Harley dropped the scalpel in a panic and screamed: "It's over!! I didn't even write the review!! It's all your fault. I would have finished it long ago without you two delaying it!!"
"Harry, are you there? Can I go in? I heard from people on the first floor that you are in this room..."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'm changing clothes!"
Harley hurriedly put away the tool box, waved to the two of them vigorously, and lowered her voice and said, "Quick, quick, quick, you hide quickly, you will be finished if he finds out!"
"Isn't Bruce Wayne... I mean, isn't he the famous playboy in Gotham? Why should we be afraid of him?"
Red Hood was pushed into the cabinet by Harley, and he kept retorting. Harley pushed him into the cabinet, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Are you serious?! This mental hospital is... He built it with his own hands!”
Red Robin gasped and squeezed into the cabinet with Harley's help. The two of them saw through the gap in the cabinet door that Harley opened the door and Bruce Wayne appeared outside.
Bruce said as he closed the door: "I should have come earlier, but I went to the office upstairs to get a letter. I came to check on your progress before leaving. There is someone waiting for me in the office."
Harley immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Since Bruce was in a hurry, he definitely didn't have time to read the written conclusion. Fortunately, she just didn't write the summary and had already finished the practical part.
Bruce and Harley walked to the operating table. Bruce did not change into surgical clothes, but put on a pair of gloves.
He steadily stretched out his hand to open up the skin of the abdominal cavity, removed unnecessary organs, pinched the blood vessels and nerves, and inspected the cutting conditions inside. His eyes were calm and somewhat academically focused.
Then, he stretched out his hand and pinched the muscles on the arm of the dissection subject, looked up at Harley and said, "You didn't thaw him completely?"
"Well, the thawing room downstairs was full, so I moved it up and defrosted it naturally, but I didn't expect it to defrost so slowly. I was anxious to do my homework, so I went under the knife."
There was obviously a trace of dissatisfaction on Bruce's expression. Even though this matter had nothing to do with them, the two Robins still felt their hearts in their throats, as if they were back when they were waiting for Batman's evaluation after every mission. .
"Next time, remember to defrost it completely before performing the surgery. However, this is also due to my lack of consideration. The defrosting room is a little too small. What do you think about adding another room on the underground floor?"
"Isn't the underground level a bit far?" Harley said while packing up the surgical tools: "Although it is relatively close to the cold storage, it is still very troublesome to move the thawed corpse up."
"What about adding a direct elevator?"
"That's no problem. It's great to have money."
"How's your limb section going?"
"Here, I'll show it to you."
Harley ran to the warehouse with a bang, and then came back with a tray. Bruce checked the limb slices on it, and then started to explain to Harley how to separate the nerves with one of the slices of the elbow structure.
The Red Hood, who was hiding in the closet, gestured to Red Robin, "Should I just say he's crazy?"
"I couldn't agree more." Red Robin nodded vigorously and responded with gestures.
But suddenly, Bruce's voice came from outside the cabinet: "I saw blood stains on the wall over there, what's going on?"
Red Robin's heart was immediately tightened. In the dim light outside the gap in the cabinet, he saw Bruce turning his head to look at the place where he was sitting. It should have been left by Harley when he took out the bullets.
There was no time to wipe away the slightest trace of blood.
"Oh, that was accidentally dropped on the ground when I took the scalpel to check the warehouse inventory." Harley explained.
Red Robin felt relieved.
"How did you get the first aid kit over there?" Bruce asked again.
Red Hood's heart ached again.
"I thought I had left my glove inside, so I went to look through it, but to my surprise, it wasn't there. I didn't have time to put it back."
Red Hood's heart was relieved.
Bruce's tone had always been calm, as if he was just asking casually, but with the situation of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the room, this normal tone seemed more and more abnormal, even creepy.
Ten minutes later, Bruce finally finished his lecture and checked his homework. After he turned around and left, what came out of the cabinet were almost two lumps of limp noodles.
The red hood sat down on the ground. He kept breathing heavily and said, "It scared me to death. He just barely found out!"
Red Robin was a little more sober than him, so he reflected: "Why should we be afraid of him? We are not even that afraid of Batman!"
"How do I know? When we were in the closet just now, you were shaking harder than me!"
"I just think the way he put his hand directly into the abdominal cavity to check the incision is so evil!" Red Robin said with some self-deprecation: "I can't describe it, but the way he dissected the corpse just now made me feel that if we were discovered by him,
We are the ones lying on the dissecting table!”
