"Hello there..."
This is a phone call from the Arkham Asylum to Gotham Police Headquarters.
The two ends of the phone are the warden of the lunatic asylum: Quincy Sharp, and the chief of the Gotham Police Station: Jim Gordon.
"Director Gordon, I'm sorry to call you at this late hour, but ... you said that I should pay attention to the newcomer." The warden's voice rang in the microphone: "It was the one that blew up The prisoner at the bank, he is called Ziliang ... "
"What happened?" Gordon asked immediately.
He did let Quincy Warden stare at the guy because he gave him a feeling that he hadn't appeared in many years ... it was a sense of crisis that was unfounded. Although the guy was finally caught, but for so many days, this sense of crisis has not subsided, and sometimes Gordon even felt that the man was caught only because he wanted to do that.
"This is not true." Quincy Sharp said: "But this guy is indeed a bit strange. He has been dishonest since the day he entered prison. He has been fighting everywhere and sent to Professor Yang many times, and still has no effect."
Gordon frowned, and of course he knew the character of Professor Yang. In fact, without his acquiescence, it would be impossible for such an inhumane 'infirmary' to exist in the Arkham Madhouse.
"Professor Yang can't take him? This is not a good sign." Gordon hesitated. "I have a hunch. He may be the most troublesome prisoner of all these years. You have to be optimistic about him."
"Of course, this is my duty, and he has been put in a confinement room. I think he will make a big difference to his stupid behavior when he comes out." The warden said with a smile, and then, He seemed to think of something suddenly: "Oh, yes, there is one more strange thing ... this guy seems to be very interested in the Arkham asylum before the expansion. He said that he wanted me in the computer Of the original construction drawings. "
After hearing this sentence, Secretary Gordon's muscles seemed to be tensed abruptly: "What does he want that to do?"
"He didn't say ... but he didn't care, anyway, he will not get that stuff in his life."
Gordon nodded: "Well, if he has any strange behavior, remember to tell me."
"Of course." The governor said.
...
After a brief chat, both parties hung up.
Director Gordon rubbed his dry eyes and got up to the window.
It's been two days and two nights, he hasn't left his office in one step, homicides, explosions, gang fights, mountainous cases, in this city, these things are like baby crying, never there A quiet day. Over the years, and such sleepless days almost always accompanied him, even Gordon himself was a little surprised. In such a high-intensity work, he has not yet collapsed.
The police car outside the window was dispatched again, it should be the burglary just reported ... The newly recruited policemen should be able to solve it.
Gordon thought, reaching for a small medicine bottle from his pocket and pouring out two tablets. Even the water was useless, he swallowed it directly.
This is a painkiller.
Since one day eight years ago, Gordon has been suffering from a very strange disease. His body began to ache, sometimes skin, sometimes muscle or bone, there is no incentive, it just come.
Fortunately, the doctor prescribed a medicine to him. To be honest, he didn't know what this medicine was. Of course, he did n't care. Anyway, this medicine worked for him, so he kept eating it. After eating for so many years, it has become a habit.
After taking the medicine, Director Gordon seemed to be a little more energetic. Sometimes he even felt that there was a stimulant in this medicine. Just let him keep on working. Because the city is much better than Gotham eight years ago.
At least those freaks are gone ... and Batman is gone.
...
...
The night passed quickly, and the early morning in Gotham City was always filled with endless fog, flooding all corners, desperately covering up the overnight trash or bloody smell in the alleys.
As usual, the 22nd street in the city is still deserted.
However, with the appearance of a chubby figure, this desertedness was broken ...
This is a tall, fat man with a thick beard and a shiny head. Even in such a cold season, he is still naked with an upper body and a dirty leather apron on his chest.
Joey had a big belly and walked into an alley on the street. Several wild cats lazily raised their heads and looked at him, but strangely they didn't get up to avoid it. They just changed their positions and continued to fall asleep. .
Joy opened the door of the hospital and walked in slowly.
These days, he will come here every morning, and then sit in the doctor's office for a while, because Zi Liang specifically told him to do so before leaving, and threatened him, if he forgot, when he came out, he would Kill the pig he raised to eat meat.
For Joey, it 's almost the same as being threatened by his life. It 's also impossible, because his brain is not very easy to use, or his brain ca n't pretend to be anything but pigs. Go in, so if you don't threaten him with a pig, he will be sure to forget it the next day.
what? You ask why a pig killer cares so much about the life and death of a pig?
Please pay attention to your word. Joey is not "pig-killing" but "pig-raising." In his eyes, his pigs are more valuable than your two-legged beasts walking on the street. If you dare to kill the pig in front of him, he will be able to chop you in the next second ... Oh, yes, his knife is not for killing pigs.
Therefore, in this small clinic, such a very inconsistent picture will appear every morning.
It's really a violation ... Fortunately, almost no one came to this hospital, otherwise, after the patient walked into the doctor's office, he saw a big fat man sitting in the doctor's office, still naked. A man with a rusty pig-killing knife around his waist, it must have been a throat, and it scared me a little when he was ill.
But ... compared to these ...
At the moment in the hospital, there is an even more incredible scene!
Because on the ceiling of the doctor's office, a lot of blood began to ooze out, they lay down along the edge of the wall, and they spread in different directions and converged in the same direction as if they were hindered by halfway.
Finally, three bloody characters were formed.
"Come to me ..."