[Comprehensive] Arkham Fan Group System

For the rest of my life, if only I had rung the bell... we would never have gotten out of here if we hadn't rung the bell.So you see, the truth is a secret in a box, and you hold the box and you don't know if you're going to pull a screaming cat out of it, or something..."

Tom thought for a while, and said helplessly: "This is the problem of smart people, they always think too much and toss themselves."

"This is the problem with wisdom itself. It always makes people live in the pain of not knowing but wanting to know." Dilo joked: "I guess our ancestors evolved from apes to humans, and they were ready to pay such a price." gone."

"Tsk, you go out once, and you become more and more cultured." Tom reached out and knocked on the iron railing, "The food delivery man is here, and he came quite early today, haha."

The prison guard who delivered the food put a plastic dinner plate into the small window, without any metal objects, and even the drinks were served in paper cups.It is said that in some prisons, because of the use of Tetra Pak packaged drinks, the prisoners unpacked the package and carefully tore off a layer of tin foil inside to use as a igniter, which almost didn't make any big news.

Batman is indeed cautious, Dilo sneered in his heart, wondering if he came to Arkham to squat in the classroom for a few days to do experiments?He raised the corners of his mouth, but froze again, this was the emotion of the devil's brain, not his own.

Dilo was afraid that one day, his self-awareness would be completely assimilated by the demon brain, just like those memories about the past that were drilled in his brain, and they could not be driven away.

Arkham food is like shit, different colored shit mixed together.Dilo mechanically delivered the sticky semi-liquid food to his mouth with a paper spoon, and took a sip of the orange-flavored drink in the paper cup from time to time. It is estimated that the daily vitamins provided to prisoners depend on this cup of stuff.

"New taste," Tom commented.

Dilo nodded, and found a trace of memory in the past few days of escape. It was an advertisement he saw when eating in a small restaurant. He said to Tom: "Mr. Hao's health drink is very popular in Gotham recently. , I saw the advertisement outside."

"Good sir, don't you make breakfast cereals?"

"God knows, but it's not bad to drink, and it's said that it's cheap and can supplement various vitamins." Dilo raised his head and drank up Mr. Hao Hao's new brand of drink.

Ever since he was recaptured by Batman, he has been a little disheartened, feeling that his life has no hope.To be honest, maybe the rest of my life will be spent in Arkham, researching which day the food is better for.

What?Don't talk to him about the system!Everything in the system needs points, so what chance does he have to take down Batman?As for arrears before repayment, the system said that he has already taken out loans three times, and the next time he borrows 1000 points, the daily interest is 100 points. Hehe, is this forcing him to kill Batman?

The Hidden Blade was taken away by Batman, and Dilo looked at the empty arm, still a little uncomfortable.His Eagle Eye ability was still there, and he could clearly see through the corridor, and he saw that the clown's cell was still empty.

At least it's good news, at least there will be no need to hear "hahahaha" mental attacks for a short time.

Dilo rolled his eyes, thinking bitterly.

The nights in Gotham have been a little more lively recently, not because the criminals have started to revel, but because the World Cup is coming again.Whether it is the capital of crime or not, sports competition is a common hobby of human beings, good or evil.

Faced with the risk of being targeted by the Gotham gang, people still gathered in the bar, opened bottle after bottle of beer, watched the fierce competition on the TV in the bar, and from time to time made loud noises like explosions or booed.

Bar owner Joe directed several bartenders to bring bottles of beer to the dizzy guests watching the football game, as well as onion rings, French fries and other snacks as snacks.At such times, even the most stingy person doesn't care much about the price.

He loves the World Cup, and Joe hummed a ditty and poured two large glasses of craft beer, happy in his heart, using his skillful and delicate mental calculation to estimate how much money he could make this night.

"Have another glass." The bearded man on the bar pushed the empty glass with only beer foam left, and said excitedly with a little drunkenness: "I've made a lot of money these days, Joe, haha, it's not good to be so stingy." Buy me a drink."

"First pay back the debt you owed before." Joe was not polite, and immediately turned back. This man is a frequent visitor to the bar and a dock worker. He is known as "Alan the Beard". Joe is an old friend who has known him for many years.

