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

"Edward." replied cowardly.

Jiang Hao nodded, "If you don't want to be beaten again in the future, just say it's my subordinate."

Looking at Jiang Hao with a coward, he didn't expect that he would actually receive care from the demon clown, and for a moment he felt full of happiness.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Clown." Edward said in a trembling voice.

Jiang Hao stood up and walked towards the iron fist in the distance. In fact, many people had long observed Jiang Hao talking to the coward. Seeing Jiang Hao walking towards the iron fist for violence, many people felt that something was going to happen and were waiting to watch the fun.

Tiequan naturally saw the scene just now. At this moment, when the clown came over, he suddenly became nervous. Jiang Hao walked in and Tiequan stood up immediately.

"sit down!"

Jiang Hao said softly.

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

"thump."

Tieqin was so scared that he sat back, looked up at the clown with a nervous and fearful expression on his face, and looked at Jiang Hao and did not dare to speak.

He is much stronger than Jiang Hao, and has experienced countless battles and wandered on the verge of life and death. But for some reason, the clown's aura made him feel so scared, so he chose to sit down obediently.

"Why are you here in Arkham?" Jiang Hao asked softly.

"I was arrested for robbing the bank. Later, I was found to have 'post-war psychological syndrome' and was sent here for treatment." Tiequan said.

Jiang Hao knows what post-war psychological syndrome is, and the scientific name should be called post-traumatic stress disorder, referred to as PTSD. The main reason is major stress events, subsequent, continuous, and delayed emotional and mental disorders caused by trauma.

Post-war syndrome belongs to the type of serious problems, such as irritability, impulse, violence, and traumatic stimulation scenes flash back and recurrence, constantly aggravating the stimulation, and involuntarily in dreams, real and non-realistic forced memories, which triggers serious anxiety and fear reactions.

Many soldiers have this situation. The mild ones can slowly heal themselves, and the severe ones need mental treatment. There are also many who rely on drugs, alcohol and even drugs to maintain their own anesthesia. There are also many cases of murder and suicide.

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

"Yes, I've participated in the Ah War."

"Has killed many people?" Tieqin nodded.

"Later you became a mercenary, why did you rob him again?"

“There is not enough money to spend.”

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

"Are your companions arrested?"

"Two were killed by the police, I was beaten and caught, and a few of them ran away, and I didn't confess them." Tiequan raised his head slightly when he said this.

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

Tie Fist frowned slightly. Although he was afraid of the clown, he was unwilling to be a subordinate casually. He was just mentally ill, not really mentally ill. He knew it was dangerous to get along with this lunatic.

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

"Have you not been sleeping well for a long time? You are in a trance, exhausted, irritable, and even on the verge of collapse. I can give you a stable sleep. I mean, how about it every night?" Jiang Hao said with a smile on his lips.

The most important thing to deal with a person is to prescribe the right medicine and find his weaknesses. No matter how powerful a person is, he still has weaknesses. As long as he finds it correctly, he can almost kill one blow and easily defeat him, even the powerful Batman.

Tiequan looked at Jiang Hao in disbelief. Since he had post-war syndrome, he had almost never slept peacefully for a night. As soon as he entered his dream, countless scenes of war flashed.

They carried guns, slaughtered the civilians, killed the elderly and children.

Their companions were killed by Ajun, and there were blood corpses all over the ground.

When a companion stepped on a landmine, he was instantly smashed into pieces.

Someone raped the woman, and the woman eventually committed suicide.

In fact, Tiequan's mind is very firm. He is not afraid of war or even death. However, his belief in defending his country was smashed to pieces on the battlefield. There is no justice in this war at all, only bloody, brutal and oppressive.

It was precisely because of his collapse of belief that he had post-war syndrome. Now his heart is even a little anti-social and hates this country.

"I don't believe that the doctor can't do anything. I've taken a lot of sleeping pills and almost died, but it still doesn't work." Tiequan looked at Jiang Hao and said.

Jiang Hao smiled, "You can let you try first."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and compared the action of a pistol, with his index finger facing the forehead of the Iron Fist.

"Bang!"

Jiang Hao made a slight sound from his mouth, and the iron fist's eyes kept falling down.

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

Jiang Hao's soul is countless times stronger than the Iron Fist's soul. He used hypnosis spell to make the Iron Fist faint directly, so that the Iron Fist can sleep peacefully, with a deep sleep without any thoughts, and he can't wake up even if he wants to.

