Good?

Hearing its self-introduction, the dean, who was wearing a white coat, smiled:

"Good people don't get locked up in Arkham, but if you are obedient in the days to come, I may be able to fulfill your simple request."

Since the keyboard person is willing to communicate, the dean can also give it a little benefit.

"Dean, I heard that there is a big beautiful woman locked up here. A criminal called Poison Ivy, isn't she? ”

"That's right, she's a dangerous person who can control plants, and we had to keep her in a special room."

"Then Dean, you make me her neighbor, and I cooperate with your work."

Although he didn't know what the keyboard wanted to do, the dean reminded it: "She doesn't like to be neighbors with others." ”

"But I'm a keyboard, and she probably likes to be friends with my keyboard."

The dean thought about it carefully, and he thought it sounded very reasonable.

Poison ivy has a weird personality and likes plants more than humans, but keyboard people are not human.

If he had locked the keyboard man next to Poison Ivy, he might have used this opportunity to learn how Poison Ivy reacted to the keyboard monster.

Maybe we'll find a cure for Poison Ivy!

Bang...

The heavy metal door slowly rose, and Zhang San, who was fixed to the steel plate, was sent by the machine to a living room without any greenery.

It has an interior space that is about the size of a normal house, and has almost everything except the absence of plants.

TV, sofa, fridge...

It's like an apartment, except that this one has a few separate rooms with numbers on them.

The cart-like machine stretched out two mechanical hands to clamp the steel plate and sent it to the wall of a room numbered 3.

Zhang San was hung on the wall like a refrigerator magnet, and the metal strap that held his limbs in place opened when the cart machine left.

Zhang San, who had regained his freedom, glanced at the environment in the room, which was simply decorated, with no windows, a bed and a table with chairs.

Plus a camera.

When he looked outside just now, he thought he was living in a villa, but he didn't expect the inside of the single room to look like this.

Pulling open the door lock, which he didn't even need a key, Zhang San left the bedroom and came to the living room.

At this time, there was already a person sitting on the sofa in the living room, and the other party was a beautiful woman with red hair.

It's a pity that this red-haired beauty is wearing a yellow prison uniform.

"I thought they sent Hallie back again."

She looked at Zhang San with a little doubt in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why the new neighbor was the secondary keyboard.

The translucent black keyboard doesn't see its face, it has no mouth or eyes, and I don't know how its hands and feet grow.

What can a hand like black dough do?

And how does its stick-like feet support its body?

"Hey, beauty, do you want to know my secret identity?"

“……”

Listening to the weird sound made by the keyboard, she put down the TV remote control in her hand and walked to Zhang San to look at it:

"You can still talk?"

"The one who can't speak is called the keyboard, and I'm 104!"

With his hands on his hips, he seems to be very good at the keyboard, which has successfully amused the girl.

Curious, she reached out and touched the keys on the keyboard, and found that the feel was exactly the same as that of a normal keyboard.

"What would happen to you if I pressed it?"

Belch...

Looking at her hand on his neck, Zhang San hesitated and replied, "I'm not an ordinary keyboard, it's useless for you to press it." ”

Although she heard it say so, the red-haired beauty pressed it down.

Seeing that the keyboard in front of her really didn't respond, she tried other keys.

"Wait, this button won't work!"

Zhang San stretched out his hand to stop the little hand that was about to press on G, this position was not something she could touch.

"Why? Could it be that you have your secret here? ”

"Press it and I'll turn into a monster more terrifying than the devil!"

"Okay."

Her curious eyes looked at the black-lined hand of the keyboard again.

It is soft and soft when pinched, and there is no bone.

Even the palms of the black dumplings are like this.

"What the hell are you..."

She'd never seen a 'person' like this, if the keyboard was a human being.

"My name is Ivy, what about you?"

After a certain understanding, Ivy thinks that she can be a neighbor with this keyboard.

She doesn't have the aversion to a keyboard living next door, even if it sounds weird.

"104, those three numbers are my name."

Looking at the time on the wall, Zhang San, who felt that he was almost finished, conjured a jar with mud out of thin air like a trick.

？

Ivy quickly looked behind it and saw that there was nothing behind the keyboard.

"How did you do that?!"

Even if the criminals caught in Arkham can occasionally hide something and bring it in, there are some preconditions.

Behind this keyboard is the screwed board, how did it bring the jar in?

"Because I'm a bat... Because I'm 104! ”

almost said the wrong line, but fortunately, Zhang San changed it to his own in time.

Arkham's alarm went off, and the camera placed in the living room saw it conjure up jars out of thin air.

"A jar of mud, what are you going to do?"

Ivy knew how difficult this particular room was, and it was unlikely that the keyboard would escape from prison with a jar of mud.

Just as it unscrewed the lid of the jar, Ivy was pleasantly surprised to find that there seemed to be something hidden in the mud about her favorite thing!

"I'm going to deal with someone, you help me drag that vigilante."

Then, Zhang San took out a pack of explosives from his personal space and pasted it on the wall.

Rumble!!!!

Looking at the blasted wall in front of him and the exposed layer of steel inside, Zhang San looked at Ivy, who was surrounded by plants.

She stretched out her hand, and the growing vines around her smashed a hole in the steel plate with two blows.

"Thank you."

Zhang San took the steel pipe in his hand and drilled through the hole that the vines had smashed open.

Looking around, he saw the prison guards running towards him, and the steel pipes in his hands emitted electric light.

In less than half a minute, more than a dozen prison guards were electrocuted and lying on the ground by his corona.

Under the watchful eye of several cameras, he walked down another hallway.

But soon he came out of the hallway, because the road was wrong.

By this time, Ivy had reached the hall of the cell where the prisoners were being held with the help of vines.

As she was about to open the cells to make Arkham even more chaotic, a voice called out to her.

"Don't do it if you want to escape from this prison."

"Why?"

Ivy looked at the keyboard with a gun in confusion, didn't it just want to mess up here?

"Dead guards, Batman will go berserk. Also, do you know where the Joker is kept? ”