American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Is the TV broken?" The fat owner of the second-hand furniture store in Arkham raised his hand and tapped the TV twice.

The snow on the TV screen disappeared, and a grayish-white video started playing on the screen. The picture quality was very poor, just like that from more than ten years ago.

The picture shows a group of people fighting. A man with a backpack passes by and meets the police who come to stop the fight.

The people who were fighting dispersed, but a backpacker passing by was arrested. The scene changed to a photo of Blackgate Prison with two red, ferocious characters on it: "Ten Years!"

A homeless man outside a used furniture store took out the bottle of wine in his pocket and drank from it after watching this scene on TV.

A large light brown rat poked its head out from his arms and ran away as if it didn't like the smell of alcohol.

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Gotham Chinatown at night.

Completely different from the cold Gothic and modern buildings in other places, the Chinatown here seems more lively and more down-to-earth.

Although the name is Chinatown, it is more like a small Asia, with small communities from many countries centered around Chinatown.

Miao Mu, wearing ordinary casual clothes and sunglasses, walked towards a dumpling shop. The location was quite remote, and there was a sign on the door that said "Zhou's Dumpling Shop".

When you walk in, you can see a few tables. The shop owner, who was busy in front of the stove, saw the customers coming and greeted them warmly: "Customers, please sit down! What would you like to eat?"

"No, I'm looking for someone."

Miaomu raised his hand and pointed to the corner next to him, but after he finished speaking, he smelled the aroma of the meat-filled dumplings and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Give me... two pounds of dumplings with pork and green onion filling."

"Okay, you take a seat first, I'll be right in!"

The boss smiled amiably, pressing the dumpling skins with the rolling pin in his hand. He wrapped the dumplings while putting them into the pot, and finished all the work by himself.

Miao Mu walked to the table against the wall. Sheriff Brock, who called him over, was eating a plate of dumplings and drinking a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

This unique way of eating made Miao Mu curl his lips, "No way, Boss Brock, aren't you going to make a dish?"

"That's enough for me. How have you been lately?"

Brock smiled, took another sip from the bottle, and reeked of alcohol. It seemed he hadn't changed his clothes in some time.

"Not bad. You didn't ask me out just to chat, did you? I have to be on duty tonight."

Miao Mu sat down, took a pair of chopsticks, and unceremoniously picked up a dumpling from Brock's plate and threw it into his mouth.

"Did you watch the news today? Another crazy guy."

"I've seen it. It's not surprising. You know best what Gotham is like. Is Sheriff Gordon okay?"

Brock shook his head. "Not good. I was transferred to the police training base to be an instructor for a bunch of young boys."

"You asked me to come out..."

"I want you to do me a favor. I have a case on hand, and it's a mess that Gordon threw at me. I plan to second you over to help for a few days."

"No time. We are also investigating a case. There was a homicide in our area last night and the case has not been closed yet."

Naegi refused directly. He really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Gotham Police Department. That place was no better than a sieve.

Moreover, Nygma had also looked up the case that Bullock was talking about in the Gotham Police Department's database, and whoever encountered it would be in trouble.

Because the investigation was about the gang boss Maroni and the Roman Farneco behind him, only Batman, who was not afraid of death, would dare to go there, so Gordon sent his wife and children away.

He was sent to the police training base before the investigation even began.

When Brock heard Naegi's refusal, he didn't say anything, just nodded and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp.

"You pay the bill!"

After Brock threw down a few words, he staggered away. It was too difficult to do anything in a muddy place.

"The guest, he..." The boss came over with a plate of dumplings and looked at Brock who was leaving.

"I'll pay for him and add it to mine."

Miaomu took the dumplings, picked up the chopsticks and started eating. When he was outnumbered, he didn't want to take the lead.

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After eating dumplings and paying the bill, Miaomu started strolling along the street. He had never been to Chinatown here before.

When he came here, Miaomu had another thing to do, which was to find the ex-wife of the deadly shooter Norton and help him pay two months' alimony. If he hadn't just received his salary, Miaomu would have been reluctant to do so.

Although Nygma thought this guy was dead, Naegi was very clear about the strength of the Death Shooter. He was at most seriously injured, and it would not be easy for him to die, so he took this opportunity to build some connections.

If someone wants to buy my head one day, I won’t be shot in the head because of the relationship.