The bearded Allen shook his head indifferently, picked a softened onion ring from the snack plate, and fed it to the little boy sitting next to him. The child was about five or six years old, and he seemed to understand Followed the football game knowingly, with upper eyelids touching lower eyelids.

Joe felt a little distressed when he saw it, and put the filled beer in front of Alan with a "bang", staring and saying: "Your son is going to bed, and I don't want to see what time it is. Your wife died early, and the child followed him." You suffer."

"Leave the boy at home and no one will watch." The bearded man didn't think so, and patted the back of the boy's head, "I have to go to work tomorrow, but he is comfortable and can sleep at home until full, I haven't complained yet."

Joe shook his head resignedly.It's not that Allen doesn't like his son, it's just that they grew up on the streets since they were young, especially men, how do they know how to raise children?

"It's not the rich man's precious young master." The worker next to him leaned over and muttered, and his eyes returned to the TV.

Joe didn't intend to persuade Alan any more, but just went into the back kitchen, brought a bottle of Mr. Good Man's drink for the child, and brought some snacks and sweets that the child loved.The bearded man took a look, but didn't make a sound, just watched the football game by himself.

The little boy may have lost his mother when he was very young, so he was very sensible. He said "thank you" softly, and then happily ate drinks and snacks. The father and son watched the football game and ate together, cuddling together showing a touch of warmth Come.

People were obsessed with the all-night ball game, and Alan who was cheering didn't see it, and Joe, who was busy making money, didn't see it either. The little boy sitting on the bar and eating snacks couldn't hold back and fell asleep, with small biscuit crumbs on the corner of his mouth , the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then stopped moving, and the small body was so silent that there was no ups and downs.

The ball game supported by the people in the bar finally won, and everyone cheered. The boy who was sleeping on his stomach on the bar opened his eyes abruptly, but those timid eyes were empty and greedy, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and there was no expression on his face.

He opened his mouth, and human teeth the size of rice grains seemed to be pushed up by something, and fell one by one into the drink and snack plates.He stretched out his small hand to wipe his mouth, and threw a handful of teeth on the table casually. The slightly opened mouth showed sharp fangs, one next to the other, and what he bit was a row of blood holes.

The boy... No, it should be said that this resurrected monster licked its fangs with its slender tongue, and its nostrils vibrated slightly, as if smelling the smell of human blood in the air. His human nails peeled off to the ground, revealing sharp claws , the small body jumped on the unsuspecting bearded Ailu like lightning, nailed the man's shoulder blades with his claws, pierced the bone directly, and then buried his head in the side of the neck, tearing off the soft and fragile skin in large chunks to sip drink.

In an instant, the people in that area were in chaos, but there were too many people in the bar, and the people inside were terrified, but the people outside didn't know what happened.However, most of the people in Gotham are well-informed. I don’t know how many winds and waves have passed. Soon, a few more courageous workers tried to subdue the monster and save the bearded man... But there was something wrong with the bearded man and the bearded man. The saviors also began to mutate. Compared with five or six-year-old children, these strong men turned into monsters that were more terrifying.

Now, people really fell into panic.No matter what turned Allen and his son into monsters, this kind of thing will be contagious, even if it is not bitten, as long as it is close to it, it will be contagious! !

However, it was too late to escape at this time.

People are mutating in the crowd one after another, and the mutating speed is getting faster and faster. It is unknown who is betting on the door of the bar.The rest of the people tried to knock on the window or turn out of the toilet, but the mutated monster moved too fast, usually feeling a chill in the neck and pain in the collarbone, leaving only the last scream of life.

The whole bar instantly turned into hell on earth.However, what the people who died tragically here didn’t know was that this kind of thing didn’t just happen in a bar, it also happened in dark streets, office buildings working overtime late at night, dim and warm homes...even the cold and terrifying Arkham Mental Hospital .

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☆, schadenfreude

It happened in the second half of the night, after Batman finished his night patrol, maybe that was the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes.Bruce just lay down, trying to get a few hours of sleep before the sun came up, so he could have the energy for tomorrow morning's board meeting...well, although he usually catches up on it at the boardroom.

But the fact is that he had just changed his clothes and fell asleep less than 10 minutes later, the alarm in the Batcave started beeping, and the bat lights in the huge night sky of Gotham were accompanied by the sound of sharp sirens.

