[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

Black Gate Prison Psychiatric Ward.

In fact, the prisoners transferred from Arkham are doing well.

These prisoners can actually be divided into four categories, people with mutated bodies due to various reasons, such as Poison Ivy, Muddy Face, Killer Crocodile, etc.; A kind of "talent" with high IQ, masters in chemistry, physics, and psychology, including Professor Pig Face, Riddler, and Firefly; other than the above three, but a psychopath who is addicted to crime... Should Harley be counted?

And because they are dangerous and abnormal, the prison has to keep everyone alone, and it is almost impossible to cage them together. If they are allowed to cage together, it should be raising Gu.

So, first of all, Arkham prisoners have separate cells, which are embedded in concrete walls, with thickened bulletproof glass on one side, and consoles in front of the glass. In order to ensure the safety of prison guards, the prisoners’ food is It was put in and taken away from above through the console, and since there were masters of psychology in it, they were not allowed to talk to the prisoners.

… Even a psychiatrist can be dangerous talking to these criminals, most notably Dr. Harleen Quizell, who was transformed by the Joker into Harley Quinn, the current Harley Quinn.

If you need to communicate with the prisoner—for example, to extract a confession, you can press the button on the front of the console and transmit your voice into the room through the communicator, and the room is very soundproof.

There was once a novelist who wanted to find a suitable place to lock himself up to write novels, so he chose to come to Arkham's ward, and sure enough...he went crazy not long after, but he still wrote novels and succeeded became best-selling novelists, and after the bombing of Arkham, mental patients like them were transferred to Gotham Central Hospital.

And these cells in the psychiatric ward of Blackgate Prison are actually supported by the Arkham Asylum. Anyway, the prisoners are used to living in them, aren't they?

After reaching a cooperation with Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn was transferred to a cell deep in the psychiatric ward - there, although the room did not change much, there were fewer roommates in the entire space, and the person directly opposite her would not There are other people, Weiwei doesn't know if this counts as making the cell environment better, but Poison Ivy is satisfied anyway.

"To be honest, I really don't understand." At present, all the glass is single-sided glass, and the prisoners in the cell can't see them, Wei Wei frowned, "Since some of them are poison masters, and some have extremely talented medical talents , some can manufacture weapons and even special armor alone, and some can come up with exquisite killing methods, but they all become criminals..."

She stood outside Solomon Grundy's cell and knocked on the glass, and the "weird" sitting inside remained motionless.

Even if there is a cell, in order to control some special "patients", the prison still needs other methods, such as the one in front of you, he is a zombie, and his body has been transformed into a monster-like appearance by various chemicals , but it also gave him monster-like strength and self-healing ability. He has immortality, invulnerability, immunity to damage, and self-thinking.

So he's sitting there with a mind controller on his head.

"...He must be very good at moving bricks!"

Tim glanced at her: "Normal people would never think of letting him move bricks. Controlling the criminals in Arkham is like controlling a powerful army. If all of them escape from prison, then Gotham will definitely become a purgatory on earth."

Immediately behind them are the clay-faced men, or in other words, a row of clay-faced men—

This is a criminal who mutates for various reasons, and possesses criminals who transform their bodies into clay states. Some people are because they are integrated with special soil minerals, and some people are because they are soaked in special mud pools——Vivi suspects It was soil from aliens, and some people misused drugs because of illness, their bodies were mutated under the effects of drugs, and they were transformed by technology, a total of five people.

Weiwei sighed: "It would be great if they could do greening together with Poison Ivy."

Tim stood behind her with his arms folded, staring at the back of Vivi's head and smiling silently.

"Then do what you want," he said.

He suddenly understood Mr. C's thoughts, just like after humans created robots, they produced a lot of literature about robots rebelling against humans. For a creator like him, dominating his own creations is the most boring thing , and what he wants to do more, perhaps not dominate, is to wait for his creation to resist him.

...boring and condescending thoughts.

He gave her the value of life, then dangerous power, powerful talent, pure thought, immortal grace, and then slowly waited for her to be dyed into other appearances, Gotham is a dangerous city, everyone, countless people , like Mudface, like Firefly, like Poison Ivy—they had a "bad day" and they were changed by the city.

This is the game, Mr. C is waiting for the day when his creation will be changed. Creatures like them can wait many years for the fun of this day, nurture her, love her for many years... Like Penguin, it is just dinner The dessert before, just a gift for a little girl.

Tim's mind flashed the stained corpse in the sewer, and the gargoyle that snatched the corpse, and frowned.

The footsteps of a third person sounded in the room. The warden of Blackgate Prison, Ms. Bella Bedivin, walked in, put one hand on Vivi's shoulder, and looked at Tim with a smile. There seemed to be some tacit understanding that didn't need to be explained. The girl looked up at her, but didn't move.

Bella: "The hypodermic remote-controlled bombs purchased by the prison have arrived. You can take away three types of prisoners. After injecting the bombs, they can be controlled by the fear of death, and they can be traded because they are in demand."

