"Hello ......"

It was a phone call from Arkham Asylum to the Gotham City Police Department.

On the other end of the phone are the wardens of the asylum: Quincy. Sharp, and the chief of the Gotham Police Department: Jim. Gordon.

"Director Gordon, I'm sorry to call you so late, but...... You told me to keep an eye on the new kid. The warden's voice sounded in the microphone: "It's the prisoner who blew up the bank, his name is Ziliang......"

"What's going on?" Gordon immediately asked.

He did have Warden Quincy staring at that guy because he gave himself the feeling that he hadn't been there in years...... It was a sense of crisis for no apparent reason. Although the guy was caught in the end, the sense of crisis has not subsided for so many days, and sometimes Gordon even feels that the man was caught only because he wanted to do that.

"Not really." Quincy. Sharp said, "But this guy is a little weird. He has been dishonest since the day he was imprisoned, fighting everywhere, and sending him to Professor Yang many times, but there is still no effect. ”

Gordon frowned, of course he knew about Professor Yang's person, in fact, without his acquiescence, there would be no such inhumane 'infirmary' in Arkham Asylum.

"Professor Yang can't do anything about him? This does not bode well. Gordon hesitated and said, "I have a hunch that he may be the most troublesome prisoner in all these years, and you have to take care of him." ”

"Of course, it's my duty, and he's already in confinement, and I think he'll make a big difference in his stupidity when he comes out." The warden said with a smile, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something: "Oh, by the way, there is another strange thing...... This guy seems to be interested in the pre-expansion Arkham Asylum, and he says he wants the original construction drawings on my computer. ”

After hearing this, the muscles in Director Gordon's whole body seemed to tense suddenly: "What does he want that for?" ”

He didn't say anything...... But don't care, he won't get that thing in his life anyway. ”

Gordon nodded, "Well, if he still has any strange behavior, remember to tell me." ”

"Of course." The warden said.

......

After a pleasantry of pleasantries, both sides hung up.

Director Gordon rubbed his dry eyes and got up to the window.

It's been two days and two nights, and he hasn't left his office for a single step, and the murders, the explosions, the gangster fights, the mountains of cases, these things are like the cry of a baby in this city, and there is never a day of absence. For so many years, and such sleepless days almost always accompanied him, even Gordon himself was a little surprised that he had not collapsed in such a high-intensity work.

The police car outside the window was dispatched again, it should have been a burglary that had just been reported...... The new police officers should be able to solve it.

Gordon thought, reached out and took out a small medicine bottle from his coat pocket, poured out two tablets, and swallowed it directly, without even using water.

It is a painkiller.

Since one day eight years ago, Gordon has been suffering from a very strange disease, his body has started to ache, sometimes in the skin, sometimes in the muscles or bones, there is no trigger, it just comes and goes.

But fortunately, the doctor prescribed him a medicine, to be honest, he didn't know what it was, of course, he didn't care, anyway, this medicine worked very well for him, so he kept taking it, and it was like this for many years, and now it has become a habit.

After taking the medicine, Director Gordon seemed to be a little more energetic, and he sometimes even felt that there was a stimulant in this medicine, so whatever it was, as long as it allowed him to continue working. Because the city is already a lot better than Gotham eight years ago.

At least there are no more weirdos...... There's no Batman either.

......

......

The night passed quickly, and the morning in Gotham City was always filled with an endless fog, desperately trying to hide the smell of overnight garbage or blood in the alleys.

As usual, downtown No. 22 Street is still deserted.

However, with the appearance of a chubby figure, this coldness was broken......

It was a tall, fat man with a thick beard and a shiny head, and even in such a cold season, he was bare-chested, with a dirty leather apron hanging from his chest.

Joey walked into an alley on the side of the street with a big belly, and several wild cats lazily raised their heads to glance at him, but strangely did not get up to dodge, but changed their positions, and continued to sleep.

Joey opened the door to the hospital and staggered inside.

These days, he would come here every morning, and then sit in the doctor's office for a while, because Ziliang had specifically instructed him to do so before leaving, and threatened him that if he forgot, he would kill his pigs and eat meat when he came out.

This is like a threat to Joey's life, which is also something that can't be helped, because his brain is a little bit bad, or his brain can't fit anything except raising pigs, so if he doesn't threaten him with pigs, then he will forget about it the next day.

What the? You ask why a pig killer cares so much about the life or death of a pig?

Pay attention to your words, Joey is not a "pig killer", but a "pig farmer", in his eyes, his pigs are much more precious than you two-legged beasts walking on the street, if you dare to kill pigs in front of him, he can chop you up in the next second...... Oh yes, his knife wasn't used to kill pigs, it was used to chop feed.

Therefore, in this small clinic, there is such a very unharmonious scene every morning.

It's really inconsistent...... Fortunately, almost no one came to this hospital, otherwise, after the patient walked into the doctor's office, he saw a big fat man covered with oil sitting in the doctor's office, still shirtless, and a pig-killing knife full of rust pinned to his waist.

But...... Compared to these......

At this moment, there is an even more unbelievable scene in the hospital!

Because a large amount of blood began to ooze from the ceiling of the doctor's office, they lay down along the edge of the wall, and spread in different directions and converged as if they were hindered by something.

In the end, three blood-soaked characters were formed.

"Come to me......"