Red Hood nodded vigorously, agreeing with his idea.
They had never seen Bruce's gesture before from Batman. Batman didn't kill people, so he wouldn't let them see corpses, let alone let them see him dissect corpses.
Although they knew that all Bruce's actions were actually for medical academic purposes and were by no means as evil as some serial killers who played with corpses, they still couldn't help but connect the two, and then from the contradictory
A completely different kind of fear arose in the feeling.
Human beings will panic or burst out with other emotions in environments beyond common sense. If they are very calm in the face of a certain environment, it proves that this environment is acceptable and familiar to them - what Bruce just showed
It's so peaceful.
This made the two imaginative Robins have some terrible thoughts. Reason told them that it was impossible, but they didn't have much sense left now.
Red Robin looked at Harley and asked tentatively: "You just said that this mental hospital was funded by Bruce Wayne?"
"More than that, this mental hospital was designed by him himself. Everything from the building structure to the selection of materials was finalized by him. Of course, he also established the operating model."
"So, getting corpses from gangsters is also..."
Harley nodded and said, "Who else besides Wayne could have such a connection?"
After saying that, she led the two of them to the window. Harley opened the curtains, and what caught Red Robin and Red Hood's eyes was an entire island of continuous buildings.
In addition to the one they are in, there are at least a dozen different buildings scattered around the island. From the appearance of the buildings, you can see that they have different functions. It is like an independent world with complete facilities.
Before the two of them could ask, Harley introduced them to them.
"The building we are in is the regular inpatient unit of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. It has seven floors above ground and underground. It contains more than 600 regular wards and more than 100 special care wards as well as a two-story patient activity center.
It’s a cold storage for storing corpses.”
"As you can see, the people living here are terrible serial killers, but they are not actually terrible. Look over there, that semi-circular building with a helipad on the roof is a nursing home."
"The sanatoriums are filled with celebrities, including scholars, rich people, and even nobles."
"They don't live here all the time. They only come here to attend academic conferences when invited by professors, or they vacation here for one to two weeks in late autumn every year."
"Of course, they also have little hobbies similar to those of patients in regular wards. The higher the floor, the higher the class, whether it is social status or professional level. I heard that an ogre who lives on the top floor is a count.
Woolen cloth."
Harley introduced some of the living facilities of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital in bits and pieces, including the cafeteria, activity area, conference center, etc.
As Red Robin looked far into the distance, he saw that this building was not the only one surrounded by buildings on the entire island, but there were also three or four buildings in the distance.
"There." Harley pointed to the entire square building complex in the distance and said, "Did you see it? There is a separate bridge leading to the buildings in the North District, where the Gotham gang leaders operate."
Red Hood and Red Robin stood in front of the window and looked, and realized that Harley was pointing to a brightly lit construction area, where there were many high-rise buildings and neon lights shining. Even late at night, there were searchlights lighting up the dark night sky.
"There are mansions, dance halls, casinos, bars, etc. that the gang leaders need for socializing. People from the Twelve Families and the gang leaders will exchange information and intelligence there. All their cooperation and business since the beginning of this year have been there.
Negotiated."
"And over there." Harley changed the direction again, and Red Hood and Red Robin looked where she pointed.
Over there is a slightly quiet low-rise ring-shaped building area. It is located in the densest forest on the entire island. It is blocked by lush plants. Some of the details cannot be seen clearly, but you can still see a large size in the center.
Airport.
"It is by far the largest and most luxurious mercenary distribution park in the world. You can find any mercenary in the world who is openly employed there. Even if they are not there personally, there must be someone there who can contact them."
"And the way I want to tell you to get out of here is to make a phone call and find a mercenary to come and escort you.
Let’s go out, it’s simple, convenient and fast. Seeing that you helped me finish my homework in time, I’ll invite you this time.”
Red Hood and Red Robin looked at each other. Red Hood smacked his lips and said, "We will pay you back."
"Thank you for bandaging us, miss. It's what we should do to help you complete your homework. It would be better if the process was not so scary." Red Robin smiled at Harley and said, "And this time we owe it to you.
Yours, always at your disposal before we leave."
Harley waved her hand and said loyally: "Okay, I didn't expect you guys to be so sensible. It seems that I really got some blood this time."
"Just wait, I'll definitely call a professional for you!"
Three minutes later, a figure appeared on the roof of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and five minutes later, two neat screams came from the building.