All Worlds Madhouse

Gotham City's super criminals have disappeared for many years, so the police in recent years lack experience in dealing with those weirdos. Fortunately, the police here have always been very strong in enforcement, so under the command of Chief Gordon, the ambulance was quickly blocked four blocks away.

Of course, the successful blocking of the ambulance had a lot to do with Ziliang's cooperation. He was afraid that those people would lose them, so he drove at the slowest speed, and all of them had surveillance cameras. Otherwise, if he stopped next to a small alley, went in to change his clothes, and when he came out, he would find a place with a lot of people and cover his head, and then scream along with everyone, then that would not be the case if he wanted to find him again. Simple.

On the street, more than a dozen police cars had surrounded Ziliang. The policemen were holding guns and staring at the ambulance in front of them without blinking, for fear of something happening again.

Ziliang didn't hold back anymore, he opened the car door cooperatively and walked out.

For a moment, all the police officers felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. "Crack, click, click," a series of sounds of bullets being loaded were heard.

"do not move!"

"Put the gun down!"

"You're surrounded!"

Okay, these are still some nonsense words. Zi Liang looked impatient after listening to them. He looked around with emptied eyes. Facing the roaring police and at least dozens of gun muzzles, he naturally held his hand in his hand. He took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it on the ground.

In fact, as soon as I threw the cigarette, a few people in the crowd shivered as if they were timid and conditioned reflexes, and some people even imagined that "there was a puff of smoke, and then the person disappeared." "This kind of endurance only appears in movies.

However, this kind of scene will definitely not appear, because as long as he walks out of his small hospital, Ziliang is just an ordinary person, so the cigarette was thrown to the ground and just bounced, nothing happened.

Then Ziliang slowly raised his hands and turned around in a normal circle, signaling to everyone that he had no weapons whatsoever, as if he was ending a performance.

The next second, no less than a dozen people rushed forward, tied up the robber, and handcuffed him.

Three hours later, Gotham Police Department.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open hard, and Chief Gordon walked in, throwing an in-ear microphone wrapped with thin wires and a bloody sleeve on the table.

At this moment, Ziliang was leaned back on the chair, wearing only the wrinkled shirt.

"Use your mobile phone to record the gunshots in advance, then use a lighter to seize the guard's pistol, take the hostage and lure the police over. Then you make the injured guard kneel at the door, tie everyone's hands and feet, and fasten the paper bags. That way no one can see what you did," Chief Gordon said calmly, "But right after that, you switched the guard's clothes with your own, put a paper bag on them, and pretended to be him kneeling at the door. In the meantime, you’ve been using this.”

Gordon picked up the in-ear microphone and compared it fiercely in front of Ziliang: "Then you pretended to be shot and walked towards us while talking to me in a paper bag. The microphone was wrapped around The line is tied to the door of the bank and will be removed as soon as you walk a certain length. In the end, you just need to pretend to be in great pain and let the medical staff carry you into the ambulance."

After Gordon said this, he sat on the chair opposite Ziliang and looked at him quietly.

"Hehe -" Ziliang smiled: "Did you come up with these after the fact, or did you adjust the bank's monitoring?"

Gordon completely ignored Ziliang. He leaned on the table, stood up and approached Ziliang in an extremely oppressive manner: "Who are you?"

"I told you, I am Ziliang."

"That's just a name. I checked your information. There is no one like you in Gotham City, and you are not in the entry records for six months. So who are you and how did you appear?"

"This——" Ziliang said in a long tone, as if he was thinking hard: "I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you."

"Why?"

"Because you don't understand, even if you understand, you will think that I am a psychopath."

Commissioner Gordon slammed the table: "Asshole, don't play tricks on me."

"Okay, okay." Ziliang shouted helplessly: "I am a traveler. I travel through time and space, breaking through the barriers between worlds, to find an element that makes up this universe, because..."

"Damn it!" Before Ziliang could finish speaking, Gordon pinched his eyebrows helplessly and cursed. Because he immediately realized that this bastard named Ziliang was the kind of person he least wanted to meet.

Whether they are criminals who think they are smart or murderers whose muscles are known for their violence, Gordon has many ways to deal with them, and his biggest headache is this kind of madman who cannot understand at all, because people don't know You don't know what he is doing, and you don't know what he wants. He is a person you can't understand at all. He is just like the person he was many years ago.

As soon as he recalled that guy, Gordon felt that his whole body was immersed in a strange coldness, as if he had returned to the darkest and most terrifying era.

"He is already dead. You saw him die with your own eyes."

Gordon kept thinking about it in his mind, and finally got rid of that crazy memory.

"Well, you seemed to be feeling very uncomfortable just now." Ziliang's voice came, seeming to be really concerned.

Gordon raised his head and looked at the guy who suddenly appeared carefully.

"You are simply mentally ill." He said as if to sum up.

Ziliang nodded immediately, as if he was very happy that the other party recognized this, and said as a reminder: "Yes, yes - a psycho, a mentally ill criminal who just bombed a bank."

Gordon stood up immediately. He did not punch or kick Ziliang, nor did he yell at him, because he knew that it would be useless. After fighting with various lunatics for so many years, it made him He summarized the simplest and most effective method.

That is, as long as they are caught, there is no need for any interrogation, and there is no need to try to understand them. In short, they can be locked up directly, and even the court trial can be omitted, otherwise they are very likely to fall into the trap they designed.

So, Gordon walked out of the interrogation room without saying anything.

"Just arrange the manpower. Send this bastard to Arkham Asylum right now. I'll communicate with the judge."

He said to a staff member on the side.