Bruce hadn't slept soundly at first, and as soon as he thought of the alarm bell at hand, he got up suddenly, opened the curtains and looked up to see the dazzling bat lights, and two police helicopters hovering in the distance.

Something happened, and his heart trembled.

After a while, Dick, who lived in the guest room, also ran out, wearing a pair of underwear all over his body, and he didn't pay attention to it. While putting on Ye Yi's uniform, he asked his adoptive father, "Ah Fu hasn't woken up yet?"

It's so late, the old butler should have gone to bed long ago, but he also has an alarm connected to the Batcave, and he will definitely come over as soon as he hears the alarm, which shouldn't be slower than Dick who lives in the guest room.

Bruce put on his coat and asked Dick to go to Ah Fu first. He had some ominous premonition in his heart, but he couldn't leave Gotham where the accident happened.After opening the mechanism, he walked quickly along the secret passage to the Bat Cave with a cold face, and quickly changed his clothes.

Director Gordon was already waiting there, turned on the video signal, and Batman saw the anxious and ugly expression on his face. He explained the situation in Gotham in a few words: "I suspect it is a new type of virus. It must be man-made to break out so quickly. The mayor has ordered martial law and collected samples to be sent to the laboratory for urgent processing. Do you want me to keep a sample for you, or do you collect it yourself?"

"I will find someone to deal with it." Batman said in a low voice. Gotham Lab is not bad, but it is definitely not as good as the Batcave and Wayne Technology's equipment. You must know that Wayne Technology also uses part of Kryptonian technology.

"There are monsters everywhere on the streets now, and only one-tenth of the police personnel are not infected and can still be used. We can only guard a few important places, such as the city hall and the police station." Gordon Feeling deeply powerless, "Now Gotham can only come in and out, I'm afraid it has alarmed Washington, if they think Gotham is full of infected people..."

Who knows what crazy moves those politicians in Washington will make to protect themselves.

"I understand, you just need to keep your positions and don't call out the police." Batman said coldly, "Before the samples are analyzed, all the police officers are told not to eat anything, including water."

Gordon was surprised: "You suspect—"

"This is not an infectious virus." Batman judged calmly. Generally, infectious viruses have one or several outbreak points, and then spread wildly outward from the center of the circle. Generally, several clear infection paths can be seen, but the situation in Gotham It's more like a random burst, some people are recruited and others are not.

The murderer must have poisoned a large area, but this kind of poison is useless to some people.

After giving Gordon a few more words, Batman turned off the communication.The top priority now is to find suitable and sufficient samples for immediate analysis. The chaos in Gotham is no longer something he can stop alone. He can only send as many people who are not poisoned to a safe place to hide as possible.

The red dot of the communicator lit up, and Batman frowned deeply when he saw that it was Nightwing who contacted him.Dick is obviously in Wayne Manor, what kind of emergency can prevent Dick from going to the Batcave in time to talk to him face to face?

"Bruce..." Ye Yi's voice was hurried on the other end, as if caught in a fight, and there was the sound of broken porcelain, "Bruce, Ah Fu is infected, I'm trying to find a way to restrain him, of course, without hurting him It's a bit difficult under the circumstances, give me some more time."

Bruce's heart sank. He heard a beast-like howl from the opposite side. Although it had changed, he could still recognize that the voice belonged to Ah Fu, the old man who took care of him and grew up like a father.

Alfred...

When the drastic changes occurred in Gotham, Dilo had just fallen asleep. Because of the constant nightmares, he closed his eyes every night until he couldn't bear it. When he came and went, there were thick dark circles under his eyes.

In a brief dream, he found himself back in the Glenn family's old house again, but this time he didn't dream of the two younger sisters, but only saw his father and mother arguing in the study.

The little boy walked over, his father stopped talking, looked at him with gentle eyes, reached out and hugged little Dilo, and put him on his lap, which allowed him to see the notebook spread out on his father's desk.

This notebook looks old and expensive. The inside pages are all old parchment, and the spine is inlaid with gems the size of rice grains, outlining a pattern like a constellation.

The words written in emerald green ink on it are like a password, and I can’t understand it, but the illustration in the lower right corner surprised Little Dilo. It was also drawn in ink, and the messy strokes looked like an abstract style, but the monster The ferocious and dark appearance and the row of fangs in the mouth are clearly visible. The key is that this illustration fully depicts the evil spirit of the monster, as if it will rush to the face in the next moment.

