[Comprehensive British and American] Welcome to Arkham's Infinite Journey

first night 02

Hannibal Lecter, a highly intelligent ogre psychopath.

This guy who caused headaches for many FBI agents flew out sideways at this moment, and hit the thick pure metal wall, making an extremely dull sound.

Hannibal fell slowly, dizzy for a moment, and then staggered to the wall and stood up, holding his head.

"I said... sir, this does not conform to the provisions of federal law, and human rights..."

"This is Arkham Asylum in Gotham City."

Sephiroth interrupted him, walked to Hannibal's side with two long legs, and looked down at him, "Mr. Hannibal Lecter, since you were sent here by Batman, you have been making small moves. Constantly. I can turn a blind eye to these, but you can't add unnecessary trouble to others at will, you know that the staff in Arkham has always been in short supply."

The clothes of Arkham's critically ill patients were a bit heavy, and Hannibal uncomfortably pulled the neckline.

In the quiet and empty room, there were three dead staff members lying on the ground - two guards and a doctor.

The head and hands of the deceased showed obvious signs of loss of flesh and blood.

Grinning his teeth stained with the blood of the dead, Hannibal's smile was extremely restrained and elegant, but the words that came out of his mouth made others shudder.

"I'm just too hungry."

As soon as Hannibal finished speaking, his body flew out again.

Hannibal, who slipped from the other wall, regretted his honesty in his heart, why did he provoke this monster?

If given another chance...

Hannibal found himself still doing it.

This is probably the stubbornness of men!

However, under the urging of his desire to survive, Hannibal still "behaved" for the time being.

He just lay curled up on the ground, inhaled with his eyes closed, and waited for the physical pain to ease.

"This is my territory. I can allow you to escape with your own ability, but I don't allow you to kill wantonly here, and what's more, you don't allow them to be used as food."

Sephiroth's words are like telling the truth, "Every one of my employees is more precious than you who should go to hell."

Hannibal looked at Sephiroth with a slightly weird look.

He had been accused, cursed, and cursed by many people, and those words were forgotten by his ears.

No one has ever made him feel this weird...

It was as if his soul had been branded from hell in that instant.

Each room in the isolated observation area is fully enclosed.

The light from the lighting facilities here is extremely cold, falling on Sephiroth's body, making him appear a completely different coldness from that under natural light.

That terrifying aura, the indifference to life and death in his eyes, and his meticulous control over Arkham.

This is not the Son of God from the kingdom of heaven, but it is clearly the devil from hell.

At this moment Hannibal suddenly realized that he was in big trouble.

He might actually die.

The three guards in the room started to move under the signal of Sephiroth.

One person went out and found someone to dispose of the corpse on the ground.The two stepped forward and picked up Hannibal who was paralyzed on the ground by his collar.

"Smacked his teeth."

Since Hannibal has cannibalism, Sephiroth, the director of Arkham Asylum, decided to help Hannibal treat it.

"Yes, Dean." The two burly guards showed ferocious smiles, and without giving Hannibal a chance to break free and shout, they raised their fists and punched Hannibal.

Hannibal: "...?!"

It's not what he thought!

He has never been treated like this!

Even though he was caught by the FBI eight years ago, he still enjoyed the highest "courteous treatment" for a severely mentally ill criminal - an empty and firm single room, trembling guards, 24-hour surveillance, and transfer cells are all picked up by a special car.

No one dared to lynch him!

And no one wants to punch him in the teeth? !

After the corpses in the room were carried away, Hannibal's screams stopped.

At this time, Hannibal finally couldn't maintain "elegance".

With his bruised nose and swollen facial features, he spat out several teeth from his mouth with blood, and lay on the ground motionless.

Sephiroth walked by, his heavy boots crushing a tooth, his shadow covering Hannibal's harsh overhead lights.

Hannibal struggled to open his eyes a little, only to see that the corners of Sephiroth's lips seemed to hook up, and even his voice was tinged with a smile.

"You look much better now."

Hannibal vomited another mouthful of blood and stood beside him, but didn't answer.

Sephiroth didn't care, "It's been a while since I came to Arkham, and I haven't met a patient as thoughtful as you. I have to say that I admire your courage."

Hannibal closed his eyes.

Although he had never been to Gotham City before, let alone entered the Arkham Asylum, he had heard a lot of rumors about it.

