Someone carved some kind of magic in the madhouse.

Retracting the lightning, he lightly placed his left palm on the wall, and as the force gradually increased, the magic array on the entire wall flickered and brightened.

Click......

The crack spreads out in the palm of the hand. The light multiplied, and the magic array was like a tight string, on the verge of limiting.

With more force, the string broke, and the magic array and the wall shattered into irregular pieces under Arthur's powerful brute force and collapsed to the ground.

"Breath ......" retracted the action, the fragments of the magic array turned into points of light and dissipated, Arthur stepped into the house behind the wall, a faint musty smell inhaled into his nose, the house should have been uninhabited for a long time, and the iron frame bed frame was full of traces left by the years.

Near another wall, there are eerie patterns painted with black paint. Xu was closer, and his right hand arced up to the wall.

Arthur Meditation, Arkham Asylum, is the number one psychiatric hospital in Gotham City and a world-class psychiatric hospital, ranking among the best in terms of price and treatment.

No abandonment, no transfer address.

But what to explain the dust on the walls, the rust on the iron-framed beds, the old wooden doors and the painted counters?

Don't......

"Interesting...... Arthur thought of a possibility, and his spirits lifted.

Instead of entering the Ackham Asylum, he entered an alien dimension, a kind of alien dimension made of magic.

If that's the case, then this matter has to be played.

Turning around and walking to the door, he twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open, and a cold snap rushed into the house.

Arthur didn't feel much of a change in temperature, just a cool breeze blowing in the hallway.

Standing in the dark hallway, there was a bang behind him, and the door closed automatically.

Whew!

A dark shadow flashed across the hallway, drawing Arthur's attention, but Arthur couldn't get away from it and turned his head to look at the other side.

It was supposed to be a hall, he remembered, but now it was an endless corridor.

Walking past, every few meters on the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are portraits, the content is dark, bloody, and extremely crazy.

Every corner of the house, every corner, is exuding extremely negative information from the inside out.

If a person who is not strong-willed accidentally breaks into this place, the psychological defense line will soon collapse.

Finally, Arthur stopped, turned his head to look at an ordinary door, and reached over.

Turn the handle and gently push it away.

It was extremely dark inside, and a man in a white hospital gown looked up in the depths. The dazzling golden light made him subconsciously protect his cheeks.

Arthur was a little surprised to see someone in the house, and he walked into the house: "How long have you been here?" ”

The man gradually adjusted to the light, lowered his arms, his face was pale, and his skin muscles were clinging to his bones: "Long, long ......"

"For a long time." Arthur didn't think much of it, there was no timer here, it felt like a long time, and it was normal.

"How much do you know about this place?"

The man shook his head.

Predictable. Reasonable.

Turning around without any hesitation, he left the house straight, the man trembled and stretched out his hand, opened his mouth, tried to keep him, and finally gave up.

Bang!

Automatically closing, Arthur took a few steps forward, turned back, and opened the door again, and sure enough, it was.

The man inside is gone.

Twice opened, the view is finished differently.

He re-entered the room and stood in front of a wall: "The rules of the game limit the weak, and I can break the walls, I can break the rules." It's time for this cycle of magic to end. ”

The corridor outside is not infinite, but moves with him.

Similarly, Arthur moves, and the buildings in the back are split and moved to the front. No matter how he walked or accelerated, the corridor was only a short distance from beginning to end.

The house is better understood, the door is the key that connects all the rooms, it is okay to enter, and it will automatically close when you go out, changing the house.

How did Arthur find out?

When the first portrait is repeated, Arthur only thinks that the owner of the building has a problem with his taste, and when it is repeated many times, the problem naturally arises.

Bang!

The walls shattered, and looking at the hall in front of him, Arthur teased to himself: "Oops, it's finally out." ”

Stepping out of the house, he stood in the familiar hall, and not far on the right hand side was the wooden door, and as long as he opened it, he could leave the place.

But Arthur hadn't found the owner yet, so he decided to step up the stairs and go up to the second floor to have a look.

"Huh?" With a frown, he found that this matter was not simple, there was no second floor here.

What was supposed to be the entrance to the second floor was an open glass window. Strange architectural design.

Continuing to step forward, the line of sight is far away, and the environment outside the house is unobstructed, which is indeed a passage to the outside of the house.

Just as Arthur was scratching his head, there was movement from upstairs, very faint, but Arthur caught it.

He cleaned up his mood and climbed to the third floor, where the first thing that caught his eye was several rows of half-open cross coffins.

Arthur was silent, avoiding the coffin, and walked through the gap where it was placed, when he suddenly heard a squeak above his head, raised his right hand, and the light shone through.

Bats hung upside down on the ceiling, overlapping each other, and the light startled them.

Countless pairs of red eyes opened almost simultaneously, and they flapped their wings and squeaked and danced around the room.

The lightning converges in the right hand to form a golden sphere. The arc uses the body of a bat as a conductor and weaves a large net in the air.

With a bang, the lightning ball exploded, and the bats flying around the house froze, lost power, and fell powerlessly to the ground, occupying every corner of the floor.

"It's a shame you've found it." An empty voice echoed through the house: "Get up! My slaves. ”

The words were like a spell, and the bats, which had lost signs of life, came back to life, and they came together and flew on tracks, enveloping Arthur and the whole room.

"Kill him." The tone is frightening.

The golden light flourished in the bat colony, and a huge lightning ball was generated in an instant, bursting, and the lightning penetrated the bats, evaporating all living things at tens of thousands of degrees of heat.

The light dissipated, and there was silence, and the surrounding coffins became charred, and countless bats disappeared.

"Get up!" The magic array appeared beneath his feet, and the bats were reborn and converged again.

"Hush." Unpleasantly smashed his mouth, the magic was really difficult, looked up at the sky, rushed straight up, knocked down the ceiling, and landed on the fourth floor.

Below, bats chirp, lose their target, and spin around like headless flies.

"Kill me? It's better to do it yourself. Looking at the man not far away, Arthur's tone was calm. If he really thinks so, he can do it.

"From the moment you step into this place, your fate is sealed." The man was dressed in a gorgeous costume, his face was serious, and his tone was deep.

"Fate?" Arthur said, "What's that?" ”

He never believed in fate.

If fate is true, then what else do you need to work on? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to lie flat and wait for fate to send food?

"I am the king's servant, I am Alexander......"

Before he could finish speaking, Arthur interrupted bluntly: "The king's servant? Who is the king? Batman? ”

Controlling a swarm of bats, Arthur can only think of vampires.

Look at his fair skin, no doubt about it.