Anthony followed his son's line of sight to see the notebook, and immediately closed it with his hand, and covered the old sheepskin notebook with ordinary letter paper, but it still leaked a little for Dilo to see.

The inner page is parchment, but the outermost layer of skin is so smooth and delicate, it looks a bit like pigskin, but not quite like it.It was still inlaid with various colored rice gemstones like a magic circle. Little Dilo tilted his head, quickly forgot about it under his father's gentle offensive, and turned his attention back to Anthony's freshly trimmed mustache.

"Alas, this can't be pulled out." Anthony stopped the brat dumbfounded.

The screams and commotions from afar woke up Dilo from his dream. In the dark night, he half got up, the quilt slipped halfway, and he opened a pair of emerald green eyes and listened with pricked ears.

The screams were getting closer and louder, and Dilo's heart was thumping, and he couldn't sit still.

"You have a bad feeling too?" Tom asked quietly.

Dilo touched the heart that seemed to be clenched tightly, opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse like a human: "I feel bad, something is coming, but I don't know, Tom, be careful."

The sound finally reached here, and the panicked human footsteps stopped abruptly at the door of Dilo's cell. A small black flashlight rolled down the ground and fell to the corner, shooting a beam of light into the darkness.

Both Dilo and Tom were too frightened to make a sound. In the dead silence, they heard the small sound of gnawing, although slight, but dense, and it never stopped.

The flashlight was touched by something, adjusted the angle, and hit the prison guard, revealing his wide-eyed eyes when he died tragically, and the monster gnawing on the side of his neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! !

Dilo took a step back, the monster was dressed in the prison guard's clothes, raised his head as if feeling something, stared at him with emotionless and bloodshot eyes, and then opened his mouth, revealing a row of fine fangs.

Dilo instantly felt that he was going crazy, and screamed like a little girl inside.

It was agreed to be Batman's world, why did it suddenly turn into Resident Evil! ! !

The monster abandoned the prison guard's body and rushed towards Dilo, but was blocked by the prison door made of tempered glass.Even so, Dilo sat down on the ground in fright, and quickly crawled behind the bed with both hands and feet.

Being eaten by this monster is worse than being killed by a clown.

Speaking of clowns, Dilo thought about it, and finally opened the fan group communication system that had been blocked all along.Only then did he realize that not only him, but the entire Arkham, and even the entire Gotham City were in chaos.

I don't know if it's because of the different talents of the fan group or what, but none of the important members mutated, nor were they eaten by monsters.

[Group chat [Poison Ivy Girl]: It's so noisy that people can't sleep, these monsters are not even qualified to make flower fertilizer for my baby, what are they called! 】

[Group chat [Penguin]: Ahhhhh, my industry, my subordinates!Why isn't Batman here yet? 】

[Group Chat [Double-faced Man]: It's really pitiful... But in other words, shouldn't we find a chance to leave? 】

[Group chat [Poison Ivy Girl]: It's a pity that monsters can't open the door. It's useless after knocking on the door for so long. 】

Nonsense, that is a cell specially built for fans, how could it be so easily breached!

[Group chat [Riddler]: That's not necessarily the case, they are intelligent, but they haven't learned how to open the door yet. 】

After the Riddler finished speaking, Dilo raised his head with a sense of emotion, and saw the monster flung himself on the tempered glass and stared at him for a few seconds, and even reached for the key to unlock the lock!It's just because the claws are hard to control, and I don't know which one to use.

[Group chat [Diro]: I'm going to fuck!It's really opening the door!It's coming in! ! 】

There was a moment of silence on the comm system, and then a loud laugh broke out.

[Group chat [Riddler]: Ahahahaha!Killing me! 】

[Group chat [Penguin]: Hahahahahaha, you are too unlucky. 】

[Group chat [Poison Ivy Girl]: Hahahahahaha, poor little one. 】

[Group chat [Double-faced people]: Isn't this the right time for you to come out?Hahaha! 】

...I'll go, you guys are really fed up, what's so ridiculous about it!You crazy people!Batman help, Bruce help! !