Gotham netizens also have a spirit of self-deprecation, such as "the folk customs of Gotham City are simple, and Arkham is full of talents."

Many people know that Crocodile Man, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow and other frightening super criminals are all imprisoned in Arkham, but what Sephiroth said...

Hannibal couldn't imagine what Sephiroth had done to these super criminals before he was sent to Arkham.

Hannibal suddenly felt that Sephiroth was getting closer to him, and even lowered his voice slightly, "I appreciate you, so I will give you a chance to leave here."

The voice seemed to reach his mind through a thick fog, and when Hannibal regained consciousness, he was no longer there.

This is the extreme isolation area of ​​the Arkham Asylum. It is more closed than the isolation observation area, and the space is more cramped.

There's nothing here but an inaccessible lighting system, smooth and suicidal walls.

Hannibal sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about what Sephiroth meant by that sentence.

Give him a chance to leave?

That sounded more absurd than "won't kill him".

In addition...

Hannibal saw no one around, opened his mouth and touched his bare gums.

It's a pleasure to die for a while...

I feel sorry now, very sorry.

After inspecting the "dangerous elements" in the hospital and making sure that everyone was "well-behaved", Sephiroth returned to the dean's office and took out the scrapped system again.

In addition to providing medical services for ordinary mentally ill patients, the Arkham Asylum plays a more important role in Gotham, which is to "detain and treat" super criminals.

These super-criminals are hot potatoes that no one wants to touch, and no one really hopes that Arkham will "cure them."

Everyone is more like looking for a place where these super criminals can be "placed", and it is thankful that they can be "safe" for a period of time.

Regarding Gotham's "Patron Saint" Batman, why not simply kill these super criminals, just capture them, has been discussed very intensely on the Internet, and has not yet reached a completely convincing conclusion.

Sephiroth wasn't interested either.

But since he is now the dean of Arkham, these super criminals are locked in Arkham, so they have to abide by his rules.

If a taboo is violated on his territory, it is natural to use his method to deal with it.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with Hannibal, Sephiroth suddenly thought of a place to go.

"They should really like it."

Sephiroth threw the scrap system in his hand into the air, and it just stopped there abruptly.

A wave of energy that cannot be captured by the naked eye spread out from this stone, covering the entire Arkham Island, the stone in midair seemed to have lost all its power and turned gray, returning to Sephiroth hands.

Everything was silent, only the birds startled from the branches, and the fallen leaves turned in the air for a moment before falling.

"It's done."

……

Extreme isolation.

Sephiroth appeared, opened the door of Hannibal's room, and said to him, "Come out."

Hannibal got up from the ground suspiciously, and followed Sephiroth out.

It was already late at night, and the whole of Arkham was eerily quiet.

If the environment and structure here hadn't changed at all, Hannibal would have doubted whether this place was still Arkham.

There are no 24/[-] guards, no looming howls that seem endless.

Sephiroth's actions seemed to be purposeless, he just shuttled through aisle after aisle, leading Hannibal all the way to the heavy steel gate of the intensive treatment center.

Hannibal's heart beat like a drum.

He knows this place.

As long as you walk out from here, the outside is the surface of Arkham Island.

You can see the stars and the moon, feel the cool night breeze and the smell of the earth.

But why did the dean bring him here?

Sephiroth entered the password in front of the door, passed the identity verification, and the heavy door opened, revealing everything Hannibal imagined outside.

"As long as you can walk out of Arkham at night, you can regain your freedom."

Hannibal's eyes were full of surprise, suspicion and wariness.

Countless thoughts floated in his mind, but after seeing Sephiroth stepping out without hesitation, he forcibly suppressed them.

Hannibal followed immediately.

But the moment his two feet completely stepped through the door, the world spun, and the cool night wind, the smell of the soil, the stars and the moon in the sky were all gone.

There is only one staircase extending downwards and a gray corridor. The only door is open in front, and there are voices of arguing inside.

In the aisle, Hannibal stood there in a daze.

At his feet lay a few people who had just woken up, and they didn't seem to know what happened.

Sephiroth stood on one side and looked around, his eyes full of interest.

"This is where?"

"……In the end what happened?"

"Have we been kidnapped?"

"Bang! Bang!!"

Two consecutive loud sounds from the wooden barn interrupted everyone's doubts.