The Taoist who invaded American comics

Pass through the ordinary mental ward and follow the guards straight to the deepest part of Arkham Asylum.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or if the structure of the house itself means that the temperature gets lower as you go inside.

In the long corridor, with dim corridor lights all around, Wang Jing could clearly see the goosebumps rising on the guard's exposed skin.

An indescribable slippery coldness enveloped Wang Jing, as if he had entered not Arkham Asylum but the esophagus of a terrifying monster.

Not long after walking in this way, two rows of cubicles opposite Xiangjian were lined up, deep into the end of the dark corridor.

These small cubicles are all locked tightly with heavy iron doors. There are several lights on the iron doors, and you can tell that if there is no key, it is a big lock that cannot be opened at all.

There is only an extremely narrow window on the door, which can barely fit a plate through.

Before Wang Jing could get closer, the prisoner in the first psychiatric cell heard the footsteps of Wang Jing and the guard. He immediately started smashing the door crazily, yelling loudly while doing so.

"Who is it? Is this our lovely Dr. James? Come and see a doctor. No, I'm not sick. If you die, I'll tear you apart. And that damn Batman, I'll tear you all apart."

The hysterical roars are filled with madness and violence that would make ordinary people feel frightened just by hearing the sound. These are complete lunatics.

The sudden noise made Wang Jing frown.

"Ah, ah, ah, you are not James, who are you? But it doesn't matter, let's guess a riddle." The man in the plaid and striped prison uniform stared at his bloodshot red eyes, moving quickly and nervously. He desperately wanted to get out of here. Only two fist-sized windows squeezed out.

"I ask, I can fill a room, or a heart, others can have me, but I cannot be shared, what am I?"

Wang Jing's brows furrowed even more.

"Hahahahaha, guess not." The Riddler, who was originally a normal person, has become truly crazy after being captured and taken back to Arkham Asylum by Batman again and again.

There was saliva at the corner of his mouth and he was shouting crazily.

"Then it's okay to guess another one, it's okay, it's okay, let's guess another one hahahaha

No one can go against my will. I control the life and death of this country. The king is my pawn and the queen is my puppet. who I am"

Looking at the crazy Riddler in front of him, Wang Jing couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable murderous intention in his heart.

But in the face of Wang Jing's terrifying murderous intention that brought everything to a halt, none of these famous madmen and criminals in Gotham were timid. Instead, they all seemed to have been triggered by some mechanism, knocking on the iron door crazily and screaming. Yelling.

"Hahahahahahaha, is this a new friend here?" The scarecrow was as crazy as straw, with its hair messed up and banging its head against the iron door crazily.

"Oh my God, look at this pretty little face, just like a flower. Hahaha, she's actually a beautiful Asian girl. Hahaha. I really want to eat you." Half of it is a normal face, and half is like peeling. The two-faced man with leathery face leaned against the iron door with the skinned half of his face, crazily squeezing the narrow iron door.

The skinned face that was trying its best to squeeze out became even more disgusting under the confinement of the bars, and the exposed red flesh looked like a skinned frog.

"It's really noisy." Wang Jing frowned and walked to the Riddler's door expressionlessly.

He lowered his head and bent over, looking at the madman in front of him with clear eyes who had killed countless people and who loved to ask people riddles but had no answers.

Eye to eye with him, there was only an iron door between them.

"Hahahahahaha did you hear that? He actually said I was noisy?"

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There was a horrifying sound of a huge impact of the iron door, and the Riddler hit the window with a bloody head, and his eyes that seemed to explode seemed to eat Wang Jing.

His face changed in an instant, and the originally violent Riddler stopped. His face softened slightly: "But I decided to forgive you, yes, I decided to forgive you, but hey, you want it."

His expression became horrifying and crazy again, and even more crazy: "You have to guess my riddle correctly, boy like this, you have to guess my riddle correctly."

I can approach you quietly and keep you unaware of me, but when I show up, you will forever change who I am."

"You are paralyzed." The unprovoked murderous intention broke out at this moment. Wang Jing reached out and penetrated the thick iron door, and grabbed the Riddler with his well-muscled arms.

Who made him make such a noise?

"Don't you want to guess a riddle?" Wang Jing raised him in front of his face, scarlet blood flowing from his head all over the Riddler's face.

Looking at this man with vaguely clear eyes and an expressionless face, the Riddler, who had been tortured mad by Batman and Arkham Asylum, was terrified at this moment.

"Me me" he returned to his childhood memory of being domestically abused by his stepfather day and night.

"Let me ask you, what is your name?" Wang Jing said coldly.

"Ah, ah, my name is Edward Nygma." The Riddler no longer had the madness he had just now, and now he was just like a poor scared puppy, wagging its tail carefully.

"No." Wang Jing laughed.

"Ah, it shouldn't be, ah, I thought of me, my name is the Riddler, yes, my name is the Riddler." He was scared, he was really scared, the man in front of him was not a Gotham policeman, nor was he only arresting but not killing, he was always talking to They played house with Batman.

He will kill someone, he understands, but he doesn’t want to die

"Sorry, it's the wrong number." After saying that, the Riddler Wang Jing crushed his head.

Another watermelon, Wang Jing suddenly thought of Gemma Simmons.

He shook off the viscous liquid on his hands and turned to look at the other cells. Wang Jing's face began to calm down.

The quieter, calmer, more patient, and more indifferent he is, the more intense the turbulence hidden in his eyes boils.

He originally just wanted to visit, but found that he was in this chaotic world and couldn't stay out of it and practice Taoism on his own.

He couldn't bear to see his life being deprived of him, to see the weak being bullied, to see kindness being trampled on, and to see evil escaping and growing unscrupulously.

And in Gotham, in Arkham, this is a den of crime.

Evil comes in different sizes, but it is very difficult to determine the size.

A pervert who kills one person for fun, and a ferocious gangster who kills ten people, who is more evil between the two?

Or which one is more evil, a child who deliberately sets fire to death of his peers or a killer who just goes on a mission to kill a family of four.

This is difficult to determine, especially legally and ethically. Those who kill the most are guilty of great evil, and those who kill little are guilty of small crimes.