American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

After seeing Otis clasp his hands together, Miaomu quickly stopped and looked around. Sure enough, the piles of garbage and debris around him began to shake.

Big gray rats ran out from under the wet cardboards one by one, in groups of dozens or so, moving on the ground in a black mass that was creepy.

Miaomu pulled out a homemade gasoline bottle from his waist, used a lighter to light the wet cloth strip at the mouth of the bottle, and threw it directly to the ground.

Bang——Boom!

The glass bottle shattered and flames immediately started. The flames began to spread wherever the gasoline flowed.

Naegi took out another bottle, lit it, and smashed it on the right, blocking the left and right range, and rushed directly towards Otis himself.

Otis was a little surprised when he saw the sudden flames. Naegi rushed up and gave a high side kick. Otis quickly raised his hand to block, but his thin body was no match for the kick.

Otis was knocked to the ground by the kick, but he immediately stood up and punched forward with his fist.

Miaomu bent down and dived, hugged Otis's lower back with both hands, and pulled Otis up and threw him to the ground.

With the fighting skills learned in his previous life and the street fighting style of this life, Naomu is not afraid of close combat at all. He and Jerry were able to become trainee police officers because of their fighting ability.

"what……"

Otis lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and cried out in pain, then put his hand to his lips and blew a low whistle.

The mice frightened by the flames suddenly became anxious, and many of them rushed directly into the flames and burned into fireballs.

The squeaking sound is a bit scary.

Jerry, who was blocking the door at the sewer entrance, had two baseball bats in his hands that flew through the air and hit the ground heavily, splattering blood everywhere.

Hordes of rats ran out of the sewer, it was like a black furry wave, Jerry was so scared that tears came out, that kind of terror really destroyed people's psychological defenses.

"Shut up!"

Miao Mu grabbed Otis's hand and held his head with the other hand. His haggard face and evasive eyes were now filled with desperate hatred and anger.

"Otis! You are wronged!!!"

Miao Mu shouted loudly: "You didn't kill anyone! You didn't participate in the fight, you didn't commit any crime! Those bastards accused you of this! You are innocent!"

Otis' eyes were filled with anger. He was stunned for a moment after hearing what Miao Mu said. What did he hear? Was he wronged?

He is innocent? He didn't kill anyone?

"Otis, I know about you! You didn't kill anyone! You were wrongly accused!" Naegi continued to shout.

A tear rolled down from the corner of Otis's eye, and the anger in his eyes was drowned by this tear. He closed his eyes in pain and cried like a child.

Ten years! Ten years!

He cried out countless times that he was innocent. Everyone said he was guilty and that he had killed someone, but he didn’t! He didn’t! ! !

The long-storing grievances and pain suddenly burst out, and he cried bitterly like a child who was wronged but no one believed him, and he got the final answer.

The rats that were gathering in groups suddenly stopped, and the impatience that had just spread disappeared.

Jerry was standing at the entrance of the sewer, holding a bloody baseball bat, his legs shaking uncontrollably, his face as pale as a drowned corpse.

The sewer before him seemed to be filled with all the rats in Gotham. The densely packed numbers of tens of thousands of them made him feel terrified and frightened from the bottom of his heart.

The rats gradually retreated, and the rats that had originally gathered here also retreated, just like a beach at low tide.

Only the rat that was smashed into mud by the baseball bat, the blood splattered on the ground, and the dozen or so rat balls that were burned into charcoal, told of the horrible scene just now.

Looking at the rat catcher Otis curled up on the ground and crying, Naegi's heart trembled and he almost sat down on the ground. He really underestimated this world.

Miaomu turned his head and looked at the mess around him. If his previous talk had not worked, he and Jerry might have become food for rats.

But——it couldn’t possibly not work.

Miaomu looked down at Otis. He was just a poor man. Who would say a word for him?

It was just a word of innocence and wronged. No one had said a word for him in ten years, but this one word was enough.

"This is a fucking world..."

Miaomu shook his head and reached out for a cigarette, then he remembered that they had become paupers.

Yesterday when I was buying intelligence at a grocery store in Africa, the police uniforms, police guns, and even underwear were pressed on top of me. They even pressed on Oswald's umbrella. It was really embarrassing to think about it.

But fortunately, the person was found.

Naegi looked at Otis, arresting people?

Forget it. Miaomu is not so heartless. He can just take the two pieces of property back as proof.

Anyway, the director didn't say what was missing from his house.

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"Over here, be careful."

In the sewers of Gotham City, Otis was walking in front holding a lantern, while Naegi and Jerry were walking behind. Jerry was so scared that he turned into a Muggle, and it was a waste of his title as the strongest man in the rat world.

Miaogi looked at the wide sewer, the platforms on both sides, and the sewage rolling in the ditch in the middle.

The sewers of Gotham City are a veritable underground maze. The multi-layered structure and the extensive water system make it difficult to find the way even with a map.

However, this is not complicated for the rat catcher Otis. His ability to communicate with rats allows him to have almost no obstacles here.

At the corner of a sewer, a large hole was dug out in the thick brick wall, and a pile of things was covered with rags inside.

Otis hung the lantern in his hand on a steel hook above. "Here it is. Everything I stole from somewhere is here."

Otis spoke with some shame, but after serving his sentence in Blackgate Prison, he really had nowhere to go.

Gotham has changed a lot in the past ten years, and he is penniless and has difficulty even getting food. He survives in this homeless gathering place by picking up garbage and with the help of rats.

"I understand, but you don't have to worry about it."

Naegi patted Otis' shoulder with understanding.

In Gotham these days, there is no grassroots relief organization run by Mr. Bruce to give money, food, clothes and jobs to these homeless people. He is the last knight in Gotham's darkness.

Miao Mu sighed with some emotion and squeezed Otis's shoulder hard. Under the thin coat was a skinny body.

Although his shoulder hurt a little, Otis didn't say anything. He was already very happy that someone believed he was innocent.

"This is for you. Dress warmly in autumn."

Naegi took off his equally worn coat and put it on Otis. Although it was a little worn, it was very thick and much better than the one Otis was wearing now.

"Thank you..." Otis said with a choked voice.

This was the first time he felt the kindness of others.

The rags covering the pile were drawn aside, and in the light of the lantern the riches shone with all their splendor and magnificence.

There were boxes inlaid with gems, gold coins wrapped in cloth, valuable oil paintings, and an open safe containing dozens of stacks of banknotes, two gold bricks, and a dozen expensive antiques.

"Shit! How much the hell is this worth?"

Jerry, who had remained silent out of fear, widened his eyes when he saw this scene. Born in a slum, the most money he had ever seen was the banknotes in the bank counter.

When Miaomu looked at this pile of things, he felt very uncomfortable. It is said that the Gotham police force is full of corruption. This is the reality.

"Take whatever you want. I just wanted to teach that guy a lesson, but he had so many good things in his house that I emptied them out in my excitement. I am committing a crime, right?"

Otis said somewhat depressed.

"No, you are robbing the rich to help the poor, that's a hero!"

Miao Mu shook his head, and then thought that Otis and the others might not understand what he meant, so he changed his words and said:

"Robin Hood! Thief! Justice! Now you understand. If we give this money to that bastard, he will just spend it on wine and women. It's better to give it to someone else."

"Robin Hood?" Otis blinked, as if he didn't expect that he would be called such a name.

"Everyone can be a hero, including you."

Naegi grinned.