Dillett, a dangerous mentally ill person, was not held in solitary confinement, but was sent to a ward that was already occupied. As the door to the ward opened, Dillett smelled a strong smell of blood coming from inside.

Someone behind him pushed Dillett hard, and he involuntarily fell into the room. Before the door to the ward closed, Dillett heard a phrase: "Enjoy, this is what you will do to scare our cute little Harley." ”

"Little Harry, your sister! She doesn't have a lightning scar on her head, and you're not called Dumbledore! Dillett scolded at the door, but unfortunately no one understood him, only the whispering of a madman.

With his hands trapped, it was a little difficult for Dillett to get up from the ground, and as he was struggling, he saw a pair of big feet walking towards him. What makes people feel terrifying is that these big feet are also stained with blood, which can be called a bloody footprint step by step.

From this angle, Dillett can't see the panorama of the room clearly, and naturally he doesn't know where his "roommate" got the blood. Neuropathy, maybe it's a nosebleed that I pulled out of my nostrils, who knows.

Watching the big feet walk to his side, Dillett felt a darkness in front of him.

This thing kicked him in the face without saying a word. Luckily, Dillett reacted in time to turn his face and kicked him in the side cheek. Although it was swollen, it avoided the end of the bridge of the nose being kicked off.

"This neurosis! Dare to do it, brothers, kill him for me! Now my brother is also mentally ill, and killing people is not a crime! Dillett roared in the bottom of his heart.

In the consciousness space, a group of perverts glanced at Dilett, and then bowed their heads to fight the landlord, as if they didn't have the slightest intention of possessing the body.

With such a hesitation, Dillit was kicked several times, and if it weren't for the fact that the restraint suit on his body had some defensive power, he was afraid that his ribs would have been kicked and broken.

"Hold the grass, you bastards, you won't survive if I die!" Dillett continued to rant.

Laughing wildly, he threw down a lot of cards left in his hand, turned his head and said to Dillett, "Boss, you should throw a dice, otherwise who will play?" ”

"How do I roll the dice now? My hands are tied, and I don't have dice around me! Dielett said sadly.

"This will win me, blind man, laugh, you two will shave my head or get a middle score!" Balance triumphantly threw down the last card, then said to Dillett, "Boss, you set the rules, and we all follow them." Of course, if you want to break the rules, then don't blame us for not following the rules. You've decided to break the contract? ”

I usually make trouble for myself when I shouldn't come out, but now when I really want to use it, I pretend to be more than my life with the spirit of the contract, which is just a pain in the eye.

"Are you sick?! You won't continue to exist even if I'm dead, so what rules are you talking about now? Dillett said sadly.

"We're all insane!" The six personalities said in unison.

Covering his face, Dillett really forgot about this stubble, and he couldn't talk to neuropathy about logic and reason. These six perverts would rather drag themselves to death than break the rules, returning to the chaotic state of each fighting for control of their bodies.

It's just because these six bastards feel that they are several times higher than others in terms of strength and luck, and they all feel confident that they can enjoy this body alone.

At this time, Dilett's body had been curled up by the beating, but the abuser did not seem to have the slightest intention of stopping, but grabbed the table in the room and smashed it towards him.

The metal table smashed against his body, the pain was excruciating, and many other debris fell along with it.

Just when Dillett felt that his body was about to be overwhelmed and wanted to break the rules to survive first, a dice from unknown sources smashed on his head. It took a tick and then stopped at the number "five".

In the space of consciousness, Dillett shouted: "The dice hit by the head door are also counted, Braster, come out and kill this street for me!" ”

In an instant, the short bald man with two heads in the consciousness space jumped next to the throne, kicked Dillett down, and then sat on the throne himself.

At the same time, in the ward, the body of Dillett, who had fallen to the ground and suffered the beating, seemed to shrink a little, but a large amount of smoke began to rise from the restraint clothes.