[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

Late at night, inside the Gotham Museum of Natural History.

After the night patrol, the security guards put the electric shock batons aside, sat in front of the surveillance platform, ate popcorn, drank beer, and watched the latest season of "The Walking Dead", exclaiming cheerfully from time to time, completely unaware of the museum's surveillance system It has been invaded by a mysterious force, and what is automatically played on the screen is the picture prepared by the intruder in advance.

Of course, even if there is an abnormality in the monitoring, the security guards will not suspend their rest because of the abnormality, and go out to inspect with electric shock batons.

This is Gotham, a sinful city where all sorts of weird and weird things can happen. They are just wage earners, and there is no need to put their lives on the line for two thousand dollars a month.

Going to work on time, leaving get off work on time, and getting paid on time is the best life.

……

Tick!Tick!

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the basement of the Museum of Natural History, and the blood-red cloak, whose hem was already tattered, fluttered in the wind, becoming the only bright color in the darkness.

The magically transformed black wolf followed the blood cloak hunter's footsteps, and its green eyes quickly scanned the basement full of display shelves.

The building area is more than [-] square meters.

There are nearly [-] display racks in total.

All stone specimens add up to more than a million pieces.

A single wolf could never—

As soon as Matthew's idea came into being, Hei Lang began to split himself.

One life two, two beget four, four beget eight...

Soon, Matthew was surrounded by magical black wolves.

thousands of...

Well-trained, they scatter towards the specimen display racks with a total number of nearly [-], sniffing, rummaging, and being meticulous.

After more than 20 minutes——

Harvest passed into Matthew's mind.

Go straight ten meters, turn left five degrees, the third row.

The blood cloak hunter who found the suspected dreamstone stone sample in the shortest time by using the infinite split value-added ability of the magic black wolf walked quickly to the target and stretched out his hand——

pat!

Starting from the fingertips, the entire arm, including the gloves, are cut open by invisible lines!

The incision did not have a drop of blood, reflecting the light of the diamond.

……

Gotham East...

Batman walked on this sinful land, and found the place specially marked by Matthew with almost no effort.

A run-down apartment building hidden behind a dump.

There was no one in the apartment, the corridor windows were open, and the night wind was blowing, and the half-closed doors swayed and creaked in disrepair.

There was a strong stench in the air, as if the apartment housed a serial killer's slaughterhouse.

Batman walked to a certain room where the only life response came out, and pushed open the door.

The room was very empty, the windows were open, the curtains were fluttering in the wind, a young man sat on the sofa by the window with his head down and hands down, beside the sofa was a standing desk lamp, the orange light was flickering on and off.

Hearing the sound, the young man with his head down raised his head——

He looks exactly like Jason Todd!

Batman also gasped.

Immediately afterwards, terror descended on the world.

The night wind blows, the desk lamp goes out, and the moonlight becomes the only light source in the room. "Jason" sitting on the sofa loses Jason's appearance, and turns into a bloody mess wearing Jason's clothes!

to be exact--

It was Jason when he was beaten to death with a crowbar by the Joker in front of Batman!

Blood splattered, skulls cracked!

This……

Pain struck, Batman clenched his fists subconsciously.

Fortunately, the table lamp was bright again at this time, and the bloody flesh on the sofa turned back into the familiar Jason Todd, wearing a combat uniform and smiling brightly.

He stood up, step by step, and walked towards Batman with warm eyes.

"I'm back, B. Although it doesn't conform to common sense, I have indeed been resurrected..." "Jason" said, "I can fight side by side with you again to maintain the peace of Gotham."

Batman didn't back down.

Looking at this "Jason" who may become bloody again because the lights go out at any time, he smiled and said, "Welcome back."

……

It was dark, but Gotham General Hospital was brightly lit.

In this city full of crime and violence, doctors are busy with work every day, even though most of them have no sense of responsibility to save lives.

"My God! Why is there another one!"

"Quick! Send it to the emergency room!"

"Plasma is not enough!"

"This guy is about to lose his heartbeat! Shock him immediately!"

……

In a busy and noisy environment, the short "March Hare" swaggered into the hospital.

——The body of the "March Rabbit" composed of the fragments of the Book of Destiny is now between existence and non-existence.

