American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In the slums of Arkham, the rat catcher Otis was walking away in a thick coat. Tonight, he distributed the last money he stole from Director Wei Fei's house to those who needed money.

The rat also bit a drunk bastard who beat a child. Bastis secretly put twenty dollars in the child's pocket, hoping that he would be fine.

Walking out of the crowded and dilapidated slums, Otis took a deep breath. It was not without good things today. Some people left here with the favors given by the rats.

Otis recalled that the guy in work clothes who brought bread to Bastian with a grin on his face was good in every way except that his jokes were so bad that they didn't make people laugh at all.

Otis could only shake his head, thinking that the guy would return to this desperate slum again, as he had to pursue his dream of becoming a comedian with his pregnant wife.

As soon as he arrived at the sewage treatment plant, Otis saw a young man holding a stick and a large box, standing at the sewer entrance, waiting anxiously.

There was a bicycle with a flashlight tied to it behind him, and the white light from the flashlight shone on the wall.

Otis reached for his waist, held the pistol and walked over there. He had been targeted by someone these days.

Several mice that went to deliver money were killed. Having experienced that kind of situation before, Otis never dared to take it lightly.

When the young man saw Otis, he asked quickly, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Flanigan?"

Otis asked cautiously, "Do you know me?"

"No, your friend ordered the food from our restaurant and asked us to deliver it. I'm Pike Carmen from the Mexican restaurant. This is the food sent to you by Mr. Naegi. He said it was... a celebratory drink!"

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In the Gotham Police Department's logistics evidence room, the Riddler Nygma was sitting at his desk sorting out several newspaper clippings and patiently pasting them on the back of an old poster.

Today is the Gotham Police Department's celebration dinner, but no one invited him to go, and he was too lazy to play along with those self-righteous idiots, so it would be better if he just didn't interfere.

The clippings were pasted, with the picture of Batman on top. Nygma found a white marker in the drawer and drew a white question mark on the face of Batman in the picture.

"Who are you? That's a really good puzzle."

Nygma leaned back in his chair, his eyes eager to try under his black-rimmed glasses. He was interested in all puzzles, but of course he didn't have much chance if he was interested in other ones.

The door handle of the evidence room was turned. Nygma immediately turned his head to look over, then reached out and grabbed a cane beside the table.

The door was pushed open, and Naegi, who was supposed to be the protagonist of the celebratory dinner, poked his head in, whistling and glancing around.

"Naegi? Why are you here?"

Nygma asked, a little surprised.

"Hey hey... I'm looking for you to play with."

Miaogi smiled slyly, pushed the door open and walked in. The detective jacket she was wearing was bulging as if she was pregnant.

"What's wrong with you?" Nygma stood up and looked at Naegi with a strange look.

"Look, this dinner is so sumptuous!" Miaomu opened his jacket, took out two bottles of champagne and knocked over them.

"Golden Rose! I've never seen this kind of wine!"

Miao Mu pouted and shook his head while taking things out of his arms. He stuffed three bottles of champagne, a bottle of red wine, and a big red Boston lobster into his jacket.

Finally, he took off two wine glasses from his belt, which left Nygma stunned.

Naegi placed the wine glasses on the table, poured the champagne, and handed a glass to Nygma.

"When I saw you weren't there, I knew you weren't invited, but you have to have a drink at the celebratory wine today. Without your help, I wouldn't be able to find that bastard."

As he spoke, Naegi took out the notebook that Nygma had given him. Naegi had carefully read it several times while in the hospital, and became more convinced of the idea of ​​accepting Nygma's letter.

"Here……"

Nygma smiled, but before he could say anything, Miaomu picked up his glass, clinked it with his, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Don't say anything. I don't know if there will be another chance for a celebratory drink. Cheers!"

Miaomu smiled cheerfully, picked up the bottle and poured another glass, and Nygma also picked up the glass and drank it all.

"Cheers...to the hero..." Nygma said with an awkward smile.

Although he is just an insignificant person in the Gotham Police Department, he knows the rules here very well.

When a seedling is placed on the altar of a hero, he will inevitably be shattered when he falls down.

But after checking Miaomu's information, Nygma also knew how difficult it was for someone from the slums to get to this point.

"Hero? Being a hero among dung beetles? Tsk, even though the Gotham Police Department is the headquarters, it's not as good as the Arkham District in my eyes."

Miaomu shook the wine glass and poured another glass into his mouth. How could he not know what the Gotham Police Department was like?

Gordon was walking in front of him. Was there anyone welcoming him? No, because he said something wrong, because he supported Batman.

There is no need to predict the future of seedlings, Gordon is still a long way from having hard times.

After hearing what Miaomu said, Nygma didn't plan to keep it a secret. There were not many people who could match his standards, and Miaomu was an extremely unique one.

"You can't stay in Gotham Police Department. Like you said, go back to Arkham! With your current abilities, you can definitely take over as the next Arkham Chief.

"Although Arkham District is a bad place, you can move to other districts, such as the prosperous Diamond District."

As Nygma spoke, he became more energetic, perhaps because of the wine, or perhaps because he wanted to talk.

"The Gotham Police Department is now under the control of Chief Loeb, and those sheriffs are all good-for-nothings, except Gordon! But that guy will be in trouble soon. If you can seize the opportunity and solve a few more major cases, you will be able to compete with the headquarters."

"Wow, several big cases? That's not that easy. We have to work very hard. Look here!" Miaomu raised his hand to show that his left hand was pierced and the needle scars on it had not been removed.

"If there's a chance, like him!" Nygma picked up the poster on the table, pointed at Batman and said, "Find out who this guy really is! It will definitely make your reputation rise again."

Looking at the question mark on Batman on the poster, Naegi fell silent, and finally shook his head, "Are you interested in him?"

"I'm only interested in puzzles..."

Nygma put down the poster, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, raised his head and exhaled, "Naigi, am I a loser?"

Miao Mu took out a cigarette box from his arms and was about to light one.

"Smoking is not allowed in the evidence department. You can go to the restroom."

"..."

Miao Mu put the cigarette back in his mouth and said, "Edward, you are a smart person, smarter than me. Your talent should not be buried in this place! This small place is less than 20 square meters."

"Come with me. Although Arkham is small, it doesn't have so many restrictions. We can create our own business!"

"Edward Nygma! I need you. I need a think tank to help me find and fill in the gaps. An indispensable smart person!"

"And that person is you! My Naegi! A little hoodlum from the slums of the Upper East Side has come this far and can drink with you. Is that enough?"

"I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of dying in obscurity. I don't deserve the word hero. I'm just an ordinary person who wants more. We are all the same!"

"We don't have super powers like being invulnerable to swords and guns or flying. We are all people who will die if we get shot in the head!"

"Edward, come help me!"

Naegi stretched out his hand and looked at Nygma seriously.

Nygma didn't talk about any more puzzles or weird topics, but looked at Naegi seriously, as if he was making the most important decision at a crossroads in his life.

"Don't regret it, I'm very picky!"

Nygma reached out and held Naegi's hand. The two looked at each other and smiled. Everything was self-explanatory.