American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Late at night in Arkham district, behind a dilapidated apartment building, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

As blood splattered and creepy chewing sounds echoed around, a person holding a flashlight looked down from the window and screamed in fear when he saw the situation below.

the next day.

A city Hummer H2 drove over with its lights flashing. Miao Mu got out of the car, took out a pair of white rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on, and said as he walked:

"Jerry, go ask the witness and find out who died. It's no use relying on those idiots."

"Understood!" Jerry turned and walked upstairs.

Miao Mu took out a cigarette box from his arms, lit up a thin cigar, put it in his mouth and bit it, then walked towards the scene.

The scene was in a mess. The body of the deceased was torn into several pieces, and dried blood was scattered everywhere on the ground like rust.

"Detective Naegi!"

A police officer at the scene came over and asked, "How should this case be judged? Was it a revenge killing or a love killing?"

"..."

Naegi had a speechless expression on his face. There was nothing he could do. This was basically how the Arkham Police Department handled cases, and murders in this place were not uncommon. They could just put a label on someone and close the case.

If the identity of the illegal immigrant or illegal immigrant cannot be found, then he is dead, and gang killings are not uncommon.

Otherwise, the police in Gotham would not be directly equated with gang members. There is only one responsible and honest man like Gordon.

"First, find out who the deceased is. If you are wearing this suit, you should do something human. Don't just think about messing around!"

Miao Mu raised his hand to straighten the collar of the police officer in front of him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him to go to the back to investigate.

After walking over to take a look at the scene, Miaomu took out the newly bought mobile phone from his arms and called Nygma in the logistics warehouse.

"So, what is the police mission?" Nygma was chewing something, and the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard.

"I hope you can come and see. I am a complete amateur in on-site observation, but the body was torn into pieces..."

Miao Mu looked at the arm that was torn off and the broken bones inside it on the ground, and felt that something was wrong, especially the sharp bite marks on the wound.

"I'll go right away! By the way, I've already hacked into the Gotham Police Department's database. I left a small hole so it will be easier to get in and out. I've got some clues about the people you asked me to keep an eye on."

"That's really good news. You go first."

Miaomu hung up the phone, reached out and touched the golden hexagram hanging around his neck, and the ability of the Eye of True Vision was activated.

The 360-degree observation without blind spots is very useful for this kind of crime scene, and some subtle, invisible and easily overlooked details can also be discovered.

Miao Mu took two steps back, looked at a scratch on the wall with brown blood stains on it, and raised his hand to compare.

The distance between these claw marks is definitely not something that humans can make, but Miaomu is not surprised. Even a cold-blooded atavistic monster like the crocodile man can have such marks, so it’s nothing if the claws are a little bigger.

"Mumu!"

Jerry leaned out of the third-floor window on the next floor and shouted, "That guy said he saw a wolf last night, and a monster that looked like a big dog, and it ate the unlucky guy down there."

"Wolf?"

Naegi frowned in surprise.

When it comes to wolves, the only thing he can think of is werewolves. It seems that there are really such things in Gotham, but they are not those magical werewolves.

Instead, they were transformed through various means. The most famous one should be the Gotham behemoth. He was first infected by the Joker's crazy blood, and then was sewn together with wolf skin by Professor Pig-faced.

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In the morgue of Arkham Hospital, Nygma, wearing an apron and a mask, was holding one arm and observing something under the light.

This is the only hospital in Arkham District, but it is so dilapidated that it doesn't even need a filter to be used in a horror movie. There are not many patients coming here, only some prostitutes who come here with IOUs to get anti-inflammatory drugs.

As for those gangsters, they trust the black clinics in the neighborhood more. They charge one hundred dollars for a bullet, and they are fair to everyone. Other treatment costs are charged separately.

Miao Mu stood nearby and looked at the bodies pieced together on the bed. "How is it? Is it about large animals?"

"I still don't quite believe there are such things as werewolves. Do you want me to prepare a silver weapon for you?"

Nygma threw the arm into the body bag and looked inside the empty ribs of the corpse. Half of the internal organs were eaten, the heart was gone, half of the lung was left, and only a few intestines were left.

