It's the other way around, it's the other way around, it's not up to you to ask questions.The green hat lifted the brim of his hat and laughed: "Listen to the newcomer, I'm small, but the more I'm taken away, the bigger it gets."
He slowly approached Brant and lowered his body: Who am I?
Brandt frowned.In the distance, there was the sound of running footsteps, shouts and shouts in the wind, and the cries of the search pierced the walls, around the corners, and into Brant's ears in pieces.He discerned carefully, and what they were shouting seemed to be the Riddler?
Brant said.Nygma frowned dissatisfied: the answer was wrong.Brandt reacted: I'm obviously not solving a riddle, I heard them looking for you, so you're the Riddler?
Strange name.Nygma had the unhappiness of having his game interrupted, and his dissatisfaction kept him close: I was small, but the more I was taken away, the bigger it became.He repeated: Who am I.Brandt felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.He now found it obviously very difficult to communicate with the other party normally, but he didn't know where the searchers were, if they could be found, and when they would be found, so as the only living person he had encountered so far, Brant could only choose to continue to ask the Riddler, and he finally knew why this guy was calling the Riddler to get information.All right.I'll solve the riddle, and you will tell me the answer.He held his forehead and patiently said: How about we have an equivalent exchange?
Equivalent exchange?
I love this.As she spoke, Nigma drew a short stick from her cuff and twisted it a few times, and the short stick was like a magic trick, elongated and bent, and turned into a walking stick: I often played a game of equivalent exchange with our Mr.
Knight, who guessed the riddle correctly, obtained valuable clues, and found me to stop me from committing a crime, or guessed the wrong riddle and was too late to find me, and watched me commit.Brandt had to interrupt him: I think you seem to have misunderstood the meaning of equivalent exchange.So what does it matter?
He walked around with his cane, and finally stopped at the wall, and the tip of his cane was pointed at the base of the wall, and he heard Brant behind him say: You are right, it doesn't matter.The answer is the hole.Nygma pulled a small bomb from her bosom, held it against her cane, and stuck it to the wall.With a loud bang, a man-high hole was blown out of the castle walls, and he shook off the smoke from his cane and stood inside.The night breeze crept through the hole, making his open suit rattle, and Nygma held on to the broken wall with one hand, and took off his hat with the other, and placed it on his chest.Answer correctly.He answered Brandt's question in a good mood: This is Arkham, the Arkham Asylum in Gotham.Wait a minute.Brandt's eyes widened suddenly, and he said incredulously: Gotham?
The word Gotham, Brant is no stranger.Although he had only heard about it for the first time from Jason's mouth more than a month ago, many of the people around him were from there.Jason, Batman, the Joker, and even himself, originally came from there.His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up, surrounded by the gloomy walls of the castle, which were connected to the second floor above his head, and even the dim chandelier on the top of the second floor.It's a huge castle with an extremely strange design, and according to the Riddler, it's a madhouse.Lunatic.Riddler, Asylum, Gotham, Criminal Clown.He connected the key points one by one, and he seemed to have grasped some truth at his fingertips, and he was about to figure it out, but at this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and several stout men in uniform quickly ran towards this side, interrupting his train of thought.It's time to leave.Nygma clasped her hat to her chest and bent slightly: "New kid, I wish you a wonderful first night in Arkham.He smiled ambiguously, then put his hat back on, let go of the hand that was holding the wall, and then held on to his hat, and fell on his back and flipped out.There he is!
The uniformed man who was running at the front rushed to the wall and looked down through the hole, only to see a dark green corner flashing: Tell Inspector Gordon that the Riddler has escaped from prison!
Another man in uniform said worriedly: "Chief of Guard Allen, this is the second time this month, since the Joker disappeared, the Riddler has become Arkham's most active criminal, but now that Batman is gone, what should we do?"
Their chief guard stepped back from the wall and took a deep breath: what we would have done when we didn't have Batman more than a decade ago, and what we should do now.He lit a cigarette with a shaking hand and put it in his mouth: Besides, we have Inspector Gordon and Robin, and we'll catch the Riddler.Sometimes the leader's calmness can be passed on to his subordinates, and the other guards were somewhat relieved when they heard this, and only then did they notice that in addition to the riddler, there was also a strange man here.A man whose limbs were cuffed by pitch-black chains and whose movement was blocked.New to the new arrival?
