American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Strange was lying in a pool of blood, with his bat suit stripped off by the Joker.

The clown didn't mind the blood stains on the face, and draped it over his shoulders like a trophy, humming a tuneless little tune as he walked forward.

The face on the ground became hideous after being stepped on by the Joker. The Joker stood in front of the window where Batman jumped out.

Touching his crushed throat and the green blood oozing out, everything seemed so unreal, but the clown didn't care.

On the contrary, he liked the feeling very much and took out a green gas cylinder from his pocket and put it to his nose.

The clown took two deep puffs, like a drug addict who was feeling high, and leaned against the window with an addicted look on his face.

This was the poisonous gas of fear that he had dug out from the scarecrow that had peed its pants downstairs. He liked the smell, just like being drunk. He even saw Jenny...

Who is Jenny? The clown tilted his head and thought for a long time.

Oh, it seems to be my wife? But it's boring, she's dead...

The fears that ordinary people see are only of two kinds in the eyes of the clown: interesting and boring. And those terrifying scenes, in the clown's crazy mind, nothing can remain.

"I should tell some people that I'm back...hehehaha." The clown laughed and jumped out of the window.

But he didn't have Batman's wing suit cape, and this was the third floor, so the Joker fell on the hardened ground as expected.

His head hit the ground first and he fell to death on the spot...

Maybe he's dead...

A wandering figure walked out of the darkness with a dazed look on his face and walked over to the clown.

Looking at the clown's...corpse.

And he is Dr. Simon Hurt, a special doctor in Arkham Asylum and Strange's assistant.

"It's just uncontrollable madness and chaos... it's just terrible."

Dr. Simon Hutt spoke, and the dull expression on his face became complicated.

He reached into his arms with his black-gloved hand and pulled out a syringe with a special pattern on it. The tip of the needle was extremely sharp and instantly pierced into the clown's head.

Just like a toothpick was inserted into a watermelon, a tube of green liquid was drawn out.

He could see the crazy factor in the liquid, which was created by him, but now it seems to be a failure.

Madness cannot be restrained. After all, he was overthinking it. But... this is enough.

Dr. Simon Hutt stood up and walked into the asylum. He took a step and reached the third floor of the asylum in an instant.

He bent down and picked up a piece of face skin on the ground, looked at the footprints on it, and stretched out his finger to stroke the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he appeared in the basement laboratory of the mental hospital, looking at Jeremiah who was lying on the table, his face torn off and fainted from the pain.

Simon Hutt walked to the table, gestured with the skin on his hand, and put it on Jeremiah's face. At the same time, he raised the syringe in his hand and stabbed it into Jeremiah's head.

"Since madness cannot be controlled, let's go even crazier and completely destroy this city!"

Just as he injected the crazy factor in the syringe into Jeremiah's body, he suddenly felt something.

His figure disappeared in an instant, and he appeared again outside the insane asylum, where the clown jumped to his death. The clown was gone...

He turned his head and looked around, and his figure disappeared again. In this moment, he searched the entire Arkham Asylum.

no……

The clown disappeared?

Simon Hurt didn't believe this. He was the incarnation of the great Barbatos, a ghost that had wandered the world for two hundred years.

Wait, he looked down at the ground, there was a black cloak there. He didn't notice it just now, so he reached out and picked up the cloak.

There was a simple explosive device hidden under the cloak, with two gas tanks on top. When he picked up the cloak, the device was activated.

Boom! The sound of the explosion echoed around, shattering the glass on the upper floors, and soon after, the first floor of the asylum caught fire.

It's gasoline! Gasoline from the incinerator in the basement!

The fire spread instantly, and the entire asylum was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. From a distance, the high-lying Arkham Asylum looked like a burning bonfire.

A trace of anger appeared on Simon Hurt's face, because he suddenly felt that he had been fooled.

What the hell did that clown do!

Simon Hurt didn't want to believe this fact.

He is an omniscient and omnipotent being, how could he...how could he be fooled by this clown, this lowly, dirty, ugly clown!

This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Simon Hutt thought of something, his figure disappeared, and he moved to the third floor of the mental hospital in an instant. He wanted to verify something.

On the stairs to the third floor, Simon Hurt looked at the blood-stained ground, the empty handcuffs, and the stair railings that looked like they had been destroyed by a monster.

There was everything except Hugo Strange's body. This was impossible. He saw with his own eyes that the Joker beat Strange to death...

“Hahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha!!!”

Simon Hurt looked back and laughed, his dirty white coat ripped open, black skeleton-like wings extending from his back.

"Great! This is perfect madness and chaos, out of control, I am stupid... I will remember you!"

As he shouted, another explosion was heard in Arkham Asylum, and the rumbling sound was like an earthquake.

Jeremiah in the basement laboratory opened his eyes, reached out to touch his face, picked up the stapler next to him, and stapled the skin to his face, with light green madness in his eyes.

"Sometimes... people always think they are smart, but God... is nothing, hehehe..."

Jeremiah laughed twice, got down from the table, walked to the smashed glass culture jar, looked at the broken glass, and a weird smile appeared on his face.

He picked up the scalpel on the ground, put it to his mouth, looked at the shattered glass, cut the corner of his mouth, and let the blood flow out.

"Sir, you should laugh. Being serious doesn't make you... better. I am... a clown..."

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"Draft? What the hell!"

Naegi, who was outside the Arkham Police Station, had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by the sudden explosion.

Not only him, but all the residents of Arkham were awakened by the explosion, and many people thought it was an earthquake.

"What the hell..." Naegi's face suddenly changed when he looked at the burning Arkham Asylum in the distance.

"Get up, no, make a phone call! Call the fire department to put out the fire! Hurry! Hurry up!" Miaomu quickly gave orders.

The sky was already getting light, and a streak of white light was visible on the distant skyline.