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

third night 04

Before Iron Man Tony Stark left Arkham, he specially asked Sephiroth to apply for a unique and exclusive VIP card.

Be prepared to come to Arkham if you have nothing to do.

Whether it is to see a doctor or chat with those patients, it is a very good choice.

Under Batman's incomprehensible gaze, Tony put away the VIP card and said, "They are all talents."

Batman: "...???"

Although Batman didn't say a word, Tony could fully feel the doubts that Batman almost wrote on his face.

But Tony didn't explain.

After successfully finalizing the investment matters, both Sephiroth and Tony Stark seemed to be in a good mood.

Tony even said, "If you need anything, you can come to me for help, such as urgent manpower or something."

For this proposal, Sephiroth smiled and expressed his gratitude, and refused directly.

Tony Stark, who is Iron Man, stands behind the superheroes of the entire Avengers, and even the shadow of the Stars and Stripes government is inside.

If Tony Stark is really allowed to plug people into Arkham Island, it will be no different from the upright plug eyeliners and spies.

After a friendly farewell, Tony Stark left wisely.

After getting in the car, Tony asked his smart butler Jarvis to read for himself what Sephiroth specially handed him.

——a code that patients in Arkham Asylum must know.

Batman briefly said a few words to Sephiroth, and vaguely reminded Sephiroth that there are many people who have been eyeing him recently, and Gotham City has had some problems recently, and he needs to check it out. He also left in his own Batmobile.

After the figures of the two men disappeared completely, Arkham Island regained its original "tranquility".

Sephiroth performed his duties as the principal of Arkham as usual, while thinking about how to coax the aggrieved little Abby.

Although his staff and patients did not say anything, it is not clear what exactly happened.

But the little Abby, who became the mascot of Arkham at some point, looks a little depressed and aggrieved these days, which still makes many employees and patients feel distressed.

Whether intentionally or not, Sephiroth can always hear news about little Abby from the surrounding staff and patients.

like what...

"Little Abby doesn't seem very happy these two days."

"It's really distressing. Little Abi was staring at the sky in a daze for a long time today. He didn't even hear the call, and he almost burned himself when pouring water."

"Yeah... the little Abby used to be never like this."

"Little Abby hasn't followed the dean all the time..."

"Is there something wrong between the dean and little Abby?"

"Little Abby is still a child..."

"Little Abby misses his father, right?"

"Little Abby is so attached to the dean, he must be treating the dean as his father, right? What happened to make this happen?"

Sephiroth: "..."

If it weren't for the staff and patients on the island who all had an indescribable reverence for Sephiroth, I'm afraid Sephiroth would have been interrogated three times for the sake of little Abby.

But it is impossible for him to really let little Abby really perform the heart weighing ceremony for the superheroes.

So how to make Canubis, the Egyptian god of death, happy is really a troublesome question.

That night.

Most of the employees and patients on Arkham Island have rested, and only some medical staff and guards on shifts are patrolling, checking, and staying at fixed positions.

As always.

Sephiroth, who doesn't need sleep, is still willing to abide by some habits when he was a human most of the time.

——If there is nothing wrong.

Closing the eyes and running the power in the body can be regarded as combing and practicing the body.

Sephiroth will forget what a "dream" is.

Strangely, Sephiroth "dreamed" tonight.

Through a mist of illusion, Sephiroth found himself in a silent, sleepy corridor.

He was followed by two prison guards in uniform with expressionless faces.

On both sides of the aisle are closed heavy iron doors.

Behind the iron gate, there seemed to be pairs of wide-open eyes, silently and maliciously looking at him.

Those gazes were like substance, licking Sephiroth's body like tongues.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have gone crazy under such stares. In any case, they just want to get rid of this creepy feeling of suffocation as soon as possible.

Sephiroth stopped the moment he took a step.

He is dreaming.

The fog in his mind dissipated instantly, and Sephiroth was thinking clearly.

He hadn't had a dream for many, many years.

For people like him, the meaning of "dream" is not just an ordinary dream.

"Dream" represents something more.

Under normal circumstances, an existence like his would never dream.

and so……

Why is he dreaming?

Sephiroth, with a clear heart, was not in a hurry to leave this sudden dream.

Instead, he turned his head and glanced at the cells on both sides of the aisle.

Those creepy sights all dissipated like green smoke when he looked over.

And the two prison guards in uniform stopped, maintaining their expressionless, stiff faces, and spoke in unison with mechanically rhythmic voices.

"Don't stop, go forward."

"Don't stop, go forward."

Sephiroth didn't move, and looked back silently.

The two prison guards didn't do anything, they just repeated this sentence.

"Don't stop, go forward."

