American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Under an old apartment building, Miaomu was lying on the ground, holding a crowbar, and after working for a long time, he had removed all the floor tiles.

Outside, Jason held a sign saying "Construction in progress, drain unclogging" to stop others from coming.

Miao Mu removed the floor tiles, picked up a shovel and dug the ground a few times. If it wasn't a suitable place to dig, he would have wanted to get explosives and drill into the building and blow it up directly.

Because Jason found out from an old lady in her 90s who lived in the apartment building that there was a basement here in the past and many people lived there.

Later, the road surface was adjusted and the people living in the basement moved out, so the door was sealed. She had lived down there before. It was very close to the sewer and was very humid in the summer.

Miaogi wore the phantom cloak inside his clothes, sticking to his body like underwear, which was quite unique. With his previous experience of digging graves, he was very motivated this time.

With a clang, they reached the door and quickly dug out a hole. It was still a metal door. They knocked on it a few times with the shovel, and a hole was chiseled out on the rusty metal door.

Miaomu enlarged the hole a little more. It should be big enough for an adult to get in, but he didn't rush in. Instead, he lit a thin cigar and threw it in through the hole.

Watching the red light of the cigarette butt rolling all the way over without going out, Miaomu finally felt relieved, thinking that it is better to be cautious.

He crouched down and crawled into the cave. It was very spacious underneath. Miaomu shone a flashlight inside and found that it was indeed a basement. It was very spacious, with some furniture and other things scattered on the ground.

It was already covered with thick mold. Miaomu carefully sensed it and walked towards the innermost part.

The ground was soft when I stepped on it, and I had no idea how many layers of mold had grown on it. I didn't bring a mask when I came down, which was a bit of a miscalculation. Miaomu tied his sleeves around his face as a mask.

Walking all the way to the innermost part, you can hear the sound of water flushing in the sewer. Right next to the sewer, there is a broken wooden door with mushrooms growing on it, which was kicked open by Miaomu.

The rotten wooden door shattered into pieces in an instant, and a lot of spores and dust rose up.

Miaomu shone his flashlight inside. It was a single room, very narrow, with only a bed and a workbench. It was also covered in dust and overgrown with mold and mushrooms.

This side is closer to the sewer and is more humid. Miaomu walked to the workbench and reached out to wipe the thick mold on the table. Under the light of the flashlight, the metallic luster shone.

It was a silver lighter with beautiful patterns. Miaomu reached out and picked it up. It was heavy and substantial.

[Holy Flame Hammer: A magical item, a weapon made by a devout saint, which contains a sacred flame that can burn all evil spirits and sweep away darkness.]

"Weapon?" Miao Mu looked at the square-shaped lighter in his hand. It was purely mechanical, with a piece of flint on it. He could make fire by rubbing the wheel. It looked like it burned kerosene.

Miaomu raised his hand and placed it on the lighter wheel. He rubbed it hard, and with a sizzling sound, a ball of white flame suddenly burned up. The flame was more than one meter high.

It directly set all of Miaomu's hair on fire.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Miaomu quickly slapped his hair, then remembered his clothes and quickly put the hood on his head.

The flames dissipated instantly, leaving only the smell of burning hair lingering in the room. Miaomu touched his hair and gritted his teeth.

He looked at the lighter in his hand again and rubbed it with his fingers. This time, Miaomu moved the burning place away and released the flame towards the door. The maximum distance of one spray could be three meters.

But... this thing seems to be burning kerosene, because the flame is not as fierce as it was at the beginning.

After trying it several times, Miaomu finally understood how to use this thing. The power of the flame can be adjusted.

Holding a thin cigar in his mouth, Miaomu used the holy flame hammer to light the cigar. Needless to say, the smell of the cigar lit with the holy fire is simply extraordinary.

Miaomu held a thin cigar in his mouth and continued to wipe the dust in front of the workbench. When he saw something, he put it in the bag behind him and took it out.

But he did find something, or to be more precise, a blueprint, only one page, with a gun on it, which looked like a Winchester M1873 lever-action rifle.

A legendary weapon from the Civil War era, it has a lever-load mechanism and a magazine under the front barrel that can hold 5 rounds of bullets.

This type of gun was used from the war against Indians to the end of World War II, almost throughout the entire war, and is also a frequent guest in western cowboy movies.

However, the lever-action rifle on the blueprint is very different. It has special patterns and runes on it. It looks...

Miaomu reached out and took out the golden hexagram hanging around his neck, looked at the runes on it, and compared them.

There is indeed some similarity, this pattern...