However, Batman himself is so anxious that he doesn't even have time to manage the fan club. Anyway, those special prisoners in Arkham are locked in special cells. Usually they can't get out, and monsters can't get in. Of course, the master didn't expect to mutate The monster is actually intelligent.

Dilo knew that he couldn't count on this group of lunatics who were watching the show, and watched the monster try the keys one by one, and finally opened the cell with a "clack", showing a greedy look, slightly bent his limbs, and planned to pounce on him.

Tom was anxious for him, but there was nothing he could do. He could only shout, "Run!"

Seeing a row of fangs getting closer and closer to him, Dilo finally shouted at the system without hesitation: "Loan me a thousand points, immediately, and exchange them for two Hidden Blades, and give me ten comatose darts. "

The author has something to say: *Schadenfreude fans group

*That's not pigskin anyway

*The stun dart, one of the assassin's black technologies, is now online

ps: I always thought this article was very cold, and there were very few clicks to bookmark it, but after reading everyone’s comments these days, I suddenly felt that I used to be a photoshoot, and the purpose of writing this article is to discuss the plot happily with everyone!So, in fact, it’s enough for you little angels who read carefully and came to leave comments to guess Dilo’s identity (づ??????)づ Well, I won’t tell you who Dilo is. Well, Koko~

☆、Magic system

There is nothing to say about the efficiency of the system. Dilo immediately felt the weight of the Hidden Blades on his arms, and he held the blowpipe with the blowgun in his hand, and the other nine were in the pocket that suddenly appeared on his waist.

Dilo exhaled lightly, blew the dart towards the monster's eyes, and raised his hand to pop out the Hidden Blade to brace the opponent's teeth.Looking at it from a close distance... It's even more disgusting.

The Coma Blow Dart is produced by the system and must be a high-quality product. In less than three seconds, the monster fell into a coma and fell asleep.Dilo can still see the countdown on the opponent's head with his eagle eyes, guessing that the countdown is over, the monster will wake up.

Tom also breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't ask what suddenly appeared in Dilo's hand.

Dilo got the key from the monster and said to Tom: "I rescued you, let's go together."

Tom shook his head: "Gotham is probably in a mess now, it's better to be safe in Arkham, at least there are these cells that can block the attacks of monsters. If you really want to save me, find me some food and water, and then put My cell is sealed."

Dilo thought for a while, and felt that this was also the case, so he planned to find supplies for Tom.Just a few steps away, he saw another figure in prison guard clothes walking towards him. Dilo's heart tightened, and he pinched the unconscious blowgun.

The man stopped a few steps away from Dilo, and the light of the flashlight came over, allowing Dilo to see the appearance of the other party.It was a man with no expression, but at least he was a living person rather than a monster.This made Di Luo just breathe a sigh of relief, but worried that the other party would hunt him down as a fugitive.

The man was silent for a moment, and said, "What are you looking for? It's not safe to run around outside at this time."

"Food and water." Dilo answered without knowing why.

The man nodded, probably thinking that supplies are the most important thing in the chaos, and he said, "I'll take you there."

As soon as Dilo was about to follow the other party, he saw the prison guard stop, turn around and walk towards the unconscious monster. Dilo wanted to explain that he didn't attack the other party intentionally, but he was shocked to see the man raise his hand and shoot it right between the monster's eyebrows.

Even if the other party mutated into a monster, he was also a colleague of this man who lived with him day and night. He killed so neatly. Should he be worthy of being a prison guard in Arkham?

The man killed the monster, and seeing Di Luo who was on guard, he was not angry, and even his paralyzed face did not fluctuate at all. Instead, he said calmly, "Let's go, I will take you to find supplies."

They walked one after the other, and Dilo was always on tenterhooks, until the man really brought him to the warehouse where the supplies were stored. He took food and water and packed a backpack, then put another backpack for Dilo, and put it in the bag. Two or three guard flashlights and a gun.

"You are used to using the Hidden Blade, but the gun can be used as a backup in an emergency." The man explained earnestly, "It's better to stay in Arkham to check the situation. It's much safer here than outside. I'll go find Luka and Anita, the communication signal was cut off too suddenly, if we find it, the three of us will come to Arkham to meet you."

This is too much information, please allow him to digest it.

