"Hello......"

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

On both ends of the phone are the warden of the Asylum: Quincy Sharp, and the director of the Gotham Police Department: Jim Gordon.

"Chief Gordon, I'm sorry I'm calling you so late, but... you said to let me pay attention to the new one." The Warden's voice rang in the microphone: "It's the prisoner who blew the bank, his name is Ziliang..."

"Is something happened?" Gordon asked immediately.

He did ask Warden Quincy to stare at that guy because he gave himself a feeling that he hadn't seen for many years... It was a sense of crisis without reason. Although the guy was caught in the end, this sense of crisis has not subsided for so many days. Sometimes Gordon even felt that the reason why the man was caught was because he wanted to do that.

"No," said Quincy Sharp. "But this guy is indeed a bit strange. He has been dishonest since the day he entered prison, fighting everywhere, and sent him to Professor Yang's place many times, but it still has no results."

Gordon frowned. Of course he knew the character of Professor Yang. In fact, without his acquiescence, there would be no such an inhuman ‘infirm’ in Arkham asylum.

"Is Professor Yang unable to do anything to him? This is not a good sign." Gordon hesitated and said: "I have a premonition that he may be the most troublesome prisoner in these years. You have to pay attention to him."

"Of course, this is my duty, and he has been locked in the confinement room. I think he will make a big difference in his stupidity when he comes out." The warden said with a smile, and then he seemed to think of something suddenly: "Oh, by the way, there is another strange thing... This guy seems to be interested in the Arkham Asylum before the expansion, and he said he wanted the original structural drawings in my computer."

After hearing this, Director Gordon's muscles seemed to tense up suddenly: "What do he want that?"

"He didn't say that...but don't care, he won't get that thing in his life anyway."

Gordon nodded: "Well, if he has any strange moves, remember to tell me."

"Of course." said the warden.

......

After a wave of greetings, both parties hung up the phone.

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

It has been two days and two nights, and he has never left his office. He has murdered, exploded, gang fights, and mountainous cases. In this city, these things are like babies crying and never have a day of silence. Over the years, such sleepless days have almost always accompanied him. Even Gordon himself was a little surprised that he had not yet collapsed in such a high-intensity work.

The police car outside the window was dispatched again. It should be the robbery that had just been reported... Those newly-employed police officers should be able to solve it.

Gordon thought, reached out and took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out two pieces, and even the water was useless, so he swallowed it directly.

This is a painkiller.

Since one day eight years ago, Gordon has suffered a very strange disease. His body began to hurt, sometimes it was skin, sometimes it was muscles or bones. There was no cause, and he could come at any time.

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

After taking the medicine, Director Gordon seemed to be a little more energetic. Sometimes he even felt that the medicine contained stimulants, just do whatever it was, as long as he could continue working. Because this city is much better than Gotham eight years ago.

At least there are no those weirdos... and no Batman.

......

......

The night passed quickly. The morning in Gotham City always had endless mist, filling every corner, desperately covering up the smell of overnight garbage or blood in the alley.

As usual, the street in the city is still deserted and unrestrained.

However, with the emergence of a chubby figure, this desolation was broken...

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

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

Joey opened the hospital door and walked in staggeringly.

These days, he would come here every morning and sit in the doctor's office for a while, because Ziliang specifically told him to do this before leaving, and threatened him that if he forgot, he would kill the pig he raised to eat meat after he came out.

This is like being threatened by life for Joey, and there is nothing he can do, because he is a little bit unhealthy, or his brain can't put anything in except raising pigs, so if he doesn't threaten him with pigs, he will be sure to forget about this the next day.

What? You ask why a pig slayer is so concerned about the life or death of a pig?

Please note your words. Joey is not a "pig slaughter", but a "pig raising". In his eyes, his own pigs are much more precious than you two-legged beasts walking on the street. If you dare to kill pigs in front of him, he will chop you up in the next second... Oh, yes, his knife is not used to kill pigs, but to chop feed.

Therefore, in this small clinic, such a very inconsistent scene will appear every morning.

It was really inconsistent... Fortunately, there was almost no one coming to this hospital. Otherwise, after the patient walked into the doctor's office, he saw a fat man covered in oil sitting in the doctor's office, bare-armed and a rusty pig-killing knife on his waist. He probably would have screamed, and he would have been scared of illness.

But.....................

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

Because a large amount of blood began to seep out from the ceiling of the doctor's office. They lay down along the edge of the wall, and then spread in different directions halfway, as if they were obstructed.

Finally, three bloody big characters were formed.
Chapter completed!