American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The elevator slowly rises and leaves here.

Bruce, sitting in a wheelchair, raised her hand to support her chin, turned on the Batcomputer, and checked what Naegi had told her last night.

"Ms. Brucey, it's time to eat. Has Mr. Naegi left?" Mrs. Afu walked over and looked around.

"He asked me to tell you that he's going to a far place, so he probably won't be able to eat the lunch you made."

Bruce repeated what Naemu had just said and raised her hand to search for information about Naemu in the database, but unfortunately found nothing.

Just like there is no such person in this world, there is no corresponding one, at least not in Gotham's various databases.

Bruce has activated the Amazon Congressional Database to search for people around the world who have information about seedlings.

"Mr. Naegi didn't say anything more about helping you with your treatment?" Mrs. Afu walked behind Brucey and asked while pushing the wheelchair.

"...I don't think he will forget. But please send the exoskeleton machine over first. I need to stand up. Also, please prepare a box of gold for me as the medical fee."

Mrs. Ah Fu nodded with a smile. "I have asked people to prepare, in addition to gold, some precious antiques. Perhaps those things will be more valuable, even in another world."

"Yeah." Bruce nodded, but there was still confusion and doubt on her face that was difficult to conceal.

After all, a person suddenly appears and says that he knows what will happen in the future. It will probably be like this, and the world will be destroyed.

Bruce recalled the look in Naegi's eyes and thought that perhaps the person who destroyed this world was herself.

"Miss, what kind of person do you think Mr. Naegi is?" Mrs. Afu, who was pushing the wheelchair, asked tentatively.

Bruce looked up at Mrs. Alfred and said, "I think you should stop imagining things."

"I thought you really wanted to retire."

Mrs. Alfu shook her head helplessly. She really hoped that Brucey would retire so that they could leave here and stay away.

"I will stand up again. I don't think the Batman in other worlds will be defeated by such a small injury."

"What about traveling? I can help you find a ship and organize a round-the-world trip. After all, you need time to recover."

"I'll think about it before talking."

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Miaomu, riding a modified motorcycle, sped along the road, the engine roaring furiously, like a wild beast that had not yet gone completely berserk, and the speed had already exceeded 110 mph.

Miaomu carefully sensed the situation around him, especially his intuition: the ownerless treasure, to the west!

At the next intersection, Naegi turned west and headed straight for a group of old-style houses that looked like remnants of the last century.

The motorcycle stopped in front of a dilapidated old house with broken glass, mottled walls, wildly growing weeds, and layers of ivy.

It makes this place look like it has been abandoned by humans and taken over by the savage nature.

Miaomu took off his helmet, looked around, walked inside, and the half-closed wooden door was kicked open.

The rotten wooden door could not withstand such rough treatment and was kicked into pieces with a clang.

The broken wooden boards gave off an unpleasant musty smell.

Miaomu walked in, followed his intuition, ran straight to a wall inside, and pushed it with his hand.

The partition of the wooden wall was empty in the middle. Miaomu pressed hard, grabbed the wooden board and broke it, then reached in and started digging.

Catching an iron box, Miaomu quickly took it out. It was a large biscuit box. He opened it with a click, and inside was something wrapped in layers of cotton cloth. It looked very different.

Miaomu picked up the cotton cloth. The feel and heaviness of it made Miaomu look expectant. He already had a guess.

The cotton cloth was opened layer by layer, and as expected, there was a revolver inside, with a very unique shape.

The gun handle has a lion relief and is gilded in style. There is also a decorative folding knife under the barrel.

As soon as he touched it, Naegi knew that this thing was extraordinary.

[Lion King's gun: a restrained weapon, used by the first person to rule Gotham. Divine gold is added to the gun body. The bullets fired have great damage to supernatural creatures. The folding spear contains a portion of N metal.]

Miaomu grabbed the Lion King's pistol, stretched out his hand and swung it. The folding bayonet under the barrel unfolded, the blade flashed coldly, and it was swung forward.

The dilapidated wooden wall was neatly cut with a tiny crack, just like foam cut by a blade.

There is no bullet in the cylinder, but the caliber is a very common 9mm pistol bullet.

Miaomu weighed the Lion King's pistol in his hand. One more or one less wouldn't make much either, so it could be used as a spare gun.

After inserting his pistol into his belt, Miaomu turned and walked out, hoping that the other things would be more fun to treasure hunt.

The motorcycle roared away from here, driving along the coastline, heading straight for a hill full of abandoned car frames, Indian Hill.

The things here are easy to find. They are on a big tree with strong vitality. To be precise, it is in the crow's nest at the top. It is quite high and the crow's nest is also quite big.

Miao Mu looked around habitually and saw only a few homeless women living in the rusty and dilapidated car frames in the abandoned car park.

When passing by here, of course they were too lazy to look up at the sky, they were just looking for something to sell.

Miaomu moved his palms, hooked his five fingers, and gripped the tree trunk firmly. His fingers penetrated the bark, and he pulled hard, then climbed up one step at a time.

On the top of the tree, the crow's nest was quite large and looked quite old. There were many things in it, including broken mirror pieces, pebbles, various coins, and several rings.

Miaomu also saw a roll of banknotes. The crow had the habit of collecting shiny things, but as for the banknotes, he accepted them with a smile.

Putting the banknotes into his pocket, Miaomu reached into the pile of crows' precious "collections" and began to search.

A coin fell into Naegi's hand. On the coin was a man's head, who looked a bit like the Roman Emperor Caesar.

Both the obverse and reverse are correct, it is a misprinted coin.

However, one side was severely rubbed, with scratches all over it, cutting through the portrait on the coin.

[Decision Coin: Selection object. When you encounter a difficult problem, entrust everything to the coin. There is no compromise. You only have the right to decide and choose. Come and choose...]

"Isn't this from the Two-Faced Man? The male version?" Miao Mu weighed the coin in his hand. This was an exclusive item of the Two-Faced Man.

Even the safety of Gotham, the survival of the city, and human life and death all depend on this coin.

However, Harvey Dent's coin is a fake replica of the double-sided head of the Statue of Liberty.

Well, there is also Harvey Dent's dark childhood, his alcoholic father, the beatings he received, the coin he flipped, the right and wrong that disappeared forever.

"What will the last one be?"

Miaomu flicked the coin with his fingers, and the coin spun and fell from the air, revealing the scratched side. In fact, Miaomu didn't think about anything in his mind, and this thing didn't choose anything.