She made things easier for the two of them, but she was also working for the mayor. The woman in front of her was able to fight the killer crocodile and the black mask head-on. On the short stick, this is just his usual vigilance, he asked: "What about the third one?"

"Criminals controlled by THE1 potion," the woman chuckled, "I'm sure you've found out the truth, but when Batman returns to his Batcave, he'll know what I'm using to control criminals... Don't use that Look at me vigilantly, vigilante, I only used THE1 to control less than 200 people before, all of them are murderers, I am sure they killed innocent people, not because of revenge, the prisoners have no guilt. Criminals are in They seldom try their best at work, so it’s better to promote it in prisons and let them exert their residual value under the action of medicine.”

——THE1 medicine, the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing can turn the person who has injected the medicine into a puppet, but if they are stimulated by strong pain, they will wake up, and the sound of glass shattering can turn them back again.

"These criminals have no human rights here, but..." Bella threw the glass at him, "I know you have the antidote."

She left the choice to the vigilantes.

After the warden left, Tim put away the glass, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I hope all the glass in Black Gate Prison can be replaced with fine steel."

"Huh?" Weiwei didn't expect him to say this in the first sentence.

"Because if the prisoners find out about this, they might take the opportunity to riot, I mean, when most of the felons are injected with drugs," Tim smiled, "Why do you look at me like that? Even Batman wouldn't have saved the Joker if he hadn't played either-or game and died in front of his eyes."

Tim handed the glass to Weiwei with a complicated expression, as if he was handing over something, he said, "Sorry."

The young man fell into a little confusion: "The vigilante will not use bombs buried under the skin to control criminals, because they are destined not to press the detonation button. I probably shouldn't have asked you to bring me here in the first place, because the vigilante The way of handling it is different from that of prison guards or other people..."

He seemed lost in thought, and then he said: "Vivi, what you want to take may not be the path that all of us have traveled. Batman doesn't kill people, and I don't kill people, because we don't have the right to kill people, but you Surrounded by people like the warden and the mayor, you may be destined to go down a different path from everyone else than Gotham's vigilante 'Night Watch'."

He said: "—I'll watch you."

He won't let Mr. C lure Vivi to fall, and he won't let this city hurt her, but she doesn't choose the same route as him, he will watch all this, he will pay attention to Poison Ivy and other criminals Their "transformation", but if it is not within the scope of his duties, then he will not choose to take action.

Robin threw the hook lock and flipped out from above. Through the window, he could see him unfolding his cloak and gliding in the silent night sky. Weiwei stared at the ventilation duct and said to herself: "It's time to change the ventilation method. The place where people can pass is blocked."

Hopefully this time, Robin won't be sent home by the gargoyle.

When she walked towards the door, the Poison Ivy girl who was waiting at the door sneered, raised her hand and squeezed Weiwei's face, her voice was like a swimming poisonous snake: "You are really a crazy little knight, let me plant flowers, don't you?" Didn't you think I would poison the plants?"

Poison Ivy is called Poison Ivy because she is not only good at manipulating plants, but also extracting toxins from plants. The gas she exhales can poison people. She is Gotham's famous rose with thorns, but Vivi grabbed it with her backhand. Her wrist wrapped a flower of evil thoughts around her arm: "I would rather you poison the Arkham engineering team under you and manipulate them to work. Even if they die, I won't feel sorry for you, murderer Be prepared to be killed."

"When I killed the guy who experimented on me, I was ready, kid," Seeing Vivi's reaction, Poison Ivy showed a dull expression, "So are you ready?"

Vivi glanced at her.

——What preparation does she need?

—she had been killed long ago.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, one car after another drove out of Blackgate Prison. The prison guard who drove the car with his back muscles tensed, got out of the car quickly after driving to the destination, as if he was transporting some terrible monster. non-prisoner.

Weiwei checked the main quests. After joining the Arkham talents, the estimated completion speed of the quests has been greatly increased. Presumably, the roses from the Rose Manor will bloom all over the streets of Gotham in the near future.

After she got the manor, the gold coin mall almost turned into a botanical garden, and a lot of plant seeds were refreshed. Weiwei turned back to the calendar and started buying props in bulk.

These plants will grow normally after transplanting, but if they are planted in the manor, they will grow successfully within three days, and, according to Poison Ivy: "The cuties are not willing to respond to me, what have you done?"

Of course they didn't respond to her. After all, these are seeds produced by the game system, and they grow in the system's rose garden. It would be unscientific if they were hooked up by Poison Ivy instead.

However, the East District will be more suitable for growing roses under the influence of props. I wonder how this "more suitable" will manifest?

Weiwei thought for a while, then scanned the flower of evil thoughts - this is a kind of flower that can grow without land, and the flower on Poison Ivy's arm is as reluctant to talk to her as the rose, but she likes this special plant very much , so carry it with you all the time, which is just convenient for Weiwei to monitor - and sweep the trees produced by another system.

With a wave of her hand, Weiwei purchased a thousand [Colorful Street Trees].