American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Put on your hat! Follow Mr. Nygma and study hard!"

Miaomu raised his hand and put the baseball cap on Jason, then pushed him to Nygma's old car.

"Be careful on the road, see you in Gotham!" Naegi waved towards the cab.

"See you in Gotham!" Nygma waved his hand and threw a palm-sized instrument to Naegi.

This was a signal jammer he had made before, which just happened to shut down the surveillance in Dr. Milo's laboratory.

The old car left quickly. Jason, who was sitting in the back seat with his schoolbag on his back, looked at Nygma who was driving in front with a vigilant look on his face. He then turned around to look at Miaomu who was watching him from behind.

Nygma looked up at the rearview mirror. Although he was not willing to take care of a child, Miaomu had told him that this was his first student.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Edward Nygma. What's your name? Jason Todd? It's a good name. It means knowledgeable, spiritual, analytical, and learned."

Nygma drove the car, asked and answered his own questions, and commented on Jason's name as if he knew everything about him.

"Really?" Jason looked at Nygma in disbelief. He didn't even know his name had so many meanings.

Nygma was very pleased with Jason's surprised look. He nodded and said, "Of course, if you read more books, you will understand these things."

"Why should I go back with you?"

Jason said somewhat unhappily, turning his head from time to time to look behind the car, but he could no longer see Naegi.

This reminded him of the night when his mother left him in Crime Alley. As long as he counted to 1000, his mother would buy him some bread.

But she didn't come back...

Looking at the depressed Jason in the rearview mirror, the Riddler frowned helplessly. Children are the most annoying.

"Listen carefully, Naegi has handed you over to me. You will be my student from now on. You need to call me teacher when you see me. Keep the things in your bag safe. You will decipher it with me when the time comes. Got it?"

Nygma said in a deep voice and honked the horn to express his dissatisfaction. It's not that he hated the job that Miaomu assigned to him, but that he was powerless to do anything with the children.

He has negative points in terms of communication.

"Yes, teacher! I will try my best!" Jason shouted.

The word "teacher" actually calmed down Nygma's irritable mood. He really liked teaching people something.

"Very good, then let's have our first lesson. Light as a feather, but no one can hold it for long. What is this?"

“…Ah, I don’t know.”

"It seems you are also a fool."

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Watching the old car leave, Naegi pulled at his suit, straightened his tie, held a cigarette in his mouth, and whistled at the mouse on the mailbox next to him.

"Bastien, we have to leave."

The light brown mouse standing on the mailbox, with a small backpack hanging from its body, quickly stood up and jumped over.

"Fuck, you've gained weight again. You've gained a lot of weight."

Miaomu held the heavy mouse in his arms and got into the Beetle car next to him. The dark red coffin was tied to the roof of the car.

The engine had just started. Bastian, who was eating a donut in the passenger seat, looked up at the slowly moving gear, froze in place in surprise, and then turned to look at the rearview mirror above.

A hideous demon face suddenly appeared.

He started the engine and drove out. As soon as Naegi turned his head, he saw Bastian lying on his back on the passenger seat pretending to be dead. There was a wet spot on the passenger seat cushion.

"Don't pee in my car!" Miao Mu shouted madly.

"Fuck it... I'm going to find a veterinarian to castrate you!" Miaomu threatened viciously, took out a tissue bag from the side and wiped the passenger seat.

Drove away from here.

Environmental protesters on the riverbank had already gathered here early, with a banner with a red rose painted on it.

Miaomu used his mobile phone to learn a little bit about it. He found out that there was a kind of wild rose on this river beach, but this place was about to be developed into a river beach villa area. However, the scenery here was indeed nice.

The Beetle drove past this side, traveled for a distance, and then stopped.

Miaomu took off the newly bought black hood from the console. When he put it on and matched it with the suit, he looked like a real gangster.

"Bastien, wake up and call Otis over!"

Naegi held the M500 revolver, poked Bastian, who was still pretending to be dead, and pushed open the passenger door.

Bastian raised his head and ran out in an instant. His speed could only be described as a gust of wind.

"Tsk." Miaomu didn't know what to say. He took out the Holy Flame Hammer, lit the thin cigar in his mouth, and took a puff.

He adjusted the rearview mirror again, looked at himself, and after making sure that nothing was missed, Miaomu put on a pair of white gloves, got out of the car, and walked towards the laboratory in the woods ahead.

The laboratory is actually an old-fashioned villa with two floors and a wooden tile roof. There is a modified muscle sports car parked in the yard. You can't tell, but Dr. Milo is quite wild.

"Boss!" Otis, wearing a black suit and looking like an intern, walked over with a smile on his face and a mask on.

"Thank you for your hard work." Miaomu raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder as encouragement, and Otis smiled even more happily.

"What's the situation inside?" asked Miao Mu.

"Three people just went in. They should be buying things. They will leave soon. We can wait for a while." Otis nodded.

He had been keeping watch here since yesterday, and there were hundreds of rats gathered around, but they couldn't get in.

Once the rats enter the villa, they will be killed.

"it is good."

Miaomu nodded, followed Otis to the side, and squatted behind the bushes over there.

The ground here has been hollowed out by rats, and the terrain has dropped a lot, but the surface traces have not changed at all.

"Do you want to smoke?" Miao Mu took the thin cigar out of his mouth, turned around and asked.

Otis quickly shook his head. Seeing him shaking his head, Miaomu put out the cigarette butt in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. As a policeman, no one knew more about how to commit crimes than him.

"What are your plans when you go back? You are a clean person now." Miao Mu asked in a low voice.

"I'm with you! Without your help, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to you and Mr. Nygma, I..."

"Shh!" Miao Mu raised his hand to tell him to keep quiet.

Some people came out of the laboratory, two men and one woman, and it seemed that they were the ones driving the modified muscle car.

The muscle sports car's engine roared, and the surging power was like that of a beast. I watched the muscle sports car go away.

Naegi held the M500 revolver in his hand and pressed Otis' shoulder. "Follow me, I will never treat you unfairly. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be the same in the future!"

After saying that, Naegi turned and ran towards the laboratory. Otis quickly put two fingers in his mouth and whistled a low pitch.

In the surrounding woods, it was as if a strong wind blew up, and hundreds of mice ran in unison and headed straight for the laboratory villa.

Inside the villa, a Czech Wolfhound lying on the ground opened its red eyes and twitched its ears.

"What's wrong, Apollo?" Dr. Achilles Milo, who was counting money on the table, glanced sideways. "Is there a mouse?"

After he asked this question, the Czech Wolfhound named Apollo stood up. Dr. Milo's face darkened and he reached for an Uzi submachine gun fixed under the dining table.