Professor Yeung...... In your own infirmary? Stayed for three days and three nights?

Is he all the same! Continuously! Did you go through those things?

At this very moment, still suffering?

Could he ...... Are you still alive?

"Don't worry, of course he's alive." The son is like seeing through Quincy again. Sharp's heart, and kindly answered his question: "I'm not his kind of third-rate character, believe me, if no one puts him down, then he will definitely not die in electrocution...... Rather, he died of starvation. ”

Ziliang's simple words instantly made Quincy. Warden Sharp's whole body was like being trapped in an ice cellar, of course he knew what it meant, but he didn't dare to imagine what Professor Yang had become at this moment, in fact, if it wasn't for Warden Quincy's forbearance, he would have almost vomited by now.

See, what people think is a strong psychological defense line can be easily broken.

"Good...... Give me...... Give me some time. "Warden Quincy is a smart man, and he already understands his situation, so naturally he has given up struggling. He immediately turned on his computer and began rummaging through the original structure of the expanded Arkham Asylum.

He was even scared now what to do if he couldn't find it.

......

Just like Ziliang thought, Professor Yang's story gave our Warden Quincy a lot of support, and his work efficiency improved a lot, and it didn't take long.

"Sub...... Mr. Ziliang, I found it. Quincy Sharp said, he's even called him now.

Zihao seemed to be very satisfied with Quincy Sharp's speed, and he smiled: "Look, isn't it quite simple, when you are motivated, people will always do something that they don't think they can do. ”

Warden Quincy didn't speak, and now he could only try his best to cooperate with this guy named Ziliang...... Of course, he kept cursing in his heart, when the Gotham police station would be able to get over.

"As for the Gotham Police Station...... Ziliang said softly again: "You don't have to be so anxious, half an hour ago, I already helped you issue a crisis alarm, but the Arkham Asylum was attacked, this is not a trivial matter, I guess Director Gordon will not be stupid and rush over immediately, police force preparation, weapons approval, and personnel deployment, these things will take time, rough estimate...... By the time the police arrived, it would take half an hour at the earliest. ”

Quincy. Sharp was trembling all over, and he looked at the man in front of him in shock...... Can this guy see through people's minds?

"I certainly can't see through people's minds. However, most human minds are not hard to guess. Ziliang said, in Quincy. Sharp's words had now turned into a murmur from hell: "As for what you're wondering about now, why am I so unhurried when I know the police are coming...... Hehe...... Who said I wasn't in a hurry, I'm in a hurry to die now, I said, I'm just like you waiting for the police to arrive, because I'm waiting for Jim. Gordon. ”

"For ...... Why? ”

Ziliang took out the black notebook...... Flip it open at will.

At this moment, a "Structural Diagram of Arkham Asylum" has quietly appeared on the page.

Ziliang nodded with satisfaction: "As for why, I guess you'll find out soon...... Assuming you survive, of course, to that time. He smiled and said, "Because Mr. Cobott said he wanted to talk to you......"

After saying this, Ziliang stood up and opened the door of his office, and outside the door, Mr. Copote had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"Seriously, I still haven't figured out what the hell you're trying to do?" The penguin man tilted his head and looked at Ziliang who walked out of the office.

Ziliang seemed to be in a good mood, and he smiled: "It's very troublesome to say, in short, our transaction is going well, and now...... He is yours. He gestured to the already frightened Quincy in the office. Warden Sharp.

Cobot smiled too, "Okay, but you have to at least tell me, who are you?" ”

"Who?" Ziliang asked inexplicably: "Haha-it's not 'who?' Rather, ...... 'What?' ’。 ”

He said with a smile, and then waved his hand: "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions, but now I have my own things to do, so keep your questions for now, and we'll meet again anyway." ”

"When?" The penguin asked

"It was probably seven or eight years ago for the 'next'." Ziliang missed the penguin's body, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and said without looking back.

It was so awkward that Mr. Copote heard it clearly, but he didn't understand it, but he didn't ask anything more, just smiled at the back...... Then he turned around and walked into the warden's office.

"So, Quincy. Mr. Sharp, now ...... It's your time and mine. ”

He said, closing the door to his office......

......

......

In the hallway, Joey followed Ziliang in the chaotic madhouse.

"Uh...... Aren't you really walking around? Old Joey asked, looking around, and it seemed to him that all the corridors here looked similar.

Ziliang looked at the structure diagram in his notebook: "I remember telling you last time that you treat the route of the map as a fold on a pig's face, so it is likely to cure your road idiot." ”

Joey frowned, "Huh? Did you really say that? But how can a pig grow such folds? ”

"How would I know?" Ziliang muttered angrily.

In this way, the two men walked while chatting about the boring topic of thieves, and soon they came to a place that looked like an old gate.

"Is this it?" Joey asked.

Ziliang closed the notebook: "Yes, if you compare the Arkham Asylum 8 years ago with the current structure, it is easy to find the design that does not coincide. ”

"Oh......" Joey nodded, in fact, he didn't understand at all.

But he doesn't care, usually in this case, he just needs to do what Ziliang said.

So old Joey habitually lifted his belt, walked to the deserted door, and kicked the door open with a "bang...... The dust that had accumulated for an unknown number of years was shaken off.

"Ahem—"

Old Joey fanned the floating ash in front of him......

A staircase extending downward came into view.