When it walked into the hospital like no one else, passed through the chaotic crowd, and walked deeper into the hospital, the busy crowd didn't notice it.

Even if someone accidentally captures the afterimage of the "March Rabbit" left in the space, they will forget this detail in the next second because of the automatic error correction function of the brain, and continue the annoying first aid work.

The patients were entangled in pain, and they even interpreted the image of the "March Hare" occasionally landing on the retina as an illusion of death.

but--

Has no one in the huge Gotham General Hospital really noticed the arrival of the "March Hare"?

It's not...

In the deepest ward on the fifth floor of the inpatient department, a man covered in bright red silk thread that only he could see was sitting on the bed, beating his chest, foaming at the mouth, and shouting, "He He's coming! He's coming! I hear his steps! Help! Help! Help me!"

Unfortunately, his family did not take his words seriously.

The family, who mistook him for another episode of epilepsy and paranoia, even suggested that nurses give the man a sedative shot.

The nurse also felt that he could not let him be so crazy, took out the syringe, and prepared to-

"no no!"

The man frantically grabbed the nurse's hand holding the syringe, and twisted it gently——

Click!

The nurse's hand was broken.

Broken bones pierced the skin, and the whiteness was exposed.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, there was a deafening scream!

"Help! Help! Helpme!"

However, it was too late.

The moment the nurse's wrist was broken, there was a crackling sound in the man's chest cavity, and an extremely dangerous substance that had been firmly sealed all this time leaked out. With the contraction and relaxation of the heart, it entered the blood vessels and flowed through the man's body. .

The man's body began to change. Densely dense blood tumor pustules the size of rice grains appeared on the surface of the skin, quickly occupying the whole body.

Immediately afterwards, the man's facial features and limbs were distorted.

Bones are also deformed.

Stretch, shorten, fold, bend...

1 minutes later--

The blood-red monster covered with blood tumors and pustules the size of rice grains sat up from the bed, dragged countless blood-red threads that only he could see, and walked in the screaming hospital corridor.

All those who unfortunately saw this scene—whether they were doctors, nurses, patients, or family members of patients—all trembled with frightened legs, and their minds went blank, leaving only the instinct to scream.

But when the blood-red monster walked past them dragging the blood-red thread, they all fell silent immediately, as if they had lost their minds, their eyes were dull, their bodies stiffened, they stood up mechanically, and returned to their respective rooms dumbly.

After a short period of noise, the fifth floor of the inpatient department fell into silence again, leaving only the dull footsteps of the blood-red monster.

pat!pat!

The sound of footsteps goes all the way down the floor, and there will always be noise wherever it goes, and then the noise will subside, and the monotonous footsteps will move forward unswervingly, marching...

pat!pat!

It was as quiet as if the footsteps were going straight to hell.

until--

It meets the voices that really come from hell.

"March Hare" stopped, raised the blood-stained ax high, and formed intense words in the air.

【Who are you?Why are you here? 】

【Who am I... Who am I...】

The monster looked at the "March Hare" hesitantly.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Millions of blood tumor pustules the size of rice grains all over the monster's body burst out eyeballs one after another.

Like the eyes inlaid on the face, the eyeballs bursting out of the pustules are all staring at the "March Hare".

Being watched by millions of eyes at the same time, the "March Hare" didn't seem to feel their gaze. The hand holding the ax did not tremble at all, and no cold sweat broke out from under the smooth white porcelain rabbit headgear.

He stood there calmly, like a lifeless machine, opened his legs and walked towards the monster.

One step, two steps, three steps...

With the steps of the "March Hare", countless bright red blood lines dragged around the monster that only the monster could see originally began to appear.

One, two, three, four, five...

More and more blood lines appear in this world, and the other end of each blood line is connected to a real and vivid life.

"March Hare" swung an axe.

Cut to the bloodline...

Snapped!

With one strike of the axe, hundreds of blood lines were cut off!

Another blow!

Hundreds of bloodlines were cut off!

The March Hare prepares to swing his ax for the third time.

At this time-

The blood-red monster suddenly opened its mouth, stretched out a tongue with an eye popping out of every pustule, and licked towards the March Hare!

On the tip of the tongue is a huge blood-red rolling—

eyeball!