Chapter 1587 A Little Chaos~score +1

"What's your name?" Jiang Hao asked the wimp.

"Edward." The coward replied.

Jiang Hao nodded, "If you don't want to be beaten again in the future, just say you are one of my men."

The loser looked at Jiang Hao. He didn't expect that he would receive care from the demon clown, and he felt filled with happiness for a moment.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Clown." Edward, the loser, said with a trembling voice.

Jiang Hao stood up with a smile and walked towards the Iron Fist in the distance. In fact, many people had already observed Jiang Hao talking to the loser. When they saw Jiang Hao walking towards the violent Iron Fist, many people felt that something was going to happen and waited. Watching the fun.

Iron Fist naturally saw the scene just now. When he saw the clown walking over, he suddenly became nervous. When Jiang Hao walked in, Iron Fist immediately stood up.

"sit down!"

Jiang Hao said softly.

This guy stood up and was a whole head taller than him. How could Jiang Hao allow himself to look up at him?

"thump."

Iron Fist was so frightened that he sat back and looked up at the clown with a nervous and fearful expression on his face, looking at Jiang Hao without daring to speak.

He was much stronger than Jiang Hao, and he had experienced countless fights and was hovering on the edge of life and death. But for some reason, the clown's aura frightened him so much, so he chose to sit down obediently.

"Why did you come to Arkham?" Jiang Hao asked softly.

"I was arrested for robbing a bank. Later I was found to have 'post-war psychological syndrome' and was sent here for treatment." Iron Fist said.

Jiang Hao knows what post-war psychological syndrome is. The scientific name should be post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD for short. The main reason is the subsequent, sustained, and delayed emotional and mental disorders caused by major stress events and trauma.

Post-war syndrome is one of the more serious types. Irritability, impulsivity, violence, and traumatic stimulation scenes are flashbacked and reappeared repeatedly, constantly aggravating the stimulation, and forced memories are involuntarily recalled in dreams, reality, and unreality. This triggers severe anxiety and fear reactions.

Many soldiers have this kind of situation. Some of them can recover slowly on their own, while some of them require mental treatment. Many of them rely on drugs, alcohol or even drug anesthesia to maintain themselves. There are also many cases of homicide and suicide.

"Were you a soldier before?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Yes, I participated in the Afghan War."

"Killed many people?" Iron Fist nodded.

"Later you became a mercenary, why did you commit robbery?"

"There's not enough money to spend."

Well, Jiang Hao thinks this is a good reason and sufficient.

"Where are your companions, have they been arrested too?"

"Two were killed by the police, I was injured and arrested, and a few escaped, but I didn't confess them." Iron Fist raised his head slightly when he said this.

"Do you want to follow me and be my subordinate?" Jiang Hao asked, looking at Iron Fist.

Iron Fist frowned slightly. Although he was afraid of clowns, he didn't want to be just another person's subordinate. He was just mentally ill, but not really mentally ill. He knew that it was dangerous to hang out with this lunatic.

"What can you give me?" Iron Fist was ready to wait for Jiang Hao to say something like money, and then find an opportunity to refuse.

"Have you not slept well for a long time? You are in a daze, tired, irritable, or even on the verge of collapse. How about I give you a peaceful sleep, I mean every night?" Jiang Hao said with a smile on his lips. .

When dealing with a person, the most important thing is to prescribe the right medicine and find out his weaknesses. Even the most powerful people have weaknesses. As long as you find them correctly, you can almost kill him with one blow and easily defeat him, even the powerful Batman.

Iron Fist looked at Jiang Hao in disbelief. Ever since he got post-war syndrome, he had hardly had a peaceful night's sleep. As soon as he fell asleep, countless war scenes would flash through his mind.

They carried guns and massacred civilians, killing old people and children.

Their companions were killed by the Afghan army, leaving bloody corpses everywhere.

The companion stepped on a landmine and was instantly smashed into pieces.

Someone violently assaulted the woman, who eventually committed suicide.

In fact, Iron Fist's mind is very firm. He is not afraid of war or even death. However, his belief in protecting his family and country was shattered on the battlefield. There is no justice in this war, only bloody cruelty and oppression.

It was precisely because of the collapse of his faith that he suffered from post-war syndrome. Now in his heart, he is even a little anti-social and hates this country.

"I don't believe it. Even the doctors can't help. I've taken a lot of sleeping pills and almost died, but they still don't work." Iron Fist looked at Jiang Hao and said.

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "I can let you try it first."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured with a pistol, pointing his index finger at Iron Fist's forehead.

"boom!"

Jiang Hao made a soft sound from his mouth, Tie Fist's eyes widened, and then he fell straight down.

He fell asleep, or could be understood as fainting, a deep syncope.

Jiang Hao's soul was countless times more powerful than Tie Fist's. He used hypnosis to directly make Tie Fist faint, so that Tie Fist could have a peaceful sleep, the kind of deep sleep without any thoughts. When the time is running out, he wants to wake up. Can't even wake up.

Jiang Hao fired a shot at Tie Fist, who fainted and fell to the ground. Someone saw this scene and screamed, "Ah, murder."

Jiang Hao was a little helpless. Didn't you see that these mentally ill people just fainted? But the screams alerted the doctors and security guards. Immediately, a large group of security guards rushed over and drove the people back to their cells.

Someone checked Iron Fist's condition and found that he was in a deep coma and could not wake up no matter how he screamed. Director Xie Ding looked at the tied up Jiang Hao fiercely, "What did you do to him?"

