All Worlds Madhouse

Professor Yang stayed in his infirmary for three whole days and three nights?

Could it be that he has always been like this! Continuous! Are you going through those things?

At this very moment, are you still experiencing it?

Is he still alive?

These chilling questions popped into the warden's mind.

"Don't worry, of course he is still alive." Ziliang seemed to see through Quincy Sharp's heart again, and answered his questions kindly: "I am not a third-rate character like him. Believe me, if no one goes If we put him down, he will definitely not die from electrocution but from hunger."

Ziliang's simple words instantly made Warden Quincy Sharp feel like he was stuck 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 Warden Quincy hadn't held it back, he would have almost vomited it out by now.

See, the psychological defenses that people think are strong can actually be easily defeated.

"Give me some time." Warden Quincy is a smart man. He already understood his situation and naturally gave up struggling. He immediately turned on the computer and began to look for the original structural diagram of Arkham Asylum before the expansion.

He is even afraid now, what if he can't find it.

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

"Mr. Zi Ziliang, we found it." Quincy Sharp said, even his title has changed now.

Zi Liang seemed to be very satisfied with Quincy Sharp's speed. He smiled and said, "Look, isn't this quite simple? After gaining motivation, people will always do some tasks that they think they are incompetent for."

Warden Quincy didn't say anything. He could only try his best to cooperate with this guy named Ziliang. Of course, he kept cursing in his heart, when will the guys from the Gotham Police Department come over? .

"As for the Gotham Police Department." Ziliang said softly again: "You don't have to be so anxious. I already sent out a crisis alert for you half an hour ago, but Arkham Asylum has been captured. This is no small matter. , I guess Commissioner Gordon will not be stupid and rush over immediately. The preparation of the police force, the approval of weapons, and the deployment of personnel all take time. It is roughly estimated that it will take half a month at the fastest before the police force arrives. hours of time.”

Quincy Sharp was trembling all over. He looked at the person in front of him in shock. Could this guy be able to read people's thoughts?

"Of course I can't see through people's thoughts. However, most human thoughts are not difficult to guess." Ziliang said, and to Quincy Sharp's ears, his words now sounded like they were coming from hell. Whispering: "As for what you are wondering now, why am I so unhurried even though I know the police are about to arrive? Haha, who said I am unhurried? I am anxious to death now. I said, I am just like you. We are all waiting for the police to arrive, or to be more precise, I am waiting for Jim Gordon."

"Why?"

Ziliang took out the black notebook and opened it casually.

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

Ziliang nodded with satisfaction: "As for why, I guess you will know it soon. Of course, the premise is that you can live until then." He smiled and said: "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Cobot He said, he wants to talk to you."

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

"To be honest, I still haven't figured out what exactly you want to do?" Penguin raised his head and looked at Ziliang as he walked out of the office.

Ziliang seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and said: "This is very troublesome to say. In short, our transaction went smoothly. Now he belongs to you." He gestured to Quincy Sharpton, who was already in shock in the office. Warden.

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

"Who?" Ziliang asked inexplicably: "Haha - not 'who?', but 'what?'."

He said with a smile, and then waved his hand: "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions, but now I have more important things to be busy with, so I'll keep your questions for now. We will meet again anyway. "

"When?" Penguin asked

"Probably the 'next' seven or eight years ago." Ziliang missed the Penguin's body, took out a cigarette and lit it, and said without looking back.

This sentence was extremely awkward. Mr. Cobot heard it very clearly, but he did not understand it. However, he knew that at this time, he no longer needed to ask any more questions. He just smiled at the back. Then he turned around and walked into the warden's office.

"Well, Mr. Quincy Sharp, now it's your time and mine."

He said and closed the office door

In the corridor, Joey followed Ziliang as he walked through the chaotic asylum.

"Uh, aren't you really walking blindly?" Old Joey asked while looking around. In his opinion, all the corridors here were similar in length.

Ziliang looked at the structural diagram on his notebook: "I remember telling you last time that you treat the map's route as the wrinkles on a pig. This will probably cure your road addiction."

Joey frowned: "Huh? Did you really say that? But how can any pig grow such folds?"

"How would I know?" Ziliang muttered angrily.

In this way, the two guys walked while chatting about boring topics. Soon, they came to a place that looked like an old gate.

"Is this here?" Joey asked.

Ziliang closed his notebook: "Yes, if you compare the structure of Arkham Asylum 8 years ago with the current structure, you can easily find the areas that do not overlap in design."

"Oh" Joey nodded, but actually he didn't understand at all.

But he didn't care. Usually in this situation, he just had to do what Ziliang said.

So Old Joey habitually picked up his belt, walked to the abandoned door, kicked the door open with a bang, and knocked away the dust that had accumulated for countless years.

"Ahem——"

Old Joey fanned the dust in front of him.

A staircase extending downward appeared in sight.