Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 63

This sudden sentence was obviously not in Oswald's script.

Originally, his plan was perfect.

Use a little lie to trick Batman into leaving, and choose someone who can definitely hold him back to ensure that he will not come back at the most critical time.

Then, break through Gotham's last line of defense, the only good guy in Gotham: Gordon.

Gotham that lost Batman just lost the ghost screaming in the night sky, and Gotham that lost Gordon lost the only remaining conscience.

Oswald felt that he could fill the role of Gotham's conscience.

Who said conscience must not be black?
Anyway, whether or not Gotham has a conscience, it's not always like this, living hard and dying confused.

If you change your conscience, maybe there will be a different change~
As for whether the people of Gotham agree with such a replacement, Oswald feels that this is not enough to be a problem, and it is not even qualified to be put on the table as a problem for discussion.

Look at those people protected by Gordon, didn't they come with me.

Or did they take the initiative to open the door of the Gotham Police Department?

Everything went smoothly, everything went perfectly.

Oswald seems to have seen himself controlling Gordon and the Gotham Police Department, seeing himself successfully elected as the mayor of Gotham with Gordon's "support", becoming a respected and recognized people.

No one will care about his height, because he can step on the high platform laid by the citizens.

No one will pay attention to his strange voice, because every word he says will be regarded as legal enforcement.

No one will care about his limp because he will always shine, always be at the conference table.

What a wonderful, wonderful and worthwhile day it was...

However, this day seems to be ruined by a psychopath looking for a cat.

……

Oswald was depressed and silent.His eyelids danced irregularly, and the corners of his mouth were raised irregularly, revealing sharp, somewhat blackened teeth.

Beside him, that green skin was still rambling on with some irrelevant nonsense.

Cats, rent, flowers, grass, no no no no no~
"enough!!"

Oswald slapped his thigh and howled.

"Boss..."

Qing Pi bent down so that his eyes were at the same level as his, and said in a low voice, "Did you hurt your thigh from patting it?"

I love you so much that Mafak hurts!
Oswald's face contorted, his muscles trembled.

If he didn't remember what he was here for, he couldn't help but took out a knife and stabbed the kid to death.

"Don't just watch, can you send someone out to find my cat?"

The boss who saw the details didn't speak, Qingpi straightened up again, and talked about his cat again.

His cat is so good and so good, it can talk and add firewood, and it can also be used as an alarm clock to wake people up...

Such a good cat, you should be anxious if you can't find it.

"sorry."

Director Gordon, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, not to Oswald, but to that psychopath Qingpi.

"You can see what the police station is like now. We really don't have the energy to find that cat for you.

Not as good as this. "

Gordon stomped on the wooden floor and walked to the back. Not long after, he came out with a black kitten in his arms.

"Use this one instead. Although this cat is not as powerful as your cat, and it's greedy, lazy and..."

"Meow!"

"...Anyway, maybe you can take the cat and leave. Maybe it will wake you up too."

Qing Pi turned to look at Oswald, showing an extremely tangled expression.

"Boss, I really don't want to betray you, but that kitten is really cute."

After finishing speaking, Qing Pi happily put down the gun in his hand, and walked forward with happy steps.

However, behind him, Oswald got up from the chair with a gloomy face, flicked his sleeves, and a short letter knife slipped into his hand.

"Die, die, die... die! Ha... ha..."

One knife after another was stabbed in Qingpi's ribs. Oswald's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs protruded, and the veins around his eyes popped out. He gritted his teeth and thrust out knife after knife...

His fingers were covered with blood, and the sticky touch made him unable to hold on to the narrow and slender letter cutter.Qingpi fell to the ground, moaning in pain.The letter knife also stabbed him in the body, and he fell to the ground with him.

"Haha...ha...ahhahahaha...cough cough!"

Oswald laughed hoarsely.

He took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of the tuxedo, vigorously wiped the blood on his hands, and threw it on the floor where there was still a trace of life on Qing Pi, who was still screaming in a low voice.

Straightening the bow tie with bloody but still pale fingers, Oswald sat back on the interrogation chair, proudly looking up at Gordon with a cold face.

"Dear Commissioner Gordon, you see, there was no need for this to happen.

I am a reasonable person, and I can guarantee that in the whole Gotham now, I am the only one who is willing to reason with you. "

Qingpi on the floor was still screaming loudly and softly. Gordon looked down at him and shook his head slightly: "No. You are wrong. There are still other people who are willing to reason with me. However, sometimes , they are more likely to immerse themselves in their own world."

Oswald also glanced at Qingpi who was still screaming on the floor, and sneered: "Oh, who are you talking about? Oh, I see. Is it the guy who likes to pretend to be a small animal.

I'm sorry, dear Commissioner Gordon, I'm afraid the batlight you turned on won't be able to help you. "

Raising his hand, he gently scratched the remaining bloody scabs between his fingers with his nails. Oswald said nonchalantly, "The helper you are looking forward to is having a headache because of a black cat."

"yes……"

Gordon squinted his eyes, and glanced at Qingpi who was still lying on the ground, and his screams were getting lower and lower: "Obviously he lost that black cat..."

Oswald frowned, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have missed something, or that Gordon was still relying on something to hide something, something he didn't know.

This bad feeling is uncomfortable, but it has saved Oswald's life many times in the past.

Gordon... seems to have something to say.

What is he saying?Isn't what he said the same as what I said?

Following Gordon's line of sight, Oswald looked at Qingpi lying on the ground, who had finally lost his voice.

Wait a moment……

And sound!

Like the rustling of the wind, like the clicking of paper-cutting, like the engine of a car in the distance, like the distant past, the snoring of my father when he fell asleep...

Like a special fart!
He's just snoring!
"Meow--!"

Gordon suddenly threw out the little black cat that he had been holding in his arms. The cat let out a loud cry in the air, and landed directly next to Qing Pi, whose corpse was lying in a pool of blood. Slap your mouth down!

"Meow! Hahahaha! Wake up! Hahahaha!"

"I said so."

Gordon spread his hands and looked at the dazed Oswald: "It will also wake people up."

In the next second, Qing Pi, who had been "dead" for a long time, sat up from the pool of blood, pulled out the letter cutter on his waist and abdomen, and covered his face with his hands.

"It hurts."

　It is useless to keep the tickets, you give me the tickets, and there will be the same number of tickets tomorrow, so that if you have tickets, I will also have tickets, and we will achieve a win-win situation.

Also, keep pushing the book.

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