Miaomu looked at the Holy Flame Hammer Lighter again. The pattern on it was almost the same. It looked a bit religious, as if it had something to do with the Vatican, and then he connected it to the manufacturer of this thing.

Pious saint, this is 100% the property of the Holy See, but... it now belongs to the Miao family!

If anyone dares to ask for it, then they can try this holy fire. It doesn't matter whether it burns or not. Anyway, it burns very hard.

Miaomu rolled up the drawing and put it into the backpack behind him. He stuffed all the tool knives on the table into the backpack and fumbled around on the bed.

He also wanted to find out whether the gun on the blueprint was in this room, but it seemed to be really gone.

After turning the floor over again and even knocking off the wall, Miaomu reluctantly walked out of the basement, crawled out of the basement, and filled the ground back up.

When Jason saw this, he hurried over to help. After the two of them finished laying the floor tiles, they ran away.

Standing on the roof, looking down at Kondinstein for a long time, he threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stomped it out. There were already more than a dozen cigarette butts on the ground, and an empty cigarette box.

Coming down from upstairs, Kondinstein stepped on the ground in disbelief, with an indescribable awkwardness on his face. He was sure that Naegi must have gotten something good from inside.

But he was very sad. This place was very close to the apartment building where he lived. It was just across the street. He had walked here...

"Shit luck..."

Kondinstein cursed uncomfortably, turned around and left. Two minutes later, he came back with a shovel.

What if there's something left in there?

That guy is definitely not a magician. He realized that he is just a lucky idiot.

No, not even half-baked. If I go down there myself, I will definitely make other discoveries. Why didn’t I discover this place first?

As he dug, Kondinstein felt heartbroken. Why was there no magic to find treasure? Damn it!

Turning his grief and anger into strength, Kondinstein's dark and rotten lungs dug a hole in the ground without even breathing. It might also be that the soil became soft because the seedlings had been dug before.

Kondinstein was not as cautious as Miaomu. Besides, others had gone in to explore and there was no danger.

After entering the basement, Kondinstein snapped his fingers and light emanated from his body. This was a thing that those charlatans used to fool people in the past, but the lighting was still very good.

Kondinstein didn't even need to look for the messy footprints on the ground. He walked straight in. Just one look at the burnt marks on the door frame, and his expression became serious.

As he deals with demons, he often has to prepare some things to restrain demons, such as the most useful holy water, which is tainted with a sacred aura, so he is very sensitive to this.

Kondinstein raised his hand and rubbed the burnt area with his fingers, then like a drug addict, he put his fingers in front of his nose and took a deep breath.

Then I sneezed. The smell was so good!

It is even more authentic than the source water taken from the rivers in the Holy Land and blessed by the Pope himself.

And it was fierce, like a flame, damn...

Kondinstein hurried into the house, which had been turned into a mess by the seedlings, and all the things that could be taken had been taken away.

However, Kondinstein still found some clues. His eyes had the skill to find five loopholes in one word in the contract of hell.

To be honest, even the demons in hell are too simple and honest. They are totally inferior to this black-hearted and rotten scum Kang.

Kondinstein raised his hand, and the light on his hand became brighter, and some marks appeared on the table. They were the marks left by things that had been left there for a long time, although they were very messy.

However, Kondinstein looked at the patterns and quickly reached out to touch them, extracting the traces from them.

He usually didn't like using magic, but this time was an exception. He looked at the floating traces and slowly reorganized them.

He immediately confirmed that this was a divine weapon, which might even be blessed by God. It was definitely not an ordinary thing.

The pattern above is a holy emblem used exclusively by the church tribunal.

Kondinstein has already begun to consider the possibility of killing Miaomu and snatching this thing away. This is a divine weapon!

The Vatican doesn't even have two of these things! There is only one cross sword, which is passed down from generation to generation within the Vatican and no one has ever seen it.

There are a few holy objects, but... all holy objects have serious side effects, or are simply consumables.

Constantine also had a holy object, the Shroud of Turin, which was only half a piece, the size of a palm, and when used, he drew thread from it.

Then they made fake shrouds and used them to burn for exorcism. Each time they were used, they became less and there was no way to replenish them.

Artifacts are different, they have no side effects. Any magic has a certain price, and Constantinstein is very clear about this. He paid the price the moment he became a magician.

However, Naegi, unaware that he was being targeted, drove away from Los Angeles in a Beetle with a dark red coffin tied to the roof of the car, which was very conspicuous.

Instead of going to Star City, they drove towards a deep mountain to look for the last treasure.