Alan walked over and stared at him.Brantner was stunned: Why do you say that?
Alan asks: Who else?
Brandt said, "You call him the Riddler, strange name."
Alan said: That's not a name, it's a code name, because every time he commits a crime, he will leave riddle-like clues at the scene, and you can find him if you guess it, so we call him Riddler.He walked over to Brandt and said: Then now, it's your turn to tell me who you are, I don't remember a new criminal being sent to Arkham today.As the chief of the guard approached, Brant realized that he didn't have a right hand, and the place that should have been the palm of his hand had become a bare circle, judging from the uneven scar on it, he was afraid that it had been torn off by some large beast, and the wound looked like it was some year old.Alan sensed his gaze and looked at his right hand: This is Battle Medal.He said, "The crocodile man bit it off, and I imprisoned him in Arkham."
Without Batman's help, I could probably brag about this thing until death.Brant heard another familiar name.Batman, Jason's father.The previously interrupted train of thought is reconnected, the runaway Joker, the Batman who captures criminals, the heavily guarded Arkham, and the conceited Riddler are now only one thing away, and once he is sure, he can figure everything out.Brant looked at the chief of the guard and said, "My name is Brant & Middot; Morgan, without a code name, is not a newcomer.Alan said: I don't think it's like it either, that's why I'm talking nonsense with you.Brandt secretly changed his concept: I was attacked, and when I woke up, I was locked on all fours, and I appeared here.Alan frowned: Someone did it.Brandt half-truths say: A doctor, or a scientist, he used people for experiments, and I discovered his secret.Damn it.Alan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and cursed and crushed: when did Gotham have another Frankenstein, tsk, trouble.Brandt didn't explain, and said wrongly: So I'm innocent, can I leave?
Alan looked at him: "Obviously not, I can't take your word for it."
Brant nodded, he had expected it to be this simple, and it was just a matter of luck to ask this question.He had something more important to be sure: I had met Frankenstein by following a clue while tracking down my missing friend.He opened his mouth and said nonsense: Tony · Stark, a New Yorker, do you know him?
Alan thought for a moment and shook his head: I haven't heard of it, but I can help you keep an eye on it, and if there is a clue from your friend, I will come to Arkham to inform you.Brandt felt so relieved, and now it was clear that he had gone through a wormhole journey again, just like he had 24 years ago, except that he had traveled to the unfamiliar city of Miami and now back to his birthplace of Gotham.He then had new questions.The previous crossing had consumed the energy of a system, but this time he was sure that there was no change in his body.Does the fact that less energy is required to travel in a wormhole mean that the barrier between the two universes has become weaker?
Is the world about to change?
Brant was still thinking, but Alan had already commanded his subordinates and pulled him up: Can your chains be opened?
Brandt said: Obviously I can't.Alan asked again: Can you go by yourself?
Brandt raised his hand with difficulty: Obviously I can't either.I don't know what material these two chains are, they are sinking to death, he roughly felt it, and guessed that there must be at least three hundred catties.Alan snorted fiercely, probably because he was a little troublesome, and there was no other way for the time being, so he had to let his guard half-lift and half-drag Brant forward.To be on the safe side, I'll lock you up on the second floor first, where it's all mild and harmless?
Alan barely came up with an adjective: criminal, you'll be safer.I'm going to find a way to try to open this chain for you, and when my people find out that you really have nothing to do with Arkham and are not a criminal, I'll release you.Brandt wasn't happy, but what could he say if he was passive?
I had to temporarily agree to the arrangement of the chief of the guard.He was pushed into the elevator unlocked by the chief guard's fingerprint, went up to the second floor of Arkham, and passed through prison-like rooms, some of which would have a face booing or whistling at him from the small windows of the doors, but most of the rooms were quiet, I don't know if no one was locked inside, or if the people inside didn't care about him at all.He was wheeled into an empty room, and the iron door was locked and locked.He looked around, a bed, a toilet, a sink, and that was all.Tired of moving to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his butt leaning down, Brant brushed his hair, and for a while he didn't know what to do.At this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound on the wall against which he was leaning, and it was short and tireless.Brant raised an eyebrow.Morse Code?
He had learned this, with his second adoptive father, who deserved to be imprisoned until death.Let him reminisce about what this rhythm represents [Hello, idiot neighbor. ]Brent:???
