Arkham Asylum:

A shrill singing came from the clown's separate cell, which surprised all the patrolling officers.

"Why is the Joker so happy today?"

"Hell knows, but it's not good for him to be happy"

"Just in case, go check it out"

The Joker is one of the sick criminals that Arkham focuses on, and his strange happiness is a bad omen of some kind at all times.

It may be pessimistic to say this, but the clown has been singing all day, even humming while eating.

Two patrol guards walked towards the location of the clown's cell. The clown's out-of-tune singing is becoming clearer and clearer. As they stood in front of the cell door, the voices inside stopped abruptly. The two guards exchanged glances with each other, then cautiously opened the observation window on the cell door to look inside.

Looking through the small window, the clown was lying motionless on his own cot in prison clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Another patrolman asked.

“... No, everything is working fine, he seems to be about to sleep"

"That's not good news"

"Go and talk to the guys in charge tonight to be vigilant tonight"

Arkham has become a VIP cell for Gotham criminals, and you can't keep them in a regular prison, or you can't keep one prisoner with someone else, or a fresh corpse will be born the next day.

But these mentally challenged guys don't seem to have affected their intelligence, and their intelligence has a tendency to improve. Prison escapes are commonplace, and they guard all the items they mail to the guys in prison, but they always get dangerous explosives.

Arkham's walls have been rebuilt many times, from ordinary brick walls in the early days, to special walls later; From the early days of a single above-ground cell, it has now become a three-dimensional cell above and below ground.

It's a small city of its own, but the sheer size, the cash, and the almost harsh system don't stop these guys from escaping.

Here, you'll find all sorts of conventional, unconventional methods of jailbreaking. Especially the penguins, the two-faced people, the forces behind them will reduce their time here as much as possible, and no amount of perfect monitoring methods can stop the erosion from corruption.

The clown lay in his cell, seemingly unaware of what had just happened, still lying quietly with his eyes closed and his signature smile.....

In the second half of the night, the shift time came to pick up, but the person who came was not the person originally planned:

"Why didn't Jack come?"

The person who was about to leave work asked strangely when he saw the person who came to take over the shift.

"Jack, he has something to do, so I'm temporarily looking for a substitute tonight"

"Why haven't I seen you? You are... Tom? ”

"Haha, I'm new"

The person who came handed his work card through the window, and after a closer inspection, the person inside opened the door of the monitoring room.

After seeing the substitute come in, the person who was originally on duty took off his uniform, put on a civilian jacket and said:

"Be careful, today's clown doesn't know why he's in a particularly good mood"

Every time any of these guys were in a particularly good mood, it was bad news for the rest of them, and thankfully, the clown didn't do much during the day.

"Maybe he's just happy? He's a madman after all."

The original person in charge of monitoring looked at the newcomer and said in a slightly mocking tone:

"This is Arkham, if you have to be so naïve, you will be done sooner or later"

"Naive......"

After watching the original police officer leave from the window, Tom sat lazily in his chair and turned around twice, and then answered a phone call:

"I'm already in........... You'd better hurry up......."

This is Gotham, a city that has rotted to the roots, where you can bribe anyone, from politicians to low-level police officers, and if you can't bribe anyone, it's just because you don't give enough money.

At half past three in the morning, two patrol officers entered the clown's cell, and five minutes later the two officers left the cell. Half an hour later, the fire alarm bell rang frantically in Arkham Asylum..........

Gotham's early morning was no different from usual, and people hurried down the road to start their day. Gotham by day and Gotham by night seem to be two different cities.

Gotham by day sweeps away the decadent appearance of night, and the bustling streets and hurried pedestrians weave between the towering buildings, highlighting the vitality of the city.

Sunlight gradually rose, penetrating through the glass into the otherwise dimly lit room, shining on the man who was still sleeping in bed.

The man moved, instinctively shrunk to a place where the sun couldn't shine and continue his good dreams. But Sunshine continued to play mischievously on his face like a mischievous child.

Eventually, the man compromised. I slowly opened my eyes for a while to get used to the harsh sunlight, and then stayed for a while before I remembered that I forgot to draw the curtains last night.

My right hand groped under the pillow, and finally touched the remote control of the TV, pressed the TV, listened to the sound of the morning news coming from the TV, tried to move, and finally got up.

To be honest, it's been a long time since he's been up so early, and the reason he's usually awake at this time is that he hasn't slept yet.

Slowly moved into the bathroom, and after cleaning himself up briefly. Went into the kitchen and checked the fridge and was thankful for some bread and bacon, eggs and some lettuce.

While throwing the bacon and eggs into the frying pan and frying, I made myself a cup of instant coffee, and today's breakfast was set.

When I returned to the house with my breakfast, the news media on the TV seemed to be broadcasting some urgent news, but my brain didn't seem to receive any signals at all.

He was still not used to getting up so early, and glanced at the alarm clock at the bedside, it was only half past six in the morning. Sitting on the couch in front of the TV, watching the flashing lights of the police car on the TV, thinking about what happened again. It's nothing, here's Gotham.

But when his eyes finally received the background picture behind the double block of the host and the police car, the brain that was still in the dream finally woke up.

I took a sip of coffee and picked up the remote control to amplify the sound of the TV. What sounded like an alien code just now has finally caught up with English.

[Now it is an emergency broadcast, in the early hours of this morning, a fire broke out in the Arkham Lunatic Asylum, and with the full efforts of the firefighters, the fire has been extinguished, but several police officers and prisoners are missing, and the full list of missing persons has not been counted so far, and the known missing people are Harley Quinn, Joker, Crocodile Man, .....]

The man sat on the couch, looked at the list that scrolled through the show, took a bite of the bread with lettuce, fried egg and bacon, and swallowed it after a few slow chews in his mouth. At the same time, almost from the throat squeezed out of the mouth of a person's name:

“.... Joker...."