American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In the gym across from the Arkham Police Station.

Miaomu and Otis, who had finally rushed back from the beach, sat on a bench at the door. Next to them was a TV that was playing a rerun of a basketball game.

Naegi was shirtless, wearing only a bulletproof vest, with thick bandages on his arms. He was holding a bottle of beer, with one foot on a chair and one on the ground, watching a basketball game on TV.

Otis sat next to them and yawned. Bastian lay down and ate a piece of cake. Naegi reached out and picked up a piece of cream cake from the table and threw it into his mouth.

Well, cream cake and beer have a unique flavor. I've been busy for so long and can't sleep, so I might as well kill time.

The buzzing sound of an engine came from the road not far away. Although the sound was not very loud, the surging power could still be heard, gradually fading away.

"Who the hell can't sleep and comes out to race cars? Are you bored?" Miaomu snorted in dissatisfaction while chewing the cream cake.

"Boss, I won't accompany you anymore. I have to go back to bed."

Otis couldn't help it anymore, so he stood up, waved his hand, and walked into the gym where there were several hammocks hanging.

To be on the safe side and to gather more people, they simply ate and slept here. Otis picked up a pillow, threw it on the hammock, and lay down on it without even taking off his shoes.

During this period, he was very tired. Under Nygma's command, he searched almost the entire city of Gotham.

Miao Mu didn't disturb him. He turned off the sound of the TV, leaned back on the bench, and watched the game on it to pass the time.

As the engine sound faded away, Batman jumped out of the Batmobile, activated the Batmobile's hidden mode, and parked it in the bushes. Black became the best camouflage color.

There was still some time before dawn, and Batman looked up at Arkham Asylum, although there were many people living in the Arkham area.

But there was not a single house around Arkham Asylum where anyone was willing to get close to these lunatics, let alone live nearby.

Moreover, the location of the asylum is at the highest point in Arkham District. Coupled with the pointed-roof building and the dilapidated exterior walls, the large trees have lost all their leaves and their branches are stretched out in a ferocious manner.

It makes this place look like the villain's castle in fairy tales, full of evil atmosphere.

Batman stood at the door, looking at the locked iron gate, and with one leap, he climbed over the fence like a standard gymnast.

He landed on his back, rolled over to relieve the force, and sneaked in silently, making him as terrifying as a black ghost.

Even the world's top stealth masters would have to give Batman a perfect score after seeing this scene.

However, in the era of high technology, there is only one bad thing, that is surveillance...

Batman's infiltration was clearly seen on the screen. The surveillance probe with thermal sensing mode was slowly turning on the wall, staring closely at Batman in the dark.

There are no surveillance cameras in 90% of the places in Gotham, and even if there are, they have been smashed by someone. The remaining places with surveillance cameras are all in the buildings of various companies or in museums.

No one wants their actions to be used as irrefutable evidence in court, so cameras are doomed to fail.

Even Batman didn't expect that Arkham Asylum, a place with limited funds, could be equipped with such things.

All I can say is... the despicable and insidious locals of Gotham never miss any opportunity to fight, and they deal with every fight with a hundred times more energy. Even Superman would have to take a beating if he came.

Sitting in the office, Strange looked at the surveillance footage on the screen with a smug smile on his face.

The prey is already in the net, this is a rare opportunity.

Strange turned his chair and reached out to press a button hidden under the desk.

In the basement laboratory of Arkham Asylum, Dr. Jeremiah, who was on duty, was awakened by a shrill alarm.

Like a conditioned reflex, he got up from the chair, ran to the wall, and turned off a series of power switches.

The doors of the rooms of seriously mentally ill patients on the first and second floors of Arkham Asylum were all opened.

Some patients who sleepwalk and cannot sleep at night looked at the slowly opening door with a hint of joy in their eyes. They are crazy, but not fools.

They never gave up the chance to escape from here.

Batman had also walked into the lobby on the first floor of the asylum, and the sleepy security guard was completely unaware.

Looking at the ward numbers on the wall, Batman was looking for ward 3124. On the way here, he had already looked through the entire floor plan of the asylum, and there was no such ward.

To be precise, Arkham Asylum was a prison converted from a hospital, and the number of people it could accommodate was far less than that of a regular prison.

Blackgate Prison can accommodate more than 3,700 prisoners, while Arkham Asylum only has places for about 500 people. Especially since some patients can only be kept in single cells, the utilization rate is even lower.

Batman took two steps inside, intending to go up the stairs to the second floor to take a look, but he only took two steps.

The road ahead of him was blocked by a man.

It was a man wearing black and white striped clothes. He was very tall, with two crisscross scars on his face. There were crazy bloodshot eyes and he stared at Batman with gritted teeth.

"Carmendish..."

Batman said the man's name. He had a pupil camera on his left eye, which was attached to his pupil like a contact lens.

By connecting to the Batcomputer, you can quickly obtain the other party's information through facial recognition technology.

But this thing is a prototype, there are only two of them, and Batman has worn it once in a previous action, with the help of Alfred.

Not this time, but the Batcomputer has fed back some information about Carmendish:

A murderer with schizophrenia, an extremely strong tendency to kill, an irresistible liking for blood, a serious history of alcoholism, and went crazy after experiencing the blow of being fired.

The first person he killed was his three-month-old daughter, followed by his wife and neighbors. In one week, he killed eleven people. He had been detained in a mental hospital for three years.

"Blood, blood! Let me see your blood!"

Carmendish clenched his teeth, as if grinding his teeth, roared through his teeth, and pounced on Batman.

His movements were slow, and although he was tall, his strength was much less, and Batman barely made any effort, he just turned and raised his foot, tripping Carmendish at the ankle.

He threw Carmendish out, but Batman also noticed that there were a lot of people around.

Glancing around, he saw six or seven patients from the mental hospital, and some people were walking down from upstairs.

My actions have been discovered!

But Batman was not worried at all. He had known that he would be exposed, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon, and he had to deal with these crazy "patients".

"You came much slower than I expected, and... you were wearing this ridiculous mask, which is really annoying. So, I'm going to make you suffer a little. Do you like the doomsday scene?"

A slightly dry male voice came from the speaker in the corner.

The security guard who was dozing off at the door was awakened by the noise. He looked up and saw Batman and screamed.

But when he saw those crazy people walking out of the ward, he screamed even louder, like a screaming chicken toy being stepped on, so loud and noisy.

Batman turned his head and looked at him. Along with the security guard's loud screams, green smoke came out of the ventilation duct in the corner and rolled towards the ground.

With just one glance, Batman knew who was behind this: the murderer of the recent Gotham University poisoning case, Jonathan Crane, Professor Emeritus of Psychology at Gotham University.

scarecrow!

This green smoke might be some chemical substance. Batman raised his hand and pressed the mask. A straw like a scuba diving device popped out and was bitten in his mouth.