Jiang Hao looked innocent, "I just hypnotized him, but he said he couldn't sleep well."

The director looked angry, "I said, no one can play tricks in the hospital, not even you, the clown. Take him back to his room and put him in solitary confinement for three days."

Jiang Hao was carried back to his ten-square-meter hut, and without even taking off his belt, he threw it directly on the bed.

He didn't care, he twisted his body and lay down, closed his eyes and started to practice. He practiced on weekdays and could stay in samadhi for three to five days or even three to five months without any problem. The thing he was least afraid of was confinement.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Bang~!"

The iron door of the room was opened, and two security guards came in, picked up Jiang Hao and walked out. When they got outside, they put him in a wheelchair and pushed him all the way to a place.

Jiang Hao found that many patients had gathered here, and they were all wearing corsets. The faces of these people were very ugly at this moment.

"Ah~!"

A scream came from the front room. The scream was like the scream of a pig when it is killed. It was sharp, harsh and terrifying.

When the patients heard the screams, many of them trembled with fear, and some of them screamed involuntarily.

"Quiet, everyone, shut up!" the security guard nearby shouted, and the patients were immediately frightened to silence.

"Ahhhh~!"

The screams continued, and after a while, a limp guy was pushed out of the room. His expression was dull and his eyes were empty. His body was dripping wet, leaving a trail of water stains on the way out.

Is this urine? !

Jiang Hao finally saw inside, a group of doctors wearing white coats, with a huge electrotherapy chair in the middle.

At this time, the guard looked at the clown, laughed twice, and looked at Jiang Hao and said: "Electric shock treatment twice a month, since Mr. Clown is already here, how can I keep you waiting? Let's treat Mr. Clown first. "

As they were talking, someone pushed Jiang Hao into the room, and they tied him to the electrotherapy chair. Five or six doctors in white coats looked at him. Three men and two women all looked at Jiang Hao with smiles on their faces. Hao felt that their eyes were like looking at a slaughtered lamb.

The balding old man at the head of them was the director of Harry's treatment department. Among the two women was Harry's female colleague.

Director Xie Ding walked up to Jiang Hao and said with a smile on his face: "Electric shock therapy is a traditional therapy in Arkham Asylum. It is very good for restoring the spirit. When you were shocked the last few times, you kept laughing, but I know In fact, you are in pain, but you just cover it up with laughter."

"Actually, you don't have to do that. You can scream loudly, like others, and release the fear and pain through the scream. That is a very good release."

Jiang Hao looked at the balding man, then at the other doctors and several security guards in the room, and said calmly: "Your so-called electric shock therapy has no therapeutic effect on mental illness at all. You just use this method to torture patients and make them suffer. , be afraid, make them obedient and cause you less trouble, right?”

The balding man looked at Jiang Hao and chuckled twice, "Arkham Asylum is full of mentally ill criminals. It can make you more obedient. I think this treatment has already had its effect on him."

After speaking, Director Xie Ding said to the doctor next to him: "We must treat Mr. Clown with respect. Let's start from level three. I don't know how many levels Mr. Clown can enjoy."

"Zizzi~!"

The electrotherapy chair opened, and a burst of strong current flowed through Jiang Hao's body. The light next to him lit up instantly, indicating that he was powered on at this moment.

But what surprised several doctors and security guards was that the clown seemed to be unaware of it and allowed the electricity to pass through him.

They didn't know that after Jiang Hao practiced the thunder method, his body had its own electric current. With his body that had been struck by lightning, how could he be afraid of this electricity.

"level 4!"

The balding man said coldly.

Still no response.

"Level 5~!"

"Level 6~~!"

Level 6 is already very powerful. Jiang Hao will occasionally flash a few blue arcs at this moment. Under this kind of electric shock, many people will twitch and even become incontinent.

But what surprised them was that Jiang Hao was still unaware and looked at them with contempt, which made Director Xie Ding very angry.

"Go directly to level 8~~!"

The bald man shouted loudly.

As the level increased, electric sparks flickered on Jiang Hao's body at this moment, and the sizzling sound was heard endlessly. Everyone in the room was shocked. No one had ever been able to withstand an eighth-level electric shock. Even those mutants would be shocked by the electricity. Call.

At this moment, Jiang Hao suddenly activated and used his thoughts to generate a low-level Shenxiao Thunder Control Technique in his palm.

Without any warning, the electric chair suddenly flashed wildly, and then with a bang, streams of electric current sprang out from the machine.

The bald man, the female doctor, the remaining doctors and security guards, a total of eight people, were all struck by the strong current.

"Oh oh oh~!"

"Wow wow wow~!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh~!"

A continuous scream suddenly sounded in the electrotherapy room, and the arc flashed for about ten seconds. With a bang, the electrotherapy chair exploded. Due to the excessive use of current, the hospital wires short-circuited, the lights dimmed instantly, and then the emergency lights on the wall came on.

Woohoo~!

Alarms sounded in the mental hospital.

Jiang Hao looked at the doctors and security guards, all of whom were lying on the ground. Some were already burnt, some were still twitching, and some had a puddle of water under them.

Jiang Hao thought of the consequences of being electrocuted. Strong electric shocks can cause local or whole-body damage and functional disorders, and may also cause limb paralysis, bleeding, blindness, deafness, mental disorders and other symptoms.

The more serious ones, of course, are being burned to death.

At this moment, a system prompt sound suddenly rang in Jiang Hao's mind, "Ding~~ You created a small chaos, score +1."