How do you greet people with a curse?
Be all abroad!
Thinking so, Brant began to knock on the wall as well.Knock Knock Knock [Who does the idiot say?]
]The other side was silent for a moment before tapping again: [Okay, I misestimated your IQ, it seems that you are not stupid enough to go home.] ]Brandt didn't want to continue this boring greeting with him, but asked about what he cared about: [Do you know the Joker?]
][A capricious, conceited, and disordered madman, of course.] ]Being scolded by a madman is really a high evaluation, Brandt wanted to know a little more about his father, so he continued to knock: [continue.] ][Everyone hates him, and you can't say that, Harley Quinn is obsessed with him.] ][Harley Quinn ?]
]Brant frowned, he didn't even call him Harleyball, why could anyone call Harley Quinn?
Knock on the opposite side: [Hallie·] Quinn, who was originally a doctor here, treats clowns, and ends up driving herself crazy, which is funny. ]Brant thought about the time he was attacked by the Joker's Thinking Scrap, and felt that this kind of thing was too normal for this to happen.The other side continues: [Not only is she crazy, but she also falls in love with the Joker, and even the code name has to be compared to the Joker, but I don't think the Joker takes her seriously.] ][Wait a minute] didn't bother to pay attention to the gossip on the other side, and Brant's mind was confused: [That Hallie· Is Quinn after the Joker?
]Brandt chuckled inwardly, and could not hear anything else.Why is his father so popular with girls?
Why did it turn out that his father looked like that and there were suitors?
Why did he have to have an extra stepmother before he recognized his father?
Poor and helpless, so tired that I don't want to speak.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Brandt: Ms.
Quinn, I heard you want to be my stepmother?
+++ The reason why Brant first encountered the little green hat was because I had seen a picture before, and then I was deeply fascinated by the little green hat inside, and the picture was converted into text It is roughly as follows: What is rolling in a small alley, and there are several holes in it?
Big Bat: Is QAQ my parents?
Cuckold: Oh my God, it's bowling!
I'm really sorry 23333 super cute, right, Chapter 46, the forty-sixth psychopath, Brandt has just been popularized about his father's hot love history, and it didn't take long for him to really meet this legendary ambiguous object.At that time, Brant was lying in bed, thinking about life.He speculated that Omir would be fine anytime soon, as Frank was clearly asking for allegiance rather than life.He analyzed his current situation and thought about any way to return to the original universe, or at least find a way to promote the two universes and speed up the process of integration.Most of the time this kind of thinking is fruitless, and neither is Brandt, who thinks a lot of nonsense and then begins to fall asleep.Then there was a bang coming from outside the room, and Brant sat up sharply and looked out the door.The light of the explosion came through the small window in the iron door, and Brant got out of bed with his chains, and slowly moved to the door, leaned closer to the small window, and looked out.Arkham's structure is rather peculiar, he has seen it with his own eyes, plus the chief of the guard casually said, and then combined with the neighbor next door who is a good teacher to knock on the wall and popularize it, he basically figured it out in theory.Or is this madhouse or prison for high-IQ criminals and lunatics?
Originally, it was an ordinary mental illness sanatorium, but the director didn't know what was going on, and later the hospital was transformed into an insane asylum for insane people.When Batman came out, his patron Mr.
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Wayne spent a lot of money to raise the security system of the madhouse to the maximum, so that he could put all kinds of criminals who could not be accommodated in ordinary prisons here.Arkham has four floors.The first floor is the office and living area of the guard and the dean.In the middle of the second floor, there is a circular area connected to the first floor, and around this huge circular opening, more than 500 closed wards are set up to house criminals with a slightly lower danger level.The third floor houses most of Gotham's celebrities, the Penguin, the Two-Face, the Crocodile Man, the Mad Dog and even the Runaway Riddler and the Stepmom Reserve Harley Quinn are all here.The fourth floor is more exciting, according to neighbors, most of the entire fourth floor is security facilities, there are only two wards, one belongs to the clown, and the other has not been inhabited so far, I don't know which lucky one it belongs to.And now, for some reason, there were suddenly more than a dozen people in the circular corridor, they were dressed in strange shapes, and they looked strange, some people scratched deep marks on the iron door of the ward on the second floor with their claws, some used firearms to strafe, and some directly hit bombs.