American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Aaron Cash was a man in his early thirties, dressed in an Arkham Asylum guard uniform with rubberized leather sewn on the cuffs to make it look bite-proof.

He was a very friendly person and welcomed the arrival of Naegi and his friends. He was much better than the other guard named Frank Bowles.

That guy just looked at Miaomu and the others with disdain, especially when he saw Miaomu, he almost said something stupid, that's why he didn't finish his sentence.

It was because Miaomu accidentally dropped his gun on the ground, and coincidentally the safety was turned off, causing the gun to go off.

With a bang, the bullet passed by Frank's thigh and hit the wall behind him, knocking off a piece of the wall.

It left an ugly scar on the white wall.

"Ouch, I'm so sorry!"

Miaogi bowed embarrassedly, and another gun fell out of his police uniform. It was a revolver!

Frank was like a frightened bird. The moment he saw the gun fall to the ground, he ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Milo next to him wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to, and he felt uncomfortable holding it back.

Naegi put away his revolver, turned to look at Guard Aaron, and followed the rules seriously: "We are police officers from the Arkham Police Department. Please take us to Dr. Strange's office."

"Ah... okay." Aaron hurriedly led the way.

In my heart, I was worried about Frank's bad temper. I always told him to be kind, but this time he hit a wall.

Arkham Asylum is a place where, due to the special nature of the work, there is a shortage of guards and basic staff, and recruitment is basically carried out every day.

Because they cannot use illegal immigrants with unknown origins and must have an identity card, the quality of the guards they hire is also uneven.

However, in contrast to the basic staff, Arkham Asylum has no shortage of doctors, let alone experts.

Here are the craziest cases and the most brutal mentally ill prisoners in the United States. There is really no shortage of doctors who want to study or write papers for themselves, or who want to treat these patients up close.

As he walked along the way, Miaomu saw several elites wearing white coats over suits, with position badges on their chests, all of whom were professional starters.

However, what they said made Miaomu and the others feel a chill on their backs.

Nurse: "Dr. Kellerman! Patient 67 bit the attendant and the injected anesthetic didn't work."

"Number 67? I remember he was feeling slow, go call someone!"

As Dr. Stis Kelman spoke, he ran over there holding a rubber mask. On the way, he saw Naegi and the others, or to be more precise, Guard Aaron.

"Aaron, it's just right, come over and help!"

Dr. Kelman shouted and ran out in a hurry. It was obvious that he was very familiar with this kind of thing.

"Dr. Strange's office is in front, you go first!" Aaron pointed to the office on the right side of the corridor in front, holding the rubber baton at his waist, and chased after them.

“It’s really not easy for these people.”

Milo stretched his neck and looked at the nurses, doctors, and guards who had disappeared behind him.

Naegi shook his head and walked towards Strange's office. When he entered, he took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, then pushed open the door.

The decoration of the office is quite nice, as the office area is upstairs, with metal floor-to-ceiling windows and Victorian style.

There is also a specimen of a lion's head hanging on the wall, and two black solid wood bookshelves filled with various bulky books.

It's not the kind of book that's just for show, but it has been read and carefully marked. You can see colorful bookmarks and paper clips on the pages.

Miaomu opened a book and took a look. It should be a book about cells, but it was full of professional terms and he couldn't understand it.

He casually put it back on the bookshelf and turned to look at the desk in the room, which still had a black marble top.

On top was a computer, and a bowl of...chips.

Mm, it's tomato-flavored and very crispy.

Under Milo's somewhat embarrassed gaze, Miaomu tasted the whole bowl of potato chips, rubbed his fingers and commented:

"I still like barbecue-flavored potato chips."

Miaomu is not worried about poisoning or anything like that. It is definitely safe to put it on the surface, but it is hard to say about the other things.

Taking off his gloves, Miaomu reached out and opened the drawer, which also contained some trivial office supplies. Milo checked the cases on this side.

The two searched around but didn't find any "evidence".

There was no evidence in the first place, but Miaomu was not very reassured, after all, if he was talking about the bald man who was rather perverted, he was a good guy.

I absolutely do not approve of the seedlings, and they are on my own territory. Is it okay not to examine them carefully?

Miaogi turned around and looked at the wall behind the desk. There was nothing on it, no portraits or oil paintings as commonly seen in movies, and there was a safe hidden at the back.

This obviously meant nothing... Just when he was about to give up, Milo found something, a business card in the trash can.

It was black with a ship's rudder pattern on it and the name of the business card on the back: The Scoundrel Bar. The address was at Dixon Wharf.

"I know this place." Milo said, waving the business card in his hand.

"This is a place where sailors and hooligans gather. It is said that if you are not bad enough, you can't get in."

"You know a lot about it, have you been there?"

Miao Mu took the business card and looked at it anyway, then turned to look at the furnishings in the office.

Is it normal for a psychology and psychiatry expert to have a business card of a third-rate bar in the trash can of his office?

It's normal... The Supermassive next door is full of aliens, so it's normal for psychologists to go there to study and research psychological behavior.

Milo shook his head. "No, I just heard about it. When I was at the police training base, I saw the sailors there fighting."

Naegi turned around and glanced around the office again, looking at the books on the bookshelf, then moved closer to the bookshelf and looked at the thin layer of dust on it. There was a book that was often moved.

Reaching out and touching the spine of the book, Naegi pulled out a black leather-bound book, and as soon as he opened it, he saw the clippings inside.

That blurry newspaper headline photo of Batman.

It seems that someone has already noticed this big star in Gotham City, but it is unknown how far he is from being a perverted fan.

"Let's go to the Villain Bar."

Miao Mu closed the book, put it back to its original place, clapped his hands and walked out, "By the way, if it's convenient, let's go to the police training center. Do you know where it is?"

"I know." Milo hurriedly followed and asked curiously: "Police Training Center, what are we going to do there?"

"Look at the guardian of Gotham's police force, old man Gordon." Miao Mu teased with a slight smile, "By the way... find him for a meal, I'm hungry."