family history of mental illness

"Arkham... Madhouse?" Brant looked at the green hat that was moving exaggeratedly, and then at the surrounding architectural environment that was completely different from Frank's research base, and suddenly felt a huge sense of absurdity: "What is this? place, why am I here?"

"It's the other way around, it's not up to you to ask questions." The green hat lifted the brim of the hat and laughed: "Listen, newcomer, I'm very small, but the more I'm taken away, the more I will become." It's getting bigger and bigger." He slowly approached Brandt and lowered his body: "Who am I?"

Brandt frowned.

There were running footsteps in the distance, yelling and shouting came with the wind, and those missing people's shouts penetrated the wall, around the corner, and were sent to Brant's ears in fragments.

He carefully distinguished, what they shouted seemed to be...

"The Riddler?" Brant said.

Nygma frowned dissatisfied: "The answer is wrong."

Brant reacted: "I'm obviously not solving riddles, I heard they were looking for you, so you are... Riddler? Weird name."

Nygma felt the displeasure of the game being interrupted, and his dissatisfaction made him continue to approach: "I am small, but the more I am taken away, the bigger I will become."

He repeated again: "Who am I."

Brandt felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

He now finds it very difficult to communicate normally with the other party, but he doesn't know where those search personnel are, whether they can be found, and when they can be found, so as the only living person he has encountered so far, Brandt can only Can choose to continue to ask the Riddler - he finally knows why this guy is called the Riddler - to get information.

"Okay. I'll solve the riddle, you come and tell me the answer." He held his forehead and calmed down: "How about we have an equal exchange?"

"Equivalent exchange? I like this." Nygma said as he pulled out a short stick from his cuff, twisted it a few times, and the short stick stretched and bent like magic, and turned into a cane: "I often Playing a game of equal exchange with our Mr. Knight, he guesses the riddle correctly, obtains valuable clues, finds me and prevents me from committing a crime, or guesses the wrong riddle, fails to find me in time, and watches me commit a crime.”

Brant had to interrupt him: "I think you seem to have misunderstood the meaning of equivalent exchange."

"What does that matter?" He walked back and forth with his cane, and finally stopped by the wall, the tip of the cane tapped at the base of the wall, and he heard Brant say behind him: "You're right , it doesn't matter. The answer is the hole."

Nygma took out a small bomb from his pocket, held it against the wall with his cane.Hearing a loud "bang", the wall of the castle was blasted into a hole one person high. He shook the smoke from the gunpowder stick and stood in.

The night wind came in through the hole, making his open suit rattle. Nygma supported the incomplete wall with one hand, took off his hat with the other, and put it on his chest.

"The answer is correct." He answered Brant's question in a good mood: "This is Arkham, the Arkham Asylum in Gotham."

"Wait." Brant suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said incredulously, "Gotham?"

Brandt is no stranger to the word Gotham.

Although he only heard about it for the first time from Jason more than a month ago, many people around him are from there.

Jason, Batman, the Joker, even himself, originally came from there.

His heart missed a beat, and he raised his head, surrounded by the dark walls of the castle, the top of his head connected to the second floor, and he could even see the dark chandelier on the top of the second floor.It was a gigantic castle of grotesque design, and according to the Riddler, it was a madhouse.

madman.

The Riddler, the Madhouse, Gotham, the criminals... the Joker.

He connected the key points one by one, and he seemed to have grasped some truth that was within reach, and he was about to figure it out, but at this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and several burly men in uniform Running towards this side quickly interrupted his train of thought.

"It's time to get out."

Nygma put the hat on his chest and bent slightly: "New here, I wish you a wonderful first night in Arkham." He smiled ambiguously, then put on the hat again, let go Clutching his hand against the wall, and then holding on to his hat, he suddenly fell on his back and flipped out.

"He's there!" The uniformed man who ran at the front rushed to the wall and looked down through the hole, but only saw a dark green corner of his clothes flashing past: "Tell Inspector Gordon, the Riddler Jailbreak!"

Another man in uniform said worriedly: "Captain Allen, this is the second time this month. Since the Joker disappeared, the Riddler has become the most active criminal in Arkham, but now that Batman is gone, what should we do?" what to do?"

Their chief of guard backed away from the wall and took a deep breath: "Ten years ago, what should we do when we didn't have Batman, what should we do now." He shook his hand and lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth He said, "What's more, we still have Inspector Gordon and Robin, we will catch the Riddler."

Sometimes the leader's calmness can be conveyed to his subordinates, and the other guards are somewhat relieved when they hear this. Only then do they notice that besides the Riddler, there is also a strange man here.

A man whose limbs were shackled by pitch-black chains and whose movements were hindered.

"New here?" Allen walked over and stared at him.

Brandt was stupefied: "Why do you say that too?"

Allen asked, "Who else?"

Brant said, "You call him the Riddler, strange name."

Allen said: "That's not a name, but a code name, because every time he commits a crime, he will leave riddle-like clues at the scene, and if you guess correctly, you can find him, so we call him The Riddler." He walked towards Brant, Said: "Now then, it's your turn to tell me who you are. I don't recall any new criminals being sent to Arkham today."

When the chief of guards approached, Brant realized that he didn't have a right hand. The place where the palm should have been turned into a bald circle. Judging from the uneven scars on it, it was probably bitten and torn off by some large beast. The wound looked old.

Allen noticed his sight, and looked down at his right hand: "This is the Warlord." He said, "The crocodile man bit it off, and I locked him in Arkham. There is no Batman Help, I can probably brag about it to death."

Brant heard another familiar name.

