American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miao Mu took a metal pole and carefully placed the rack containing the test tubes into a room on the side.

This is a specially set up laboratory with a full range of equipment. They were all obtained by Miaomu from the Gotham Evidence Office warehouse through various means.

To be honest, that place is almost like a treasure house with everything, except that there are too many spirit rings there, so you might even see ghosts and will-o'-the-wisp at night.

But...is this a problem?

No!

Miaomu directly invited two priests to perform a series of consecration processes, just to seek peace of mind. Everyone is a friend.

"Okay, now you can introduce to me what this...great alchemical product is. Don't tell me it's for treatment."

"You guessed it right. It's for treatment. If it's according to the book, this thing can make people have a good sleep."

Nygma turned around and picked up the alchemical code on the table. He looked at the translated words on it and pondered in his heart.

Perhaps it was a defect in the materials that changed the properties of the drug, and...

Nygma looked at the instruments being operated, and they were different from those in the books. He needed to prepare some better alchemical instruments.

"A good sleep? Isn't it? It's like being reborn again."

Miao Mu looked at the other side speechlessly. The metal table was blown into pieces and torn into several pieces like a rag.

"By the way, is there anything here to fight demons? Also, it has to be cheap, can be mass-produced, and have good effects."

Naegi remembered the demon lord who was making moves in hell and wanted to turn Gotham into hell's territory.

Some things need to be prepared early. Miaomu has already memorized the things in the Alchemy Code. There is actually only one requirement he put forward, and that is high-concentration holy water.

It is a natural nemesis for hell demons. The key is that this thing can be produced in large quantities. For those demons, this holy water, which is harmless to humans, is more terrifying than sulfuric acid when it falls on them.

Moreover, what the seedlings need is high-purity holy water. There is a technology in the alchemy code that can purify the material, which is almost like the legendary turning stone into gold.

However, Naegi will not say it directly. He cares about Nygma's attitude. That guy cares a lot about his own existence, and he needs recognition from others to cheer for his life.

Miaomu naturally catered to his preferences, and he also couldn't do without Nygma, the super think tank. When he had no money, he dared to borrow money to buy Nygma a good meal.

Now that he had money, Naegi directly handed over all of Arkham's business to Nygma, making him the second-in-command of the gang and also the chief steward, as well as the chief financial officer.

Of course, Nygma did not disappoint Naegi. Arkham's business was booming, and his methods were indispensable.

"Devil, this is a really interesting topic." Nygma couldn't help laughing when he heard Naegi's request.

He really wanted to know what the devil looked like.

After all, alchemy exists, so it is not impossible for legendary things like magicians and demons to appear.

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Batman was silent because he found that his Batcave base had been visited by thieves and some equipment was lost, including a bicycle that he didn't like very much.

It's a good thing that's lost, but...

Batman picked up a pair of black women's lace panties on the ground, and his already gloomy face became even gloomier.

Is the other party being too arrogant?

Batman looked up at the empty Batcave. Inside the shale layers above were a group of bats hibernating.

He turned his head and looked outside. He heard the sound of water rushing against the rocks. That was the waterfall that hid the bat cave. He now needed some security facilities, at least to prevent thieves from coming in casually.

As for who the thief who came in this time is, Batman doesn't need to guess, he can guess that it can't be anyone else except the vengeful Catwoman.

Because if it were someone else, he would be greeted by bullets and explosions of explosives.

Only that woman would use such a mischievous mentality to provoke his anger.

The elevator inside slowly descended, and Alfred came over with a prepared dinner and a glass of non-alcoholic ginger ale.

The eve of Christmas Eve always calls for something nice, which is why Alfred didn't wait in the Batcave.

He prepared a very rich meal. At least this grilled steak was very tasty and enough to fill Bruce Wayne's stomach.

"Master Bruce, welcome back, you should...what is that?" Alfred narrowed his eyes in confusion.

He is old and a little presbyopic, but fortunately he wears reading glasses to read the menu when he is cooking.

So he clearly saw that the lace panties Batman was holding were women's, and they were black.

The scene was a bit awkward for a while.

Batman threw the lace panties in his hand into the trash can without changing his expression, and looked at the pile of cut materials and the running sewing machine.

He turned and walked towards the wall, and sure enough, the bat camera he had prepared had been moved to the other side.

"Ahem, Master Bruce, let's eat first. How was the patrol tonight? Did those robbers on the street get new weapons? Did they get any new gains?"

Aldred also tacitly changed the subject, put the plate in his hand on the table, and picked up a long black hair.

Batman walked over and stuffed the long hair into the evidence bag. He would go and get her in trouble, for sure.

But before that, Batman looked at a document displayed on the Batcomputer, Spear of Longinus?

Gotham Museum?

This is a clue that Catwoman left behind specifically, because she didn't think she could find this thing so easily, and whether the magician could keep his word was another matter.

Although Catwoman doesn't like Batman very much, she has to admit that this guy is a good person, maybe...

But at least it was an ally that could reassure her.

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It was already late at night at the Gotham Museum, and there were only a few short hours until the dawn of the day.

Catwoman, wearing a tight leather jacket, slid down from the skylight with a rope tied to her, stepped on the Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton below, and jumped down in three or two steps. All these movements were silent.

"Okay, next, let me see."

Catwoman took a flashlight, avoided the surveillance camera's shooting range, and jumped towards the newly renovated exhibition stand in the corner of the museum, her toes lightly touching the glass layer.

Catwoman supported her body with her hands, let her toes land lightly, stood on the glass display cabinet, took out the laser cutter from the Batcave, and cut a circle out of the glass.

The replicas that were used as temporary exhibits were taken out.

Catwoman looked at the lifelike Spear of Longinus in her hand and hesitated. Should she try to trick the magician?