It took a long time for Dilo to realize that Anita was the beauty he met in the car, and Luca was the man who helped him escape when he was stopped by Superman.So, this prison guard is also a gang with the devil brain back then?

"I'll go with you, and find Batman along the way." He took the man's arm.

"Batman?" the guard repeated.

"That's right, this thing has absolutely something to do with the clown!" Dilo gritted his teeth.Just now, the fans in the system group chat were all blown up. Only the clowns and clowns who like to swipe the screen the most have no voice. This is definitely not right.

If there were monsters like this everywhere in Gotham, Dilo shuddered, he didn't dare to think about it, how many lives should be sacrificed?What the hell is the clown trying to do?With the arrogant temperament of the clown, there is definitely a follow-up arrangement.

He had to go...to help Batman.

The morning of Gotham came, and when the first rays of the sun shone from a distance, the city failed to wake up.Monsters are not afraid of sunlight, but they have weak minds and don't want to hang out in the sun.

From time to time, low roars of beasts could be heard from the streets and alleys, but the voices of living people could no longer be heard, maybe they were hiding, or maybe they were already dead.The bat lights were not turned off all night, and the police officers at the police station, scientific institution, and city hall also breathed a sigh of relief, but they still remembered Gordon's warning and dared not eat or drink. It would not last long if this continued.

However, the Batmobile, which only appears at night, appears majestically on the streets of Gotham in the morning. All monsters he meets are injected with sleeping potion and tied together; The safe house, where Gotham heroes like Nightwing and Zatanna take turns being guarded, distributes the absolutely safe Batcave stockpile.

In addition, he also caught several living samples, which have been sent to the Wayne Technology Laboratory. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the security measures at the watchtower level are adopted, so the impact last night did not cause any personal injury. Only a handful of mutated security personnel are isolated by an intelligent security system.

The Batmobile whized down the streets like a king patrolling his ravaged people and land.When the dark car passed by an alley, I saw a few monsters staggering towards it.

The vehicle braked suddenly in front, and the good performance allowed Batman to only draw two marks on the ground. When the car cover was opened suddenly, Batman shot/throwed the grappling hook towards the roof, and the person was swinging in mid-air, from top to bottom. Check the situation below——

Sure enough, several monsters surrounded a human in a raincoat.

Batman let go of the grapple, and the black cloak opened in the air, slowing down the fall, and the stun potion pierced the monster's back neck one after another.When the Dark Knight landed lightly, the battle was over.

He turned his head to look at the desperate Gotham citizen, only to see that person rushing forward excitedly. If he hadn't seen the other person's face and emerald green eyes that were still normal, Batman would have almost given him a shot.

"Batman." Dillo whispered.

"What are you doing out here?" Batman was displeased. Of course he was monitoring Arkham at all times. Although some guards mutated, almost no prisoners escaped after the security measures were activated... Wait, he squinted. He squinted his eyes, and the magic brain ran away without triggering the alarm?This is very interesting.

Dillo Glenn is indeed a man with a heart and a heart, always keeping a back hand.

"The clown is probably responsible for this." Dilo said bluntly, "He and the clown are still missing?"

Batman was silent for a while: "There is no trace of them, nor is it their modus operandi."

Even if the clown is a chemical genius, this kind of special potion that turns people into monsters on a large scale, and the method of poisoning the whole city is not something he can do in a short time, not to mention the silent way of committing crimes is not in line with the clown's personality.

"I always feel like I've seen this disease somewhere." Dilo frowned, "I can locate the clown."

That's right, as the owner of the fan system, he can locate every member of the fan group!The premise is that you need 500 points to enable this function, and each positioning costs 100 points, which can only last for 2 minutes. If the target runs away by itself after 2 minutes, the system will not be responsible at all.

Batman's eyes are not good, but he can only agree to cooperate with Dilo first. It's not that he hasn't suspected that this is another trap of the Devil's Brain, but he is currently helpless about the situation in Gotham. If there is a clue, even if it is a trap, it is good of.

"But you have to do me a favor." Dilo turned his head, showing an embarrassed smile: "Let me throw myself down."

An awkward silence spread in the alley, and Dilo probably noticed the misleading part, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, that's not what it means, it's just to hurt me, no, it's just a small injury."

Cover your face, what the hell is he talking about.

