American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Sitting on the rubble, Miaomu realized that his soul had been dragged into hell, just like a psychic.

Kondinstein also used this ability, but he needed a medium, namely water, to complete this operation.

In the state of near death, some people with special gifts and psychic powers can also see hell and still leave it alive.

Well, this is also Kontin. After all, after committing suicide, he witnessed the scenes of hell with his own eyes, so this guy chose to become an exorcist to exchange for an indulgence from God to enter heaven.

"Okay, now you can listen to me, right? If not, I can throw you into that volcano to wash you off."

The clown walked over slowly with his hands behind his back. Miaomu turned to look at him and snorted coldly.

"I need you to help me do something. It's too boring here and I want to go out." The clown shrugged helplessly.

This place is really fun, it's like a huge amusement park for clowns, but it's empty. No matter how fun the amusement park is, it's not fun if you're the only one there.

"You'd better stay here and accept punishment for what you have done. Hell is the place for bastards like you. I salute God."

Naegi raised his hand and saluted.

"What if Gotham falls down too?"

The clown grinned as if he had planned it all along. "Don't think you can run away. You can't!"

After saying that, the clown grabbed Naegi's hand, and the scorching hellfire suddenly woke Naegi up.

Miao Mu looked around and found that he was still in the toilet of the police station. Water was pouring out of the broken water pipe.

"Is it a dream?" Miaomu looked at the shattered glass mirror in front of him, then looked down at the brand on his wrist, which was stuck on it like a black tattoo, with magma-like lines in the middle.

"Damn it, clown!!!"

Naegi yelled out loud, and then the clown's voice sounded in his mind, along with a series of memories.

"You know what you should do. We may all be considered comrades-in-arms. I like this title, even though I don't like you."

A series of memories emerged in his mind, almost bursting his head and making Naegi almost faint.

The toilet door was pushed open. Someone discovered that there was a water leak and came in to check. Miaomu hid aside with one hand holding the wall, soothing the bloating in his brain and extracting useful information.

Malebolgia, the devil of hell, Kondinstein, Faust, Advent, the army of hell, the spear of destiny...

No! In the Joker's noisy memory, Naegi saw a strange picture, Arkham Asylum... late at night, a dirty white coat, and a plastic expression.

"That doctor!" Miao Mu reacted immediately, and without caring about the dizzy feeling, he ran out.

Just like a drunk, he staggered and knocked over the policeman who was standing at the toilet door and peeking inside, then Miaomu ran outside.

Gordon, who was taking pictures in the hall, saw Miaomu running over and quickly raised his hand and shouted: "Miaomu, let's take a picture together."

Miao Mu didn't hear his voice, but just repeated the memory of some places in his mind over and over again.

He didn't dare to repeat the memory of the clown, but for some parts, selective viewing was still possible.

Especially that doctor, damn it, it was the first time that Miaomu felt such regret and hatred, the darkness under the lamp touched his face!

However, after hearing the doctor shouting in a crazy voice: He is Barbatos, and his master is Darkseid.

Miao Mu almost bumped his head against a roadside electric pole. These two guys are completely different, right?

Even though he was dizzy and his body was a little slow to react, Naegi's brain still remembered clearly that Barbatos was the ruler of the dark multiverse and the god of darkness in the DC universe.

The original body is a black dimensional dragon, and its original job is to destroy the distorted and impermanent universe.

He asked the craftsman "the third party" to rebuild a new universe, but Barbatos killed the craftsman "the third party" and became the god of darkness, the synonym of despair, and the god of bats.

Darkseid is one of the most terrifying New Gods in the DC Universe and the ruler of Apokolips. He is so powerful that even the Green Lantern Corps in the universe have been annihilated by him.

However, it is impossible for these two terrifying guys to have any connection or interference. They are just like the meteors in the sky and the shadows in the palace. They do not exist in the same place at all.

Miaomu held onto the electric pole and slowly squatted down. With trembling fingers, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket, held a cigarette between his lips, and reached for the lighter.

A flame was handed over to him. Miaomu looked up and found that the man looked familiar, but Miaomu was too drowsy to pay attention to him. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The sweet smell of strawberry filled the air, with a hint of tobacco. I don't know how much flavor was added, but it didn't have the bitter taste of tobacco and was not very pleasant to smoke.

Continuing to sort out the memories in his mind, Naegi noticed another clown. Damn... there were two of them.

But Naegi also noticed one thing, that the clown already had the Dionysus factor in his body, which was a high-purity liquid metal, making it more difficult to kill him.

Constantinstein made a deal with the Lord of Hell, and that Lord's minions soon rushed to Gotham.

Naemu, holding a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and his mind kept flashing through some of the clown's experiences, with the focus still on the vicinity...

No, there is another demon. Has this damn Gotham City become a den of demons? So many of them suddenly appeared.

However, after seeing the Spear of Destiny, Naegi just wanted to slap himself in the face. Hell was connected to Gotham, turning the entire Gotham into part of hell's territory.

"Did you see that? It always makes people feel helpless. Why did such a happy place become like this?"

The clown's voice rang in Naegi's ears.

Naegi looked down at his wrist. The tattoo-like mark on it was flickering slightly. It was this that allowed the clown to convey the voice from hell.

"Tell me, you don't want Gotham to become a boring hell, do you?" Miao Mu knocked the ash off the cigarette with his hand.

I dare not say for others, but the villains in Gotham all have a strong sense of being the protagonist. They can demolish and blow up Gotham, but if villains from other places want to take it down, they will at least get beaten up.

The ones who care about Gotham more than Batman are these villains. As the leader among the villains, the Joker is second to none, otherwise he would not have found his own head.

Naegi took a puff of the cigarette, but he felt that the one that the Joker prepared in the Gotham Police Department bathroom was not prepared for him.

"If I had known it was you, I would have stuffed a bunch of bombs in your pocket and made you roll down early!"

"Shut up and tell me what to do?" Naegi asked to himself. He didn't want to have anything to do with the clown at all, but given the current situation, they actually had to cooperate. It was really hilarious.

"You need to find a body. Those demon kings want to get out of hell and need a host body..."

The Joker paused, "Oops, I think I forgot my birthday cake."

Miao Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but after thinking randomly, he immediately found the situation where the clown met Faust.

And there are the two corpses overlapping on the magic circle.