Because the pronunciation interval between words is too consistent, just listening to it makes people feel unspeakable discomfort.

Repeating this is like suffering.

Sephiroth thought for a while, then moved his legs again.

The two prison guards also returned to their original appearance, and continued to lead Sephiroth along the aisle.

It didn't take long.

They stopped in front of a room marked "008".

A prison guard stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A hoarse, deep voice came from the room.

The prison guard opened the door and motioned for Sephiroth to enter.

Unlike the dimness in the hallway, the light in the room is brighter and full of warmth.

This kind of warmth is like salvation for those who are "suffering" on the aisle.

The others were in Sephiroth's position, and they probably couldn't wait to walk into the room.

Sephiroth was in no hurry.

He took another careful look at the entire room and the corridor.

The aisle in the dream didn't change at all, and the end was so dark that it was hard to see, full of a strong sense of oppression.

The furnishings in the room are very simple.

A table, a chair, a single bunk bed.

A man wearing a red background and black stripes, which should be a prison uniform, sat on a chair with his back to the open door, making it difficult to see what he was doing.

Sephiroth's silence and scrutiny seemed to amuse the men in the room.

A deep hoarse laughter sounded.

The sound was like a hacksaw being sharpened next to a human ear.

"You are really different from other people." The man said, turning his face slightly.

Sephiroth saw the man with his back turned to him, his face was full of marks of burns from the fire, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.

The man seemed to be doing it on purpose, he wanted to see the person who came to be frightened.

It's a pity that Sephiroth's reaction was not as expected, his heart was extremely calm, as if he couldn't see, he just walked in.

"Where is this place?"

Sephiroth asked calmly.

The opened door was closed by the prison guard after he entered the room, and the sound of the key turning and locking could still be heard.

Sephiroth's excessive calm made the men in the room dissatisfied.

He turned around slowly, fully exposing his front.

A face scalded in lava, eyes with more white balls, nervous and malicious eyes, and...

Strong bloody smell.

He is like a ghost that just crawled out of hell, no matter who sees him, he will want to escape.

"Why are you not afraid of me?"

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

The man raised a hand and pointed at his face, "Isn't my face scary?"

The other party seemed to very much hope that he was afraid.

But Sephiroth, who was not afraid at all, thought about it and gave a moderate answer.

"……good?"

If you just look at the appearance, not to mention the "terrifying existence" that Sephiroth saw when he was wandering in the universe, the super criminals in Arkham have more terrifying appearance than the man in front of him .

Like a scarecrow.

At first glance, the scarecrow looks like a mummy who put a gas mask on himself and sewed his mouth shut by the way.

All ten fingers are covered with syringes, so they don't look half human.

Obviously a monster.

Except for the scarecrow, other super criminals can also talk about it, including the monster Fu Jiang who has been sent to the infinite world by Sephiroth.

Comparing the appearance of the man in front of him with these people, it is simply normal and cannot be more normal.

The face was nothing but burnt.

Now that the plastic surgery industry is so developed, if you find a good doctor, you may be able to recover a lot.

Thinking of this, Sephiroth, who is the director of Arkham Asylum, nodded to the man in front of him, "Think about it, don't give up, there is still hope for your face."

man:"……"

Men feel challenged.

He stared at Sephiroth intently, and finally snorted, "You can call me Freddy, people prefer to call me Freddy the Devil."

Speaking of the last sentence, Freddy's voice was suppressed again.

The feeling of suffocation that seemed to be choking the neck reappeared.

However, Sephiroth just raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't feel it at all, "Hi Freddy, you can call me Dean, do you know where this is?"

Freddy stared at Sephiroth for a moment, frowning in disappointment.

He didn't expect Sephiroth to be so difficult to deal with.

For Freddy, whether a person is afraid or not, the reaction in the dream is very clear.

Because the more fearful the other party is, the stronger his strength will be.

But this person in front of him is really not afraid at all.

He encountered a hard stubble.

But Freddy quickly laughed, and put away all the displeasure in his eyes and the surprise in his heart.

With that ghostly face, he said maliciously, "Of course I know where this is."

He raised his skinny fingertips, grinned, showing his sparse teeth, and pointed at Sephiroth's chest, "This is your heart...your soul is really scary."

Sephiroth, who didn't care much at first, suddenly stared at him, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the smile became more and more obvious, "My heart?

"That's it?

"What are you kidding?"

Seeing the smile on Sephiroth's face, Freddy suddenly felt flustered for some reason, always feeling...

He seemed to have said something wrong just now.

Very wrong.

Sephiroth walked slowly to Freddy and said softly, "Do you want to see the real darkness in my heart?"

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