[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The strange host was dumbfounded.

After a while, he found his own language: "You are crazy."

Joward: "You're just a normal guy without a system now, sir. Get out of Arkham before I shoot you."

After sending away a random host, Joward walked half a circle outside the towering walls of Arkham and came to the gate of Arkham Asylum.

He also came to Gotham 5 years ago, and took pictures outside the Arkham Asylum, but the Arkham gate in front of him was a little different from what he remembered.

The eerie Gothic iron gates have been repainted and festooned with colorful lights, several of which are still lit.

A huge doll fell on the ground.Joe Ward tipped his toe, and the doll turned over, with a clown face decorated with hearts and stars, drenched in black rain, grinning grinningly at the night sky.

In addition to this doll in front of the door, there is also a gray car parked on the opposite road.

The car was plain in appearance, but it was freshly washed by the rain.

The red dot representing another host is in that car.

Hugo was a little impatient: "Should we still get the files?"

Joward held up a hand to silence him.

Holding the anti-host weapon, he slowly approached the car, and tried to pull the door.

The car remained motionless.The red dot does not move.

The car windows reflected the fairy lights on the gate, and nothing could be seen inside.Joe Ward pressed his fingertips against the window, and there was no gap between his fingers and the reflection of his fingers in the window.

A guess arose in his mind.

But this guess, in such a situation, seemed too wonderful, as wonderful as a dream.He didn't dare to verify it.

Joe Ward found a fire canister from the door, pinned the gun behind him, raised his hand and smashed the fire canister against the car window!

Hugo: "...I think it's necessary to call your father again after I go back, son."

He blocked his ears with his fingers, but he didn't hear the expected crack of the car window.The heavy fire canister bounced off the window and fell back onto the wet ground without even a trace of the window being hit.

More than 6% possibility——

This is the Batmobile.

Joward: "System, check Batman status."

System: "Assist [Batman] is dormant. Injury level: 92%."

Joe Ward: "It's 24% for a broken hand, and 52% for a broken arm and a leg. What level should 92% be?"

System: "Seriously injured and comatose, unable to move independently."

Joe Ward: "Open the teammate display and upgrade to 1000 meters."

System: "Host, your points are not enough to upgrade this function."

Joward: "—then heal him."

He gave these few instructions so quickly and urgently that the system had to remind him:

"Host, your current state is that the mission is in progress. Once the assistant [Batman] ends dormancy, it will violate the rule that S-level missions are not allowed to carry assistants, and the mission will be judged to have failed."

Joward raised his watch and recalled several important time nodes.

Brainiac has used this time as a memory point since his first broadcast.

When the bat ball leaves the origin, it is the 6th hour.

He redeemed for 30 minutes and will sleep for 5 hours.

Then, if he is treated now, he will wake up on the 11th hour - earlier than the 12th hour when all the members recover their combat power.

And now, it's the 10th hour.

He wasn't sure if he could finish this S-level task within an hour.

System: "Host, 2-3 recommends that you adopt this solution: complete the S-level mission first, and then heal your assistant."

Joward: "No. It costs 92% of the points to heal once, and you have to take advantage of the low points to heal. If you wait until you get the 26531 points before treating, this S-level task is tantamount to doing nothing."

System: "2-3 Further optimization plan: After you complete the task and get 26531 reward points, wait for your helpers to end their dormancy, then use 26000 points to exchange time for all helpers to restore their combat capabilities, and finally Then use the remaining 531 points for treatment."

Joward: "That sounds like a good idea."

He didn't know why the Batmobile was here, and he didn't know why there was another host locked in it.

But knowing that the bat ball was probably nearby made his nose tingle for no reason.

The little doctor frowned vigorously under the gas mask to suppress the sudden emotion.

Joward said calmly: "Mr. Hugo, please come with me, and I will take you to find the file."

He opened the system map.The moment he stepped through the gate, the entire Arkham Asylum—no, a detailed map of the Arkham Playground appeared before his eyes.

A green navigation line starts from the gate and extends inward in a winding way.

Hugo is about two meters in front of him. Once there is any change in him, Joe Ward can detect it at any time.At this time, the fat psychiatrist was already full of dissatisfaction with him: "This direction is not going to the reference room at all..."

Although he complained, he didn't dare to do anything to Hannibal's men.Wearing a raincoat, he walked in the muddy water in the direction Joe Ward pointed.

After leaving the gate hung with colored lights, they walked for about 5 minutes on a dark path where they could not see their fingers.

Joward had a gun in one hand, a gas mask and heavy rain, all of which made his vision less clear.Just as he was about to glance sideways at the mission map, he felt his right foot step on the ground, and he fell to the side!

System: "Host!"

Joward reacted very quickly, firmly inserted the shotgun in his hand on the wet muddy ground, shifted his center of gravity down, and barely stabilized his figure.

He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone in his raincoat, and at this moment, he took a photo to the right——

The scene in front of him made his scalp tingle instantly!

Just at the place where his right foot stepped on the ground, a trap plank buried in muddy water has been quietly moved away.

