Because of the special nature of the Arkham Asylum, the director needs to stay in the asylum all year round and only occasionally has vacation time.
Therefore, the director's room has a complete living room and related supporting facilities, and it is quite luxurious.
Today's riots during the day resulted in the death of a large number of prisoners, which made Quincy Sharp feel a little angry, so he went to bed early.
At the same time, it is also to maintain mood, to be able to respond to the accountability of the shareholders tomorrow.
Who would have known that someone would knock on his door in the middle of the night?
But Sharp wasn't too angry. As the director of a lunatic asylum, he had long been accustomed to it.
Moreover, with the courage of his subordinates, if there is no urgent matter, they would never dare to come to him at this time.
So Quincy sharp got up from the bed, cleared his throat with a sip of water, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute."
Then he started getting dressed.
Five minutes later, when everything was ready, he came out of the bedroom and sat down at the desk, putting on the gold wire glasses that had been wiped clean.
He said to the door, " come in."
Outside the door, listening to his calm voice, a strange smile appeared on graves' face.
Then he pushed open the door and walked into the luxurious director's room, and said nervously, "director! A prisoner has escaped!"
In the panic, he didn't forget to close the door.
sitting on the table, Sharp, who was pretending to write something, suddenly raised his head: "What did you say!"
But when he saw graves dressed in strange clothes in front of him, he suddenly frowned and said, "What's the matter with you, what are you wearing, where is your uniform?"
graves ignored him, and continued to repeat: "director, it's not good, the prisoner has run away!"
Only then did the Quincy sharp react. He abruptly stood up and slapped the table, shouting, "What did you say? Which prisoner ran away?"
Looking at Sharp who looked angry, he spread his hands and said, "It's me."
"You..." The director was at a loss for words, and then looked him up and down, making sure that there seemed to be no such person in his subordinates, but he felt a little familiar, so he asked tentatively, "Who are you?"
graves pointed to the huge shotgun on the wall behind him, and said with a smile, "The gun on your head belongs to me."
Sharp stepped back in a hurry, and the chair under the seat made a loud noise.
Staring at the man in front of him in disbelief, he said uncertainly, "Graves?"
"Right answer but no reward." graves touched his chest and bowed.
Quincy sharp who accepted this fact, rolled his eyes, sat down slowly, and calmly pressed the button under the table.
At the same time, he pretended to be calm and said, "I remember you, didn't you die?"
"Yes, I'm dead." graves looked around at the furnishings of the room, and suddenly said, "So I turned into a ghost and came to find you!"
Sharp shuddered, his whitish knuckles tightly grasped the armrest of the seat, and he forced a smile and said, "You're joking, right?"
Immediately afterward, to ease his tension, he put his hands on the table and spoke, "Let's make a deal, I can let you take your gun."
"But you must leave, now! Immediately!"
graves rubbed his chin and looked at him: "Well, this is what I expected from a high-ranking director."
"But, I refuse!"
After saying that, he walked too sharp, put one hand on his shoulder, and pointed at the closed door with the other, pretending to be afraid and said, "I don't dare to go out, there are all guards with guns outside, What if I died?"
Sharp couldn't help but retort, " Aren't you dead?"
"Yes, I forgot." graves said with a smile.
But soon, he thought of something, raised his hand, and slapped sharp: "Don't talk back to me."
sharp, who covered his cheeks, looked at graves hatefully but didn't say anything, but he thought, How could he know that I called the guards!
"How would I know that you called guards, right?" Lu Wu explained, "People like you are most afraid of death."
"It's normal for some strange buttons to be hidden under the desk."
Then he bent down to look, got up, and slapped sharp again.
Sharp resisted his anger, and said, "What do you want!"
"Of course, I want to kill you." graves let go of his shoulders, walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of what looked like a very expensive wine, and took a big gulp.
As soon as wine entered his mouth, he immediately spits them all on the expensive Persian carpet.
"What kind of wine is this? it's taste bad to drink, blah blah blah."
sharp, whose cheeks were twitching because of the heartache, sneered: "What a country bumpkin, this is the best wine, you can never drink it in your life!"
"never drink?" graves poured the remaining half of the bottle of wine on the carpet, and then smashed the empty bottle directly on the head of sharp.
"Then I won't drink it!"
The wine bottle shattered on sharp's head, and bright red blood kept flowing from his forehead.
The reluctant sharp closed his eyes as if resigned, leaned back, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, kill me quickly, or you will be the one who will die."
graves ignored him and continued to rummage through the wine cabinet. After a while, he took out a dark cigar and stuffed it into his mouth.
"This thing is good."
"Oh, director, can I have your lighter."
Seeing that the dean didn't respond, he walked to the desk by himself, cut off both ends of the cigar with cigar tongs, picked up a lighter with an exquisite embossing, charred it pretentiously, and finally lit the cigar. took two sips, grinned, and said, "It's a good Cuban cigar."
sharp, who was lying on the chair was still reluctant to open his eyes, and cried out in an unsteady way, "This is Dominica!"
"Never mind, a cigar-smoking gun is good enough." graves said something that sharp couldn't understand, graves took out his shotgun from the glass cover on the wall and held it in his arms.
"Oh, my darling, you are finally back."
Then he kissed the huge shotgun and said excitedly, "destiny is now in my hands!"
Smoke with a special fragrance came out of the lit cigar, covering most of his face, making him look like a demon returning from hell.
"director, don't play dead, let me show you a good show!"
Hearing the deep voice, Sharp opened his eyes subconsciously, only to see a big man in a black trench coat, holding the giant shotgun named 'destiny', striding to the door of the room.
Is he crazy? This is simply courting death!
Following the dean's surprised gaze, Lu Wu slammed open the door, facing the dozens of guards with guns and ammunition outside, holding a cigar and laughing:
"I hope you've made up your mind to die unexpectedly."