Batman, Jason's father.The previously interrupted train of thought was reconnected, the escaping clown, the Batman catching criminals, the heavily guarded Arkham, the conceited Riddler...

There is only one thing missing now, as long as he is sure, everything can be figured out.

Brant looked at the chief of the guard and said, "My name is Brant Morgan, I don't have a code name, and I'm not a newcomer."

Allen said, "I don't think so either, that's why I'm talking nonsense with you."

Brandt secretly changed the concept: "I was attacked, and after waking up, my limbs were locked, and I appeared here."

Allen frowned: "Who did it?"

Brandt half-truthfully said: "A doctor, or scientist, who uses human beings to conduct experiments, I discovered his secret."

"Damn it." Allen threw the cigarette butt on the ground, cursing and crushing it: "When did a Frankenstein appear in Gotham again, tsk, trouble."

Brandt didn't explain, and said in a wrong way: "So I'm innocent, can I leave?"

Allen looked at him: "Obviously not, I can't listen to what you say."

Brandy nodded. He had expected that it would not be so simple, and this question was just a matter of luck.

He has more important things to be sure: "The reason why I met Frankenstein was to follow the clues when I tracked down my missing friend." He opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Tony Stark, a New Yorker, you Do you know him?"

Allen thought for a while, then shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, but I can help you pay attention. If I have any clues from your friend, I will come to Arkham to inform you."

Brandt has a sense of relief that "it is so", and now everything is clear. He has experienced a wormhole journey again like 24 years ago, except that he came to the strange Miami before, and now he is back in his hometown. Birthplace - Gotham.

He then had a new question.

The previous time travel consumed the energy of a system, but this time he was sure that there was no change in his body.

The energy required to travel through the wormhole is reduced. Does this mean that the barrier between the two universes becomes weaker?Is the world about to undergo new changes?

Brant was still thinking, but Allen had already commanded his men to pull him up: "Can you open your chain?"

"Obviously I can't," Brandt said.

Allen asked again: "Can you go by yourself?"

Brandt raised his hand with difficulty: "Obviously I can't either."

The two pairs of chains were made of unknown materials, and they were extremely heavy. He roughly felt them and guessed that they must weigh at least three hundred catties.

Allen gave a sharp "tsk", probably because he felt a little troublesome, and there was no other way for the time being, so he had to let his guards half-lift and half-drag Brant forward.

"To be on the safe side, I'll lock you up on the second floor first, where everything is more... well, gentle and harmless?" Allen barely thought of an adjective: "You're a criminal, you'll be safer. I'll think of a way, Try to open this chain for you, and when my people find out that you have nothing to do with Arkham, and you are not a criminal, I will release you."

Brandt was not happy, but what could he say if he was passive?

He had no choice but to temporarily agree to the chief guard's arrangement.

He was pushed into the elevator unlocked by the chief guard's fingerprint, went up to the second floor of Arkham, and passed through prison-like rooms, some of the small windows on the doors, a face would appear to boo him or Whistle, but most of the rooms are very quiet, I don't know if no one is locked in it, or the people inside don't care about him at all.

He was pushed into an empty room, and the iron door was closed and locked.He looked around, a bed, a toilet, a sink, that's all.

Tired, he moved to the side of the bed and sat down on his buttocks. Brant stroked his hair, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound of "dong dong" on the wall against which the back was leaning.

Brandt raised an eyebrow.

Morse code?He'd learned this, at the second foster father who deserved to be locked up to die.

Let him recall memories, what does this rhythm represent...

"Boom-boom-boom-boom--"

[Hello, idiot neighbor. ]

Brandt: "???"

How do you say hello and swear?baffling!

Thinking of this, Brandt also began to knock on the wall.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-"

[Idiot who? ]

The other side was silent for a while, and then tapped again: [Okay, I miscalculated your IQ, it seems that you are not stupid enough yet. ]

Brandt didn't want to continue this boring "greeting" with him, but asked what he cared about: [Do you know clowns? ]

[Of course, a capricious, pompous and disorderly lunatic. ]

Being called a lunatic by a lunatic... What a high evaluation. Brandt wanted to know more about his father, so he continued typing: [Continue. ]

[Everyone hates him... oh, can't say that, Harley Quinn is obsessed with him. ]

[Harley Quinn? ]

Brant frowned. He didn't even call him a clown, so why would someone call him a clown?

Knock on the opposite side: [Harley Quinn, originally she was a doctor here, treating clowns, but she drove herself crazy, it's really funny. ]

Brandt thought about the time he was attacked by the clown's thinking waste, and felt that it was too normal for this kind of thing to happen.

The opposite continued: [She is not only crazy, but also in love with the clown, and even the code name is compared to the clown... Tsk tsk, but I think the clown doesn't take her seriously. ]

[Wait a moment……]

Having no time to pay attention to the face of the gossip, Brandt was confused: [That Harley Quinn is chasing the Joker? ]

There was a thump in Brant's heart, and there was no other sound.

How come his father is so popular with girls?

How did it turn out that his father still has suitors when he looks like that?

How did it turn out that he wanted an extra stepmother before he recognized his father?

Poor, weak and helpless, so tired, I don't want to talk.

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Brant: Ms. Quinn, I heard you want to be my stepmother?

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The reason why Brandt encountered the little green hat first was that I had seen a picture before and was deeply fascinated by the little green hat inside.

The conversion of pictures into text is roughly as follows

Little Green Riding Hood: What is rolling in an alley, and has several holes in its body?

Big Bat: Is QAQ my parents?

Little Green Riding Hood: Oh my god...it's a bowling ball!I'm really sorry

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super cute isn't it