The deceased was a middle-aged alcoholic. The plasticized liver said it all. Otherwise, the liver was intact.

"Just carry a shotgun with you. Magical werewolves are afraid of silver weapons. It's more convenient for Gotham to use this."

Miaomu patted the new Glock 17 on his waist. Although it was rolled back from the Gotham Police Department, the equipment was still issued.

Mainly because the day after the banquet, everyone knew that the captain of the special operations team, Ferras, was knocked unconscious in the toilet.

Originally at the Arkham Police Department, Chief Wei Fei wanted to teach them a lesson, but after knowing this incident, he kept silent about it and turned a blind eye to the attitude of Naegi and the others.

"That's right, there is also a flying superman in Metropolis."

Nygma nodded, and Naegi laughed out loud, "Okay, how are those people we were looking for?"

"The names you mentioned are recorded as Floyd Lawton Jr. This guy is a mercenary and assassin. He was originally a resident of Naihe Island, but later left here."

Nygma took off his mask and reached out to hold the autopsy table. "His ex-wife lives near Chinatown in Gotham, and they have a daughter."

"Shhh~ Is this guy in Gotham?"

Naegi whistled. The name Floyd Lawton Jr. was not surprising, but he had a very famous nickname: Death Shooter.

He was the idiot who was thrown into prison by Batman while shopping with his daughter. Later, Secretary of State Amanda stuffed explosives in his neck and threw him into the Suicide Squad, where he narrowly escaped death.

Awesome abilities, but a bumpy life.

After taking in Nygma, Naegi set his sights on those villains who had not yet appeared and were still unknown, as well as those heroes.

But... it's really hard to find. Some of them are impossible to find at all, like the Joker. Who knew who he was before he went crazy?

"That guy is not here, but he..." Nygma organized his words and said hesitantly: "This guy is a little... short of money."

"Ah? Isn't he a killer?"

Miaomu was very surprised. As a mercenary and a killer, he could still be short of money. How miserable could this guy be?

"No, his ex-wife has sued him three times in the Gotham court. He hasn't paid alimony for two months. I guess... he died somewhere."

Nygma speculated without hesitation. After all, there was a high possibility that these two professions would die. If they did not show up for a period of time, 80% of them would be gone.

As every prosecutor in Gotham knows, if there is no news about their colleagues within two days, they can go to the Gotham River to fish them out.

"Alimony..."

Naegi smacked his lips as he muttered the word, this thing had to be paid until his ex-wife found a new meal ticket.

Looking at the situation of Death Shooter, it is obvious that he left his daughter with his ex-wife and went to work hard...

"What about the others? How many of them have news?"

Nygma reached out to zip up the body bag, thought for a moment and said, "Pamela Lillian Eisley is at New York University, studying biological sciences. Harley Quinn? I didn't find that."

"I do have some information about Selina Kyle. She is quite famous in the Upper East Side. I suggest you ask your brother about it."

"Victor Freese just received the title of expert in the field of cryogenics this year and is currently developing new cryogenic research projects."

"Roman, Sionis went bankrupt. After his company was acquired by Wayne Group, he disappeared..."

Nygma was a little curious when he said this. These guys were completely unrelated and there was no connection between them.

In his opinion, he was far less valuable than the mercenary Norton, although that guy might be gone, at least he thought so.

"..."

Naegi didn't know what to say. There were only a few villains in the DC universe that he could remember. He only had impressions of the others. If he really wanted to describe them... he couldn't say it.

"Forget it. Have the people who sentenced Otis guilty been found? Is there still hope for a reversal?"

Miaomu changed the subject. He had not forgotten to get justice for the rat catcher Otis. It would be hard to turn the tables after ten years, but he believed that Nygma would have a way.

"Found it, but the old man is already dead. He died of a cerebral hemorrhage last year. If you want revenge, hurry up..."

Nygma narrowed his eyes to hide his excited expression and make himself look more serious.

"There are two ways. One is that we kill them directly. Otis can do it by himself, but this is not what we want. The second way is that we need a little support from public opinion."