"I am the director of Arkham Asylum, Quasi Sharp. I would like to welcome these three gentlemen to visit Arkham Asylum." Sharp bowed and saluted. For these three inexplicable visitors, he maintained respect and was alert at the same time.
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After all, no one would go to a lunatic asylum to experience life on Christmas Day when their head is hot.
Moreover, these three people did not look like serious people. Even though the black car they arrived in was extremely luxurious, the way they were dressed seemed weird.
The first is the man standing on the far right. If he didn't have obvious female characteristics, Sharp would have thought he was a transvestite. However, although he was exempted from the label of transvestite, he was wearing a strange red and black uniform and clown-like makeup.
With the same mask, it's hard not to label him as "mentally retarded".
Sharp even felt that his appearance in Arkham Asylum was a very reasonable thing for a while.
Sharp shifted his gaze to the left - the young man standing in the middle looked polite and dressed in a black high-end suit, proving that he was the leader of the three.
However, his young and immature face and the deliberately left mustache revealed his deliberately mature psychology.
This makes Sharp feel that this person is a normal person, but at the same time, he subconsciously denies his normal state... This is a very contradictory statement, but the behavior of a normal person coming to Arkham Asylum on Christmas Day is in itself
Very abnormal.
The last gentleman, in Sharp's opinion, has a military spirit. Whether it is the vicissitudes of life on his face or the stereotype of his short hair, it can fully prove that he is not a simple man.
Sharp speculated that this man should be the bodyguard of the young master in the middle, and the "mentally retarded" on the right might be the patient they were entrusting to foster care - this reasoning surprised him for a while.
With such psychological speculation, Sharp asked tentatively: "May I ask the three of you..."
"Mr. Sharp, do you have a man named Joechel here?" Bruce got straight to the point.
"Qiao Qie..." Suddenly hearing the unexpected name, Sharp frowned, "What do you want from Qiao Qie? Are you his relatives?"
Sharp extended his hand and invited the three of them to come in. As they strolled through the leaf-strewn courtyard of Arkham Asylum, Bruce said lightly: "Actually, Mr. Joechel is my uncle. He suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago. I have also been missing recently."
It was easy to find out the whereabouts of Uncle Joechel, so he took the time to visit before Christmas."
"I see." Sharp easily believed Bruce's lie. After all, no idiot would lie for an unrelated lunatic.
Even if Bruce is not a relative of Joechel, he probably has a close relationship with him.
Sharp looked embarrassed: "Unfortunately, I have to tell you a tragic thing on this Christmas day, about your uncle... In fact, when he came to Arkham Asylum more than ten years ago, his mental state was not good enough.
, In the past ten years, his mental state has become increasingly unstable, and he often even yells at night."
Bruce and Frank looked at each other, and Frank interrupted: "May I ask, do you still remember the person who sent Joechel to Arkham Asylum?"
"This is also a strange thing..." Sharp led the three of them up the steps, with a thoughtful look on his face, "I was deeply impressed by the man who sent him here at the time. He was a strong man who was blind in one eye, but I was impressed
The reason is not simply because of his appearance, but because he disappeared after leaving Qiao Qier behind. This is not a very polite behavior."
This is equivalent to sending an elderly person to a nursing home without paying any pension. Arkham Asylum does not receive state subsidies...
However, the kind-hearted Sharp still took Joechel in at that time. It is difficult to say that this was not influenced by Amadeus Arkham, the founder of Arkham Asylum. After all, that gentleman was notoriously nosy. p>
Bruce and his party finally entered Arkham Asylum. As expected, Arkham Asylum looked to them like a cake with cheese spread but the bread was completely rotten. The flashing light bulbs above their heads reflected the early morning light.
It's not that conspicuous, but it's so eye-catching.
"This light bulb is a bit disobedient..." Sharp coughed and changed the subject, "Then, if you want to see Qiaochel, please come with me, but I think you must be mentally prepared." p>
"Ha... Dean, are you doing morning exercises at the door on Christmas morning? It's really rare..." A yawning sound suddenly came from a public chair on one side, and a slovenly young man rubbed his sleepy eyes and squinted one eye.
Look at the people in front of you.
"Aaron, why do you like to sleep in this place every day?" Sharp asked with a frown.
"You ask this question almost every morning. Has this become a greeting technique for you to say hello to others?" Aaron Cash stood up tremblingly. It seemed that he was not completely satisfied yet.
To get rid of sleepiness, but judging from the economic situation of Arkham Asylum, he does not seem to have much financial resources to obtain full food.
Aaron Cash put his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and followed the four people forward.
"This is Aaron Cash, the security guard of our Arkham Asylum." Under the questioning looks of the three people, Sharp explained.
"He was originally a policeman, but for some reason he resigned and came to Arkham Asylum. But as you can see, he is a normal, lazy guy."
Bruce looked around: "But can't you even arrange dormitories for employees here?"
"It's not that we can't arrange it..." Sharp also became confused, "We don't have much else in Arkham Asylum. We just have a lot of vacant rooms, but Aaron just doesn't want to live in those rooms."
"They are all haunted houses..." Aaron muttered.
"This is his usual rhetoric, but I have stayed in every ward and slept peacefully every night." Sharp curled his lips.
The four of them walked into a corner, and Aaron continued to move forward. He waved his hand: "You can continue to take people on your tour. I'm going to have breakfast. Aunt Mary's steamed buns should be eaten at this time.
Suitable."
"Remember to leave two more for me." Sharp reminded aloud.
Aaron waved back and said goodbye silently.
The four of them continued to move forward, passing by the "103" and "104" wards, and finally arrived in front of the "105" ward.
"The Qiaochel you are looking for is inside." Sharp took out the key from his pocket and opened the cold black iron door. This iron door was like fresh strawberries mixed with cake cream.
A few bright spots.
In Bruce's eyes, this iron door is like a forbidden door deep in his heart.
No matter whether the guy waiting behind the door is a devil or an angel...