American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

After visiting the injured Arkham police officers in the hospital, Miaomu walked out to the side of the road and stomped his feet. The accumulated water on the ground had turned into ice, and the hot air from his mouth turned into white mist.

Miaomu tugged at his tattered coat, clasped his hands together and lit a cigarette, looking at a flock of pigeons flying in the sky, with an indescribable weirdness on his face.

He went to the Gotham Police Department for help last night. He was in charge of the Serious Crime Unit. Gordon, who took over the night shift, led the team personally to the Arkham Police Department to rescue the people and called an ambulance.

By the way, Gordon also used his secret technique to summon Batman!

Although there is no such high-end thing as the Bat Lantern that can be regarded as a landmark attraction in Gotham, Gordon and Batman have agreed on a way to help each other.

It wasn't until Gordon took out a carrier pigeon from the pigeon cage on the balcony of his house that Miaomu understood.

Their so-called confidential method of communication was carrier pigeons, a medieval device...but it was surprisingly useful if you thought about it carefully. At least there was no need to worry about eavesdropping.

The only problem is that we have to worry about this carrier pigeon being shot down from the sky and cooked to eat with wine.

But the location and reason have already been sent to Batman, so that guy will basically not be absent... probably...

Miao Mu was really worried about him. After all, he was Tonghu, and he had said so many harsh words last night...

"Fuck, you're a coward, do it while you're alive, and forget it when you die!"

Miao Mu roared viciously and walked to the other side. A shabby dark red Ford sedan stopped on the side of the road.

"Naomi!" Nygma leaned out of the car window and shouted.

Miao Mu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it on the ground, and walked over there, pulling his coat. "Why did you come out? Didn't I ask Otis to arrange for you to go to the metropolis?"

"With the enemy at hand, where do you want us to hide?"

Nygma smiled and patted the steering wheel, picked up a backpack from the passenger seat and handed it to Naegi, "I still rely on you for food, don't die! I got this from the police evidence department."

Miao Mu took the backpack, which was quite heavy. He opened it and saw a battery and half a glove inside. It looked familiar...

"Isn't this the guy who electrocutes people?" Miao Mu recognized him after taking a look. That guy had caused him a lot of trouble.

"It was all burnt, but I found a few parts, and I took apart some other things and put it together."

Nygma raised his finger and pointed at the diamond-shaped battery.

"This thing can only be used three times. Each use can stun an African elephant. It should be enough for you to defend yourself. There is not enough time, otherwise you could have prepared better."

Miao Mu looked at the equipment in his backpack, smiled with some emotion, and said casually: "It's very simple. Let alone a bronze tiger, even if it's a real tiger, I will beat him to death!"

"If it was a real tiger, I wouldn't have to bother with it."

Nygma yawned and said tiredly: "I actually feel like sleeping. It's rare... Just send this kid to school. Driving while tired is not good."

As he spoke, Nygma opened the back door of the car, and Jason, carrying a schoolbag, stepped out somewhat awkwardly.

A large light brown rat poked its head out of his schoolbag, holding a small piece of cake in its hand.

Miao Mu looked at Jason, shook his head helplessly, and closed the car door. "Go back to bed early. I'll treat you to breakfast tomorrow morning!"

As Nygma drove away, he reached out of the car window and gave him a middle finger. "If you die, I will make you into a mummy and sell you to those old nobles in Europe, and grind you into powder to drink as coffee!"

"Get lost, you are the aphrodisiac!"

Miao Mu cursed and laughed as he kicked the back of the car. He watched the Ford sedan leave and turned to look at Jason. "Okay, let's go to school."

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Arkham Asylum, in the basement laboratory.

A somewhat clumsy old doctor, wearing a dirty white coat, was cleaning the laboratory, monitoring data, and cleaning some experimental equipment.

When he cleaned the Joker's corpse culture tank, he showed a weird smile on his face, took out a pure green liquid from his pocket, and replaced the injected corpse preservative.

"What a perfect madness and chaos..."

He raised his black-gloved hand and stroked the glass jar with some obsession, "I haven't seen such a perfect work in two hundred years. It's a pity to let it lie here..."

"The day you wake up, let madness burn the entire Gotham, and summon my great Lord, Darkseid!!!"

"In the name of Barbatos, surrender, and you will gain eternal life, as well as all the chaos and madness!"

Hehehe, hahahahaha, the mocking shrill laughter echoed all around, as if the clown's soul heard these words, and was holding his stomach, laughing so hard that he rolled on the ground.

The door of the laboratory was pushed open, and a stream of white cold air rushed in from outside, making the room instantly several degrees colder.

"Dr. Hurt, are you done cleaning?"

Strange, who had just returned from Wayne Manor, took off his suit jacket, put on a white coat, and asked out of habit.

Simon Hurt is a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. However, in a place like this, no one really knows whether the patient is crazy or the doctor is crazy.

This is the case with poor Dr. Hurt, he is crazy, or to be more precise, he has no self anymore, he is like a walking corpse, a robot that only acts according to instructions.

When he was crazy in the early years, he liked to wander around the hospital at night, scaring some people, who thought it was the wandering ghost of Amadeus, the founder of Arkham Asylum.

Strange cured him and transformed his thoughts and cognition. Now he is Strange's loyal assistant and the attending physician of Arkham Asylum.

"Dr. Strange, I have finished cleaning for today. Patient 1621's consultation is at 10 a.m. I still have time to have a cup of coffee."

Simon Hutt said with a smile, putting the rag in his hand into his pocket. The smile on his face was very strange, and looked as fake as the smile on a plastic doll.

Strange has become accustomed to this kind of smile without emotion and feeling. After all, it was he who created it.

"Today's coffee must be delicious. I hope you remember to add sugar cubes, but not too much. Go out."

Strange waved his hand, like ordering a servant, and asked Simon Hurt to leave. He still needed to think about how to make Batman die quickly...

Bruce Wayne, what an interesting character...

Strange turned on the computer and checked the surveillance video of Simon Hurt in the laboratory. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he turned off the video and called up all the surveillance footage of Arkham Asylum.

Arkham has limited funding, so only a few important places are monitored, and the rest are monitored on critically ill patients.

This is a high-quality experiment... no, the objects of observation are all high-definition cameras purchased by some doctors at their own expense.

Whether their paper can be published in a higher level journal depends on these "lovely" patients, so they are willing to spend money on it.

But this just happened to help Strange. He took out a green gas tank from the drawer, shook it, and put it in his pocket.

Strange stood up and picked up the ward rounds list on the table. It was time for him to go to work and see those patients who could be cured.