thefictionvixens Chapter 6 I'm Going to Blow Up Arkham
Chapter 6 I'm Going to Blow Up Arkham
"Yes, I will," Jung Eun replied earnestly. "You too."
Arnold was still panting after receiving confirmation, but his rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and he soon returned to normal.
Just as he said, the next morning a caregiver kicked open the door and dragged Zheng En out of bed.
The burly caregiver was quite rough. Zheng En, with his messy hair, had just straightened up when he was pulled and fell onto the caregiver before he could even stand up straight.
The hard, angular object at the other person's waist, along with the unique scent that hit him right in the head, instantly snapped him back to reality, leaving him with a dazed look in his eyes.
It has a strong flavor, no further explanation needed.
Zheng En scrambled away from him, muttering "sorry" repeatedly, both afraid of the other getting close and afraid that the other would suddenly pull out a gun and open fire—in which case he would have no choice but to use Batman to take over the fight.
The burly man he bumped into had a dark expression on his face. His companion advised him, "Forget it, it's a medical check-up. It'll be hard to explain to the hospital director if you get hurt."
The burly man, wary of what was happening, glared at Zheng En before turning and leaving.
Seeing that the matter was over, Zheng En hurriedly followed. He was always very self-aware—mainly because he was afraid that another caregiver would come and forcibly lock the man up, and he also wanted to save his nose.
Along the way, he pretended to casually look around, secretly memorizing the terrain and the people coming and going.
He and Arnold were on the sixth floor, the director's office was on the fourth floor, and the caregivers took him to the second floor for his medical examination.
First was the psychiatry department. This department was small, with only one doctor sitting behind a computer desk.
There were curtains in the room, behind which were a bed and a window.
As Zheng En scribbled something on the psychological questionnaire, she could see through the window a large expanse of neatly trimmed lawn behind her, and further away, another building.
On the grass, men in casual clothes were playing golf, while men in black or gray suits stood scattered around, one of whom, a bald man, stood out conspicuously.
He finished the questionnaire in no time, much to the doctor's astonishment.
"My God, is he illiterate?"
Zheng En pretended not to understand, and the caregiver then remembered his background. While cursing inwardly, she still had to deal with the doctor, "You know, this is a mental hospital, it's normal to have one or two mentally challenged people occasionally."
Zheng En looked at the caregiver who had called him mentally challenged: I'll remember you.
The doctor wanted to ask more questions, but the caregiver brushed it off with a laugh.
Afterwards, Zheng En was taken to other departments for various examinations, including CDs, MRIs, and a variety of medical devices that he recognized or did not recognize.
During this period, he diligently memorized the general information about each department.
If Arnold is right, they can't leave the ward except for regular check-ups, so he can only take this opportunity to memorize as much information as possible.
Jung Eun didn't plan to linger in Arkham for too long.
Not to mention that if he stayed any longer, Arnold might develop into a ventriloquist and might come and stab him in the kidneys one dark and stormy night, Zheng En simply couldn't stand the food.
It tastes awful. What's the difference between a living person who can't eat good food and a dead person?
After a long and tiring morning, when Zheng En returned to his ward, Arnold had already placed lunch on his bedside table for him.
Zheng En looked closely and saw boiled broccoli and a small bowl of steaming, thin-looking porridge. The breadsticks placed next to it were short and thick, and looked very rough. For a moment, she didn't know where to start eating.
He glanced at Arnold, who was dipping his breadstick into the paste and eating it in small bites.
Jung Eun smelled the slightly sour paste, thought for a moment, and decided to eat the breadstick directly.
"Click—"
The moment she bit into the breadstick, Jung Eun heard the sound of her teeth loosening.
Is it loose or broken? He wondered uncertainly.
When Zheng En released the breadstick, he checked it several times to make sure it was completely intact, not even the patterns on it had been disturbed.
He tapped the thing on the bedside table in disbelief, then slammed it against the wall, before respectfully placing it back on the plate.
I stumbled upon a WWII baguette reminiscent of an American dinner plate, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't beat it.
Arnold, whose attention was drawn to Jung Eun's series of actions, asked, "...Are you alright?"
Jung Eun, who hasn't eaten anything since this morning, chuckled.
While complaining to Batman about how terrible the food was, he laughed heartily at Arnold, "I'm going to blow up Arkham."
Arnold's eyes became blank.
Zheng Enxin sensed something was wrong. That's the downside of talking to two people at the same time; your inner thoughts and true feelings were reversed.
However, the impact is not significant.
"You should take the opportunity to escape then," Jung Eun-chung gave Arnold a thumbs up.
Arnold's eyes grew increasingly vacant, and he instinctively moved closer to the wall, falling silent.
Batman: "You're fitting in really quickly."
Jung Eun: "I'll take that as a compliment."
The used plates were usually pushed out through the crack in the door, but Jung Eun didn't this time.
He deliberately knocked over a plate of food when the caregiver arrived, making a noise to lure her into the ward. He then lay half-down on the floor, grabbed her hand, and frantically shouted "help."
If this happened outside, he might get shot in the head twice, but here, people are money. Caregivers can kill, but they can't hurt money.
He reached out and groped around the other person, touching the gun before putting it into his personal storage space.
Zheng En was out of breath, his face turning a deep liver color – from the fumes.
They say it's 30% real and 70% fake, but he's not just acting; his eyes are full of longing for fresh air.
After touching the gun, Zheng En released his grip at the right moment so that the caregiver could use the walkie-talkie to call his companion over.
The cart hurriedly arrived at the door, and Zheng En let the two men carry her up and push her into the elevator.
[Batman Skill Fragments: Melee Combat Basics (Activated)]
Before they could press the button, Zheng En suddenly sprang up, kicking the caregiver who had been touched by the gun away, grabbing another caregiver's torso with both hands, pulling him up like a radish, and slamming him into a corner.
Before the caregiver who had been kicked into the corner could even stand up, he was hit squarely by another caregiver.
The trolley crashed heavily into the corner, then slowly moved away due to inertia, revealing two caregivers lying on the ground, one on top of the other.
They were all lying limp on the ground, clearly unable to move.
Zheng En looked at them, then at her own hands.
Open your fist and then clench it, clench your fist and then open it again.
He was incredibly nervous before taking action, but now he was surprisingly calm, and a faint sense of excitement made him feel unrealistically euphoric.
Is this what it feels like to have adrenaline rush?
Zheng En didn't know, but he knew there was no time for sentimentality; he needed to seize every second.
He found another caregiver's pistol, hid it in his personal compartment, stripped the caregiver of her clothes and put it on, and after escaping, he took off the caregiver's coat and was able to blend into the crowd.
He held a grudge, kicking the caregiver who called him mentally challenged a few more times in the face before lifting the two onto the trolley and covering them with the matching white sheet.
On the elevator's display screen, red numbers kept dropping.
6、5、4、3、2……
"bite."
Caregivers wearing masks pushed medical carts out, mingling with passersby.
Jung Eun needs to hide these two people to delay the time it takes for her to be discovered.
The corridor was lined with various departments, including the X-ray room, orthopedics department, and outpatient clinic... None of these met Zheng En's requirements; his destination was further inside.
"Knock knock".
He knocked on the door of the psychiatric ward.