Professor Yang... stayed in his infirmary for three days and three nights?

Could it be that he has been! Continuously! withstand those things?

At this moment, still suffering?

Is he... still alive?

These creepy questions came into the warden's mind.

"Don't worry, of course he is still alive." Ziliang seemed to see through Quincy Sharp's heart again and answered his question kindly: "I'm not a third-rate character like him. Believe me, if no one goes to put him down, he will never die in the electrocution...but in the hunger."

Ziliang's simple words instantly made Warden Quincy Sharp's whole body feel like it was trapped in an ice cellar. Of course he knew what this meant, but he didn't dare to imagine what Professor Yang had become at this moment. In fact, if Warden Quincy had not endured it, he would have almost vomited out now.

Look, people think that their psychological defenses are actually very easy to defeat.

"Okay... Give me... Give me some time." Warden Quincy was a smart man. He already understood his situation very well, so he naturally gave up struggling. He immediately turned on the computer and began to search for the original structural diagram of the Arkham Asylum before the expansion.

He is even afraid now, what if he can't find it.

......

Just as Ziliang thought, Professor Yang's story gave us Warden Quincy a lot of support and support. His work efficiency has been significantly improved a lot, not long after.

"Zi...Mr. Ziliang, found it." Quincy Sharp said, even his name has changed now.

Ziliang seemed very satisfied with Quincy Sharp's speed. He smiled and said, "Look, isn't this quite simple? After being motivated, people will always do some jobs that they think they are not competent for."

Warden Quincy didn't say anything. He could only do his best to cooperate with this guy named Ziliang... Of course, he was cursing in his heart when the Gotham Police Department would come over.

"As for the Gotham Police Station..." Ziliang said softly again: "You don't have to be so anxious. Half an hour ago, I had already sent you a crisis alert, but the Arkham Asylum was captured, which is not a trivial matter. I guess Director Gordon would not be stupid and rushed over immediately. Police preparation, weapon approval slips, and personnel allocation all take time. It's roughly estimated... When the police force arrives, it will take half an hour at the earliest."

Quincy Sharp was trembling all over. He looked at the person in front of him in shock... Can this guy see through people's thoughts?

"Of course I can't see through human thoughts. But most human thoughts are not difficult to guess." Ziliang said. At Quincy Sharp, his words have now become a low moan from hell: "As for what you are wondering now, why I am so calm even though I know the police are about to come... Haha... Who said I am not busy? I am so anxious now, I said, I am waiting for the police to arrive like you, and to be more precise, I am waiting for Jim Gordon."

“For…why?”

Ziliang took out the black note... and opened it casually.

At this moment, a "structural diagram of Arkham Asylum" has quietly appeared on the page.

Ziliang nodded with satisfaction: "As for why, I guess you will know soon... Of course, the premise is that you can live until then." He smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that Mr. Copper said that he wanted to talk to you..."

After saying this, Ziliang stood up and opened the office door. Outside the door, Mr. Coppert had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"To be honest, I haven't figured out yet what you want to do?" The penguin man raised his head and looked at Ziliang who was walking out of the office.

Ziliang seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and said, "It's very troublesome to say. In short, our deal is still going well. Now... he belongs to you." He signaled to Warden Quincy Sharp, who had already been in a terrified state in the office.

Copper also smiled: "Okay, but at least you have to tell me who you are?"

"Who?" Ziliang asked inexplicably: "Haha--it's not 'who', but...'what?'."

He said with a smile, then waved his hand: "Okay, I know you have a lot of problems, but now I have more important things to do. Keep your problems first, we will meet again anyway."

"When?" asked the Penguin.

"It was probably the 'next' seven or eight years ago." Ziliang missed the penguin man's body. He took out a cigarette and lit it, and said without looking back.

This sentence was extremely awkward. Mr. Coppert could hear it very clearly, but he didn't understand it. However, he knew that he no longer needed to ask anything more at this time. He just smiled at the back... and then turned around and walked into the warden's office.

"So, Mr. Quincy Sharp, now...it's your time with me."

He said, and closed the office door...

......

......

In the corridor, Joey followed Ziliang in the chaotic asylum.

"Uh...are you really walking around?" Old Joey asked while looking around. In his opinion, all the corridors here look similar.

Ziliang looked at the structural diagram on the notebook: "I remember telling you last time that you treated the route of the map as a pleat on the pig's body, so that you might cure your delusions."

Joey frowned: "Uh? Have you really said that? But where can pigs grow such pleats?"

"How could I know?" Ziliang muttered angrily.

In this way, the two guys walked while talking about boring topics. Soon, they arrived at a place that looked like a used door.

"Is it here?" Joey asked.

Ziliang closed the notebook: "Yes, comparing the Arkham Asylum 8 years ago with the current structure, it is easy to find a place that does not overlap in design."

"Oh..." Joey nodded, but in fact he didn't understand.

But he didn't care. Generally, in this case, he just had to do what Ziliang said.

So old Joey habitually lifted his belt, walked to the abandoned door, kicked the door open with a "bang"... The dust that had accumulated for countless years was shaken down.

"Ahem—"

Old Joey slapped the floating gray in front of him...
Chapter completed!