American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In the Star City at night, except for the street lights, all the skyscrapers in the conspicuous city skyline are turned off without exception. Only the billboards on the rooftops emit a faint white light.

The whole city seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

Only in some small alleys hidden by tall buildings can one see the lights and feasting.

Happy Valley Bar.

Miao Mu was holding a thin cigar in his mouth and wearing a beige plaid suit. He looked a bit like a gigolo, except that he had a pouty mouth, a frown, and an expression that made him look like he wanted to keep strangers away.

Just tell the one-night stand girls who want to come over and chat up and seek excitement to stay away.

"I say, what's that expression on your face?"

Nygma, who was dressed meticulously in a dark green suit and had his hair combed neatly, walked over, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and shouted to the bar: "A glass of Emerald Dragon!"

"I feel a little irritated when I think about going back to Gotham." Naegi shook his head with the cigarette in his mouth and knocked the ash into the shell ashtray.

Miao Mu asked, "Is the lawsuit over?"

"Yeah." Nygma nodded and reached out to take the Emerald Dragon cocktail handed to him by the bartender. It was cantaloupe flavored and had a small yellow question mark on it.

It is also because of this question mark that Nygma chose this glass of wine because it is different from others.

"Otis got the justice he wanted, as well as compensation. Those old bastards were only willing to pay $100 million. If it weren't for some tricks, it would have been impossible to get $200 million."

Nygma raised his eyebrows when he said this. Miaomu didn't even need to guess to know that this little trick was definitely not small, but it didn't matter.

"Thanks a lot."

Miaomu picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Nygma. The wine in his glass was light green, which looked very different.

"I heard that you've done a lot of big things. Were you caught by the Arkham Police Department?" Nygma asked, putting down his wine glass.

"I'll be the sheriff when I get back. Where do you want to go? Gordon's major crime squad has sent you an invitation."

Nygma turned the question mark in the wine glass and shook his head, "I can't go anywhere. I am responsible for all those people's crimes. Naegi, you know, those people wish I could end up on the streets."

Naegi nodded with deep feeling, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Nygma again.

Although they are all called Gotham Police, and are collectively known as GCPD, there are many factions among them.

The reason why Gordon was able to succeed and later become the Chief of the Gotham Police Department was entirely because of his strong qualifications and outstanding abilities, otherwise Loeb would have made him retire long ago.

It can be said that Gordon has worked in all positions in the Gotham police force. He even worked as a traffic policeman issuing tickets on the street for a period of time, during which time he was retaliated against by street thugs.

Now, most of the people in the Gotham police force have worked with him before. Although Gordon does not accept bribes and has a bad temper, he is a capable and good person.

It is almost a consensus that as long as it does not affect the interests of these people, they are willing to give Gordon face.

However, others are not so lucky. They have no background, no power, and no connections. It is difficult for them to make a name for themselves.

The achievements that Naegi worked so hard for were only possible because of Gordon's recommendation. Otherwise, he would still be a small policeman in Arkham District, and might even put on a mask and go robbing one day.

"As I said before, let's do something big in Arkham together." Naegi said with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to your success. Cheers!" Nygma raised his glass. He was putting himself above Naegi.

Just based on the fact that this young policeman who crawled out of the slums was able to treat him to a glass of wine that cost at least 20,000 US dollars when they met for the first time.

Nygma will never forget this fact. You know, an ordinary policeman only earns about 40,000 to 50,000 US dollars a year.

He was also ostracized in the Gotham Police Department. If it were others, they would just kneel down and sing "Conquer" and then go along with the others.

But asking him to kowtow to a bunch of primitive people who don't even know the Goldbach conjecture? He might as well resign!

I hang out in the evidence room, occasionally play the role of a forensic doctor, and teach classes to those policemen who write reports as easily as wetting their pants.

Ordinary, but without any hope.

Until Naegi invited him over, Arkham District was notorious and everyone in Gotham knew what kind of place it was.

But... this is also an opportunity!

"Try this, it's the best wine ever!"

Miaomu mysteriously took out a silver wine jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and poured a glass of wine into Nygma's glass.

"What kind of wine is this?" Nygma looked at the light green wine, picked it up and smelled it. It was a bit like vodka.

"Good wine." Miao Mu smiled and put away the wine jug.

This wine jug was specially made, and it contained the Dionysus gem that he found in the valley, for making wine!

A castrated version of the Fountain of Immortality, um... maybe it's not even a castrated version, but it's very powerful for recovering from injuries.

It’s just like the legendary century-old ginseng, the kind that can prolong life.

Nygma looked at Naegi, then at the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, smacked his lips, and his face immediately turned red.

"Hiss...it tastes good."

"Haha, how do we deal with Dr. Milo?" Miaomu picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

With Nygma around, he doesn't have to worry about the formulation of these plans. Do you know what an external brain is?

"Tomorrow at noon, an environmental protection organization that protects extinct plants will hold a demonstration over there to protest against the development of the riverside villa area. They will just happen to pass by Dr. Milo's laboratory!"

Nygma dipped his fingers in the wine and drew a rough floor plan on the table. During this period, he asked Otis to send a lot of rats, and he knew the situation there clearly.

"But the only problem is that it has to be fast, and..."

Nygma paused for a moment, thinking of the tragic deaths of the mice and the images they had sent back, "There should be another werewolf inside."

"It doesn't matter. Just kill him. No matter how hard a werewolf's skull is, it can't be tougher than a bullet."

Miao Mu grinned, took out his phone, and pulled out a few photos, "Can you help me take a look first, what is this text?"

Nygma shook his head. The glass of wine was warm and comfortable. It made him feel sleepy. His insomnia was still quite serious.

Taking Miaomu's phone, Nygma looked at the photo on it and saw some text inside.

Very special, it looks like...something from the occult.

Naegi looked at Nygma expectantly. This was a picture he took from the Alchemical Code. He really didn't understand it and couldn't see it.

"This looks a bit like the Voynich text. Where did you get it?"

Nygma asked with a frown, holding his chin with his hand, his eyes fixed on the words on the photo.

The Voynich script is the most mysterious script in the world. Only one Voynich manuscript has been found in the world. It is named after its discoverer, the American rare book dealer Voynich.

This was also the biggest discovery in his life. Voynich invited the world's top cryptographers at the time to decipher the manuscript, but after several years, he still gained nothing.

"Do you know what this is?" Miao Mu asked curiously.

"It should be something from mysticism or alchemy, but this kind of text should be written in code..."

Nygma shook his head. He originally wanted to say that it could not be deciphered, but he didn't want to say that there should be no puzzles in front of him!

"You have good vision." Miao Mu gave a thumbs up.

"Help me decipher it. I have a whole book of 320 pages. Is that okay?" Miao Mu asked in a deep voice.

Nygma hesitated for a long time and finally nodded.