Just as Miaomu was walking towards the home of the Death Shooter's ex-wife according to the address, a long-lost reminder suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Encounter treasure - discover obtainable items! ]

"Fuck! Where is it?!"

Miaomu suddenly perked up. He had been everywhere during this period of time and had not encountered a single reminder. He did not expect to encounter one here.

Having obtained treasure three times, the seedlings have accumulated experience. The treasures they can find are definitely ownerless, and secondly, they have some special abilities.

Just like the Wayne Ring, it is definitely not an ordinary thing, and no one knows about its existence.

Miaomu didn't even bother looking for the address, but ran directly to the place where he felt the connection. The location was quite far away, almost out of Chinatown, on that long street.

Miaomu, who was jogging all the way, suddenly stopped in front of a store and looked at the stone monkey on the windowsill.

The stone monkey is not big, only about the size of a book. It stands there, and is carved very realistically. Its two clenched fists are not made of stone, but iron, with traces of inlay on them.

The only problem was that the stone monkey statue was behind glass. Inside the store, Naegi looked up at the store sign.

“There have been pawnshops for thousands of years.”

After blinking, Miaomu walked straight in. There were few furnishings in the room. There was a large counter in front of him and bulletproof glass windows like those in a bank.

Sitting inside was a man in a mandarin jacket, rubbing a hand kettle. He looked to be in his early thirties. He just glanced at Miaomu and didn't care.

Among the people who come here, there are more people selling things than buying things, and more people using things as collateral for money than those redeeming things.

"I welcome you as a guest. What service do you need?"

The man sitting behind the counter held the microphone and spoke to the outside, and the voice came from the loudspeaker outside.

Miao Mu looked around the room, then walked directly to the window and picked up the stone monkey. As soon as he picked it up, the ability of this item emerged in his mind.

[Iron Fist Stone Monkey: Martial arts inheritance, can learn Iron Monkey Fist, one punch with four moves, extremely powerful, can be placed in practice state.]

In just a moment, Miaomu knew what the Iron Monkey Fist was. It had four moves in one punch: straight stab, forward thrust, and heavy punch.

Using the arms, shoulders, waist and horse to gather the whole body's strength, the moves are more powerful than Wing Chun's inch punch. The goal is to achieve continuous attacks with extreme explosiveness and destructive power, and the power keeps increasing.

However, excessive rigidity can lead to breakage, and fierce moves can also cause damage to the body, so strong liquor is used to relieve the fierce energy in the body.

"Sir?" the man sitting at the counter called out again.

Miao Mu finally came to his senses, and Stone Monkey turned around with his fist clenched, and asked in a deep voice: "How much is this?"

Even if he has to snatch this thing, Miaomu will get it. By placing a statue of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey, he can practice as if he has a master teaching him, and he can get inspirational guidance for every move.

"This... is something in our store and not for sale. Why don't you take a look at something else?" The man at the counter took a look at the stone monkey statue and shook his head.

"I want this, give you money!"

Miao Mu took out the salary bag he had just received from his pocket, without even opening the envelope. He tore off the seal on it, took out a stack of bills and threw it on the counter.

"You can say no, but look at this!"

Miaogi lifted up his sports jacket, revealing the police badge underneath and the pistol at his waist. The man at the counter instantly looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Forcing a smile on his face, the man said, "Please help yourself. It's just a stone monkey. You can take it if you like."

"Where did this thing come from?"

Miaomu took off his coat, wrapped up the Iron Fist Stone Monkey, tied it into a bundle and tied it around his waist and asked. He found that the treasures he found all had stories, so he wanted to know more about them.

"That thing? I really don't know. It was just on the windowsill when I moved here. I didn't pay much attention to it. What's wrong with it?"

The man at the counter asked curiously, even suspecting that there were some secrets he hadn't discovered.

"It's nothing, this thing is mine, look!"

Miaomu suddenly raised his hand, and his palm stabbed forward like a knife, then suddenly changed his move, bending the second joint of his fingers as strong as a spear, and then clenched his fist slightly to prepare for a strike.

At the same time, Miaomu changed his body shape, his waist and horse became one, and his whole arm punched forward like an angry dragon, in just two seconds.

One move has four transformations. If it hits a person, it would be like four heavy blows, especially the last move. Even through the bulletproof glass, the man behind the counter still felt the danger.