After watching Miao Mu and the others leave, Doctor Hurt got off work as well. At the moment, Arkham Asylum had only one doctor on duty: him.
Otis had also given him considerable attention, helping him clear out a room in an office on the third floor that had already been dismantled.
But Otis did not like the plastic-like smile on Doctor Hurt's face. It felt strange, as if he were talking to a mannequin.
As the high-powered lights outside Arkham Asylum switched off, dark silence descended once more.
The occasional screams echoing through the corridors no longer bothered the patrolling guards. They came from Scarecrow in Room J6 on the second floor.
He was probably having nightmares again. That guy had not slept well for days and could only rely on sleeping pills to rest for a little while.
Doctor Hurt sat by the bed, his utterly emotionless gaze silently settling on the rat patrolling near the ceiling vent with a miniature camera strapped to its back.
The entire asylum was under Otis's surveillance, but to Doctor Hurt, it was a little... too easy.
Or rather, fooling these brainless rats was so easy that he did not even need to lift a finger.
The rat froze in the duct as though time had stopped. It did not crawl closer, and its camera saw nothing but darkness.
Doctor Hurt's figure flickered, and he instantly teleported into an underground laboratory that Otis and the others had never discovered.
Those people relied far too heavily on rats. They had no idea there were places rats feared and could not approach.
Doctor Hurt raised a hand to touch his chest. Inside his body, beside his heart, was a golden egg-shaped machine, so intricate and exquisite that it did not seem like a human