Batman was still looking at him sharply behind the goggles. Just when Dilo was about to give up on himself, he suddenly pulled Dilo's hand to his left shoulder blade, and guided him to pull it hard. Dilo heard a shocking sound. The sound of hairy bones colliding.

【Ding!Congratulations, you have successfully "dumped" Batman once with the way of ghosts and animals. The idiot points +100 points, the current debt is -900 points, and the balance is 840 points. Please pay back as soon as possible! 】

... the system had started to speak words he could not understand.

Dilo is ready to give up his life, but Batman is watching his expression.Although the Devil's Brain's request is weird, the Dark Knight has encountered many strange things over the years. The Devil's Brain's recent strange behavior has long aroused the Dark Knight's suspicion.It seems that injuring himself has strange meaning and benefits to the devil's brain. He silently kept the information in his heart.

This is also a good opportunity to test the devil's brain.

There was another tooth-chilling sound, and Batman put his arm back together without even yelling.

"Where's the clown?" he asked in a low voice.

Dilo's expression was complicated. In fact, he was still 900 points away from paying it back, but he really couldn't ask Batman to take off his hand and put it back on ten times!Even if the other party doesn't shout it hurts, but he hears it hurts.

Seeing that Dilo didn't speak, Batman understood after a while.

This is to think that he is not injured enough to meet some strange demands.The Dark Knight was about to be laughed at, but he couldn't really beat him up at this critical moment. He dragged Dilo over and threatened in a cold voice: "Solve this matter up, and we'll talk about what you want later."

Dilo nodded, paid the system the points for activating the positioning function and locating the clown, and then reported the address to Batman: "It's in Gotham City, but you have to hurry up, this location can only detect the movement of the clown within 2 minutes , if he runs away it will be repositioned."

Batman didn't want to take the Devil's Brain to find the Joker, but he was worried that he was wandering outside alone. Before Dilo could react, he tied him up and locked him in the prisoner's seat in the back seat of the Batmobile. Anyway, he usually So catchy.As for the shaking and stuffiness in the back seat of the car... Anyway, no one will die.

The author has something to say: *Straight male thinking 23333

* When the sniper scope with facial paralysis appears +1s

☆、Hahahahaha

"What a wonderful start to the day! Ladies and gentlemen of Gotham, the police and - Batman, long time no see, are you unable to bear the mood to see me?" Gotham's empty streets and alleys, those The piercing voice came from the advertising electronic screens that no one was watching, and from all the places where TVs and radios were hung.

His pale face, bright green hair, distorted red lips, and those yellow teeth in his grinning mouth, even people who don't know him will feel uneasy at first glance, not to mention that there is no one in Gotham. People who know Mr. Ugly.

The clown laughed loudly on the screen. In Dilo's words, that laughter is a mental attack. If you listen to it too much, you will definitely suffer from a nervous breakdown.He was not alone, and he was still holding the clown girl who was also laughing wantonly in his arms.

The most beautiful thing in life is holding his own woman in his arms, overlooking the stupid people under his feet, and laughing at his old enemies while fighting, the clown thinks he is the king of Gotham now.

"Okay, okay, you've all discovered by now that I made a small contribution to the construction of Gotham. If there is no antidote, these mutated cute kittens will die completely in three days, but this is too I'm bored, let's play a hunting game together, the rules are very simple, the person who is still alive kills a kitten, and uses the head of the corpse to exchange for an antidote."

The clown stopped suddenly, as if thinking of something, he laughed even harder.

"You must think that if you hide in a safe place, you don't need to change the antidote, right? Oh, then you have to make sure that you don't drink a little water and food for three days, Batman, come and guess where I put the poison? Hahahaha, besides, this group of kittens will not make it easy for you. Come on, hunt or be killed, let us play this game together." The clown's eyes became more and more excited, and he did not hide the strong malice in his eyes .

They are just a group of mutated monsters. If they don't kill them, they will kill all humans, and even die after three days without an antidote, so why not kill them to ensure the safety of the rest?

Not only the remaining citizens of Gotham were moved, but even the police were moved.

Mutation is not the same now, and it will not change in the future. People soon discovered that each of them was poisoned, but the speed of mutation varies from person to person. A good physique can last for a day or two, and a poor physique... such as that bar boy, that's right now