Jiang Hao fired a shot at the iron fist, and the iron fist fainted on the ground. When someone saw this scene, he screamed, "Ah, kill someone."

Jiang Hao was a little helpless. Didn’t this group of mental illnesses just fainted? But the screams alarmed the doctor and the security guards. Immediately, a large group of security guards rushed over and drove the people back to their detention room.

Someone checked the situation of the Iron Fist and found that he was already in a deep coma and could not wake up no matter how he screamed. Director Bading looked at Jiang Hao who was tied up fiercely, "What did you do to him?"

Jiang Hao looked innocent, "I just gave him hypnosis, and he said he couldn't sleep well."

The director looked angry, "I said that no one can play tricks in the hospital, even if you are a clown, you can't take him back to your room and be locked up for three days."

Jiang Hao was carried back to his 10-square-meter cottage, and he didn't even untied his belt, so he threw it on the bed.

He didn't care, so he twisted his body and lay down, closed his eyes and started practicing. He practiced on weekdays and could enter into meditation for three or five days or even three or five months. The least feared was to be confined.

......

I don't know how long it took.

"Bang~!"

The iron door of the room was opened, and two security guards came in, pulled Jiang Hao and walked out, went outside and put him in a wheelchair, pushing him all the way to a place.

Jiang Hao discovered that there were many patients gathered here, and they were all wearing corsets. At this moment, these people's faces were very ugly.

"Ah~!"

A scream came from a room in front of him, and the screams were like the shrill screams made by the pig when slaughtering a pig, sharp and terrifying.

When the patients heard the screams, many of them were so scared that they trembled, and some people screamed involuntarily.

"Quiet, shut up everyone!" The security guard next to him shouted, and the patients immediately stopped in fear.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Screams continued. After a while, a limp guy was pushed out of the room, his expression was dull and his eyes were empty. He was wet and left a bunch of water stains on the way he came out.

Is this peeing?!

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

At this time, the guard looked at the clown, laughed twice, and looked at Jiang Hao and said, "There are two electric shock treatments every month. Since Mr. Clown has arrived, how can you wait? Let's treat Mr. Clown first."

As he said that, someone pushed Jiang Hao into the room. People tied him to the electric therapy chair. Five or six doctors in white coats looked at him. Three men and two women looked at Jiang Hao with smiles. Jiang Hao felt that their eyes were like looking at a slaughtered lamb.

The old man in the head of the Bald man is the director of Harry's treatment department. Among the two women is Harley's female colleague.

Director Bading walked up to Jiang Hao, smiled and said, "Electric shock treatment is a traditional therapy at Arkham Mental Hospital, which is very good for restoring your spirit. The previous few times you were shocked, I kept laughing, but I know you were actually in pain, just to cover it up with laughter."

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

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

The bald man looked at Jiang Hao and laughed twice, "Arkham Mental Hospital is full of serious prisoners with mental illness. It can make you more obedient. I think this treatment has already achieved his effect."

After saying that, Director Bading said to the doctor next to him: "We must respect Mr. Clown, so let's start with level three. I don't know which level Mr. Clown can enjoy."

"Sizi ~!"

The electric therapy chair was opened, and a strong electric current flowed through Jiang Hao's body. The light beside him lit up instantly, indicating that he was powered on at this moment.

However, what surprised several doctors and security guards was that the clown seemed to have no idea and allowed the electric current to pass through.

They didn't know that after Jiang Hao practiced the thunder method, his body was filled with electric current. With his body struck by the thunder, how could he be afraid of this little electricity?

"Level 4!"

The bald man said coldly.

Still no response.

"Level 5~!"

"Level 6~~!"

Level 6 is already very powerful. Jiang Hao occasionally flashes a few blue arcs on his body. Under this electric shock, many people will twitch and even incontinence.

But to their surprise, Jiang Hao was still unaware of anything and looked at them with contemptuous eyes, which made Director Ba very annoyed.

"Just go to level 8~~!"

The bald man shouted loudly.

As the number of levels increased, Jiang Hao's body was flashing with sparkling sparks, and the sizzling sounds were endless. Everyone in the room was shocked. No one could withstand level 8 electric shocks. Even those mutants would be screaming by the electricity.

At this moment, Jiang Hao suddenly activated and used his mind to generate a low-level Divine Sky Thunder Control Technique in his palm.
To be continued...