All Worlds Madhouse

"Hello."

This is a call from Arkham Asylum to Gotham City Police Headquarters.

On both ends of the phone were the warden of the asylum: Quincy Sharp, and the chief of the Gotham Police Department: Jim Gordon.

"Commissioner Gordon, I'm sorry to call you so late, but you told me to pay attention to the new guy." The warden's voice rang through the phone: "That's the prisoner who blew up the bank. He Called Ziliang"

"What happened?" Gordon asked immediately.

He really asked Warden Quincy to keep an eye on that guy, because he gave him a feeling that he hadn't experienced in many years. It was a sense of crisis without any reason. Although the guy was caught in the end, the sense of crisis has not subsided for so many days. Sometimes Gordon even felt that the guy was caught just because he wanted to do that.

"That's not true." Quincy Sharp said: "But this guy is indeed a bit strange. He has been dishonest since the day he was imprisoned. He fights everywhere and has been sent to Professor Yang many times, but still has no results."

Gordon frowned. Of course he knew Professor Yang. In fact, without his acquiescence, there would be no such an inhumane 'infirmary' in Arkham Asylum.

"Professor Yang can't do anything about him? This is not a good sign." Gordon said hesitantly: "I have a hunch that he may be the most troublesome prisoner in these years. You have to keep an eye on him."

"Of course, this is my duty, and he has been put in the solitary room. I think he will change his stupid behavior a lot after he comes out." The warden said with a smile, and then, He seemed to suddenly think of something: "Oh, by the way, there is another strange thing. This guy seems to be very interested in the Arkham Asylum before the expansion. He said that he wants the original structural drawings in my computer."

After hearing these words, Director Gordon's muscles seemed to tense up suddenly: "What does he want that for?"

"He didn't say it, so don't worry. He won't get that thing in his life anyway."

Gordon nodded: "Okay, if he does anything strange again, remember to tell me."

"Of course," said the warden.

After a while of pleasantries, both parties hung up the phone.

Director Gordon rubbed his dry eyes, stood up and came to the window.

It has been two days and two nights, and he has not left his office. Murders, explosions, fights between gangs, and mountains of cases. In this city, these things are like the cry of a baby. They never happen. A day of rest. Over the years, sleepless days and nights like this have almost always accompanied him. Even Gordon himself is a little surprised that he has not collapsed under such high-intensity work.

The police car outside the window was dispatched again. It should be a break-in and robbery that had just been reported. The newly recruited police officers should be able to solve it.

Gordon thought, reached into his pocket and took out a small medicine bottle, poured out two tablets, and swallowed them without even using water.

This is a painkiller.

Ever since one day eight years ago, Gordon has been suffering from a very strange disease. His body began to hurt, sometimes in the skin, sometimes in muscles or bones. There was no trigger, and it just happened.

Fortunately, the doctor prescribed a medicine for him. To be honest, he didn't know what the medicine was. Of course, he didn't care. Anyway, the medicine worked very well for him, so he kept taking it. I have been eating this for many years and it has become a habit now.

After taking the medicine, Director Gordon seemed to feel a little more energetic. Sometimes he even felt that the medicine contained stimulant ingredients. It didn't matter, as long as it allowed him to continue working. Because this city is already much better than Gotham was eight years ago.

At least there are no more weirdos and no Batman.

The night passed quickly. There was always an endless fog in Gotham City in the morning, filling every corner, trying its best to cover up the smell of overnight garbage or blood in the alleys.

As usual, No. 22 Street in the city was still deserted.

However, with the appearance of a chubby figure, this deserted feeling was broken

This is a tall, fat man with a thick beard and a shiny forehead. Even in such a cold season, he is still naked from the waist up, with a dirty leather apron hanging on his chest.

With his big belly, Joey walked into an alley on the street. Several wild cats lazily raised their heads and glanced at him, but strangely they did not get up to avoid them. They just changed their positions and continued to sleep. .

Joey opened the hospital door and walked in unsteadily.

These days, he comes here every morning and then sits in the doctor's office for a while, because Ziliang specifically asked him to do this before leaving, and also threatened him that if he forgets, he will do it when he comes out. Kill the pigs he raised and eat their meat.

For Joey, this is almost like a life-threatening situation. There is nothing he can do about it, because his brain is a little hard to use, or his brain can't handle anything except raising pigs. Go in, so if you don't threaten him with the pig, then he will definitely forget about it the next day.

What? You ask a pig butcher why he cares so much about the life and death of pigs?

Please pay attention to your wording. Joey is not a "pig-killer" but a "pig-raiser". In his eyes, his pigs are much more valuable than you two-legged beasts walking on the street. If you dare to mention killing pigs in front of him, he will chop you up in the next second. Yes, his knife is not for killing pigs, but for chopping feed.

Therefore, in this small clinic, such an unconventional scene would appear every morning.

It's really unconventional. Fortunately, almost no one comes to this hospital. Otherwise, when the patient walks into the doctor's office, he will immediately see a fat man covered with oil sitting in the doctor's office, shirtless, with a He also had a rusty butcher's knife on his shoulder, which would probably make him squeal or make him sick.

But compared to these

At this moment, an even more unbelievable scene appeared in the hospital!

Because on the ceiling of the doctor's office, a large amount of blood began to seep out. They lay down along the edge of the wall, and seemed to be hindered by something halfway, spreading and converging in different directions.

Finally, three bloody characters were formed.

"Come to me"