Under the plank is a deep pit with a diameter of 2 meters. The bottom of the pit is sharp steel spikes as thick as a child's arm, and more than a dozen corpses have been strung on it.

The eyes of the corpses stared unwillingly under the light of the flashlight.

Hugo stood aside with his arms folded, gloating a bit: "Oh... sorry, kid, I should remind you to follow in my footsteps."

Joe Ward was not provoked by him, only said: "The file is still ahead, please continue to move forward."

From Hugo's side, there was an unwilling grunt.

Joe Ward became more cautious.He followed Hugo's footsteps all the way until he entered the turret of Arkham Hospital.

The hospital building that was originally used to accommodate the mentally ill had long since been demolished to the point that only this corner building remained, and the open space was filled with strange entertainment facilities.

When he just followed Hugo all the way, Joe Ward always had a strange feeling: these colorful roller coasters, jumping machines and pirate ships did not give him the feeling of any amusement facilities, but like——

He couldn't say what it looked like for a moment.

But standing still inside the door of the turret, he looked back at a row of animal statues standing in the rain.The statues, grinning in the rain, are metal, spiked for some reason, with eyes hollowed out to reveal hollows inside.

— like some kind of medieval torture device.

This idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

This Arkham amusement park is indeed a veritable slaughterhouse.

Hugo, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly.

Joe Ward was alert: "What's the matter, sir?"

Hugo: "Change clothes."

He took off his wet coat, opened the locker at the door with a key, and took out a white coat.

Hugo: "You don't have to change it, it's up to you."

Joward examines the white coats in the locker.These clothes looked thin, but the vest and the name tag on the chest felt hard to the touch. He felt it with his hand, as if a chip had been sewn into it.

Considering the particularity of Arkham, there may be ubiquitous automatic defense systems here. It is estimated that there are chips in these clothes that identify the identities of Arkham staff, so that the defense system will not accidentally injure them.

Joward didn't say much, and also took off his coat and put on a white coat.

They followed the system navigation and walked from the first floor to the sixth floor.The terminus of the first green line ends in Ward 605.

Joe Ward: "Sir, whose ward was 605?"

Hugo: "You ask this, there are many people who have lived here, and the frequency of Arkham criminals coming in and out is very high, every time they come in is a new ward-are you sure the files are here?"

Joe Ward walked into the ward with a gun in his hand, tried to turn on the light--with a click, the light turned on.

A simple, cramped cell.There was only one bed in the middle, with worn bondage straps on the bed frame.

System: "The first clue point has been reached. There are a total of 3 clues, please host to start investigation."

This ward didn't even have a cabinet, so Joe Ward could only turn up the mattress and fumble around the floor and walls.Hugo waited outside the door, the sound of footsteps sounding more and more impatient.

Joward found a small tin box under the bed, but it was empty.He pushed the hospital bed away and continued to touch the floor. There was also a hidden compartment on the floor, which was still empty.

Joward was dumbfounded.

He even cut open the mattress with shards of glass, but there was nothing inside.

Hugo outside the door asked him "Did you find it?!" for the third time, but he didn't answer, just lying on the ground, touching it millimeter by millimeter with his hands, until his hands were covered in dust.

He got nothing.

Joward crouched on the floor in a daze for a while, a great sense of panic and helplessness swept over his body suddenly.

System: "Host, don't panic, look slowly."

Joe Ward: "I'm fine."

System: "2-3 is always by your side."

Joe Ward: "Okay."

He looked up and looked around.

The door of the ward was always open, but now it was blown shut by the wind from the broken window. On the white wall behind the door, he saw a conspicuous mark of a bat drawn with blood.

Joward jumped to his feet!

He wiped it with his hand, and a small part of the imprint was erased by him - it was newly painted.

There is an arrow below the imprint, pointing straight down; there is also a staircase-shaped pattern next to it, all drawn with blood dipped in fingers.

The bat ball didn't lie to them.

He had a plan after all.

When Joe Ward mentioned the S-class mission [Arkham Slaughterhouse] in the origin, he was there.Although Batball didn't say anything about it, it is very likely that this S-level mission has been included in his countless backup plans——

Once the points are used up due to unexpected circumstances and the team is exhausted, this backup plan may come in handy.

For 30 minutes, he probably spent some of it dealing with Bane and the nuke before arriving in Arkham in the new Batmobile.He might have captured an overlord, and made it through the entire quest first.

He was seriously injured, but still paved all the way for Joe Ward.

When Joe Ward walked out of the ward, he walked very quickly, which even surprised Hugo.

Hugo: "How is it? Where are the files?"

Joe Ward: "I misremembered the location, go get it now."

Hugo followed behind the half-child very unhappily.After all, he is a very keen psychiatrist. From the moment Joward walked out of the ward, he found that the child's aura was different.

The former black-haired young man spoke softly, but his eyes were cold and determined. He might have shot him to death if Hugo didn’t come and hung him on the window sill;

But now, the invisible armor around Joward suddenly softened.

Hugo didn't know what caused his change—but in a place like Arkham, there would be a price to be paid for casually throwing away armor.

The fat psychiatrist silently followed behind him, reaching for the scalpel in his pocket.