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Chapter 64 064. There Are Still Many Good People
nice guy?

Upon hearing its self-introduction, the dean in a white coat smiled:
"Good people won't be imprisoned in Arkham, but if you can be obedient in the next few days, I might be able to satisfy you with a simple request."

Since the keyboard person is willing to communicate, the dean can also give it some benefits.

"Dean, I heard that there is a beautiful woman imprisoned here. A criminal named Poison Ivy, isn't it?"

"Yes, she is a dangerous person who can control plants, we have to lock her in a special room."

"Then how about it, Dean, you turn me into her neighbor, and I will cooperate with your work."

Although she didn't know what the keyboard wanted to do, the dean reminded it: "She doesn't like to be neighbors with others."

"But I'm a keyboard, and she might like to be friends with me as a keyboard."

The dean thought about it carefully, and he thought it sounded reasonable.

Poison Ivy has a weird personality and likes plants more than humans, but the keyboard man is not human.

If the keyboard man is locked next to Poison Ivy, maybe he can use this opportunity to learn about Poison Ivy's reaction to the monster of the keyboard.

Maybe we can even find a cure for Poison Ivy!
Boom…

The heavy metal door slowly rose, and Zhang San, who was fixed on the steel plate, was sent by machine to a living room without any green plants.

Its internal space is about the same size as an ordinary house, and it has almost everything except plants.

TV, sofa, refrigerator
It's like an apartment, except this apartment has several individual rooms labeled with numbers.

A machine similar to a trolley stretched out two mechanical hands to clamp the steel plate, and then sent it to the wall of a room numbered 3.

Zhang San was hung on the wall like a refrigerator magnet, and the metal straps that fixed his limbs were opened after the cart machine left.

After regaining his freedom, Zhang San glanced at the environment in the room. The decoration was simple, without windows, and there was a bed and a table with a chair.

Add a camera.

When he looked outside just now, he thought he was living in a villa, but he didn't expect that the inside of the single room looked like this.

After unlocking the door lock that didn't even need a key, Zhang San left the bedroom and came to the living room.

At this time, someone was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. The other person was a beautiful woman with red hair.

It's a pity that this red-haired beauty is wearing a yellow prison uniform.

"I thought they sent Halle back again."

She looked at Zhang San with some doubts in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why the new neighbor was a secondary keyboard.

The translucent black keyboard has no face, no mouth, and no eyes. I really don’t know how it grew its arms and legs.

What can hands like black dough do?
And how does its stick-like feet support its body?

"Hey beauty, do you want to know my secret identity?"

"..."

Listening to the weird sound coming from the keyboard, she put down the TV remote control in her hand and walked over to Zhang San and looked at her:
"You still talk?"

"The one who can't speak is called a keyboard, and I am 104!"

With his hands on his hips, he seemed to have successfully amused the girl with his awesome keyboard.

She curiously reached out and touched the keys on the keyboard, and found that they felt exactly like an ordinary keyboard.

"What will happen to you if I press it?"

Uh…

Looking at her hand on his neck, Zhang San hesitated and replied, "I'm not an ordinary keyboard, and it's useless for you to press it."

Although it said so, the red-haired beauty still pressed it.

Seeing that the keyboard in front of her did not respond, she tried other keys.

"Wait, this button doesn't work!"

Zhang San reached out to stop the little hand that was about to press on the penis. This position was not something she could touch.

"Why? Could it be that there is your secret here?"

"Press it and I'll turn into a monster scarier than the devil!"

"Ok."

She looked curiously at the black hand on the keyboard again.

It feels soft when pinched, as if it has no bones.

Even the palm of the black dumpling is like this.

"What the hell are you..."

She has never seen a 'person' like this, if keyboards can be considered people.

"My name is Ivy, how about you?"

After a certain amount of understanding, Ivy thinks that she and this keyboard can become neighbors.

She didn't object to a keyboard living next door, even if it sounded weird.

"104, these three numbers are my name."

After looking at the time on the wall, Zhang San, who felt that he was almost done talking, conjured a jar filled with mud out of thin air like a magic trick.

?

Ivy quickly looked behind it and found that there was nothing behind the keyboard.

"how did you do that?!"

Even if criminals caught in Arkham could occasionally hide something and bring it in, there were still some prerequisites.

Behind this keyboard is a screwed board, how did it bring the jar in?
"Because I'm a bat...because I'm 104!"

I almost said the wrong line, but fortunately Zhang San changed it to his own in time.

Arkham's siren went off, and cameras planted in this living room watched it conjure jars out of thin air.

"What are you going to do with a jar of mud?"

Ivy knows how difficult this special room is, and it may be impossible to use a jar of mud to escape from the keyboard.

Just as it unscrewed the lid of the jar, Ivy was surprised to find that there seemed to be some of her favorite things hidden in the mud!
"I want to solve a person, you help me drag that vigilante."

Then, Zhang San took out a pack of explosives from his personal space and stuck it on the wall.

boom! ! ! !

Looking at the blasted wall in front of him and the steel layer exposed inside, Zhang San looked at Ivy who was surrounded by plants.

She reached out and pointed, and the growing vines around her smashed a hole in the steel plate twice.

"Thank you."

Zhang San took the steel pipe in his hand and drilled out through the hole opened by the vines.

Looking around, he saw the prison guards running towards him one by one, and the steel pipes in his hands shone with lightning.

In less than half a minute, more than a dozen prison guards were stunned by him and lay on the ground.

Under the gaze of several cameras, he walked to another corridor.

But soon he came out of the corridor because the way was wrong.

At this time, with the help of vines, Ivy has arrived at the cell hall where the prisoners are held.

Just as she was about to open the cells to make Arkham even more chaotic, a voice stopped her.

"If you want to escape this prison don't do it."

"why?"

Ivy looked at the keyboard with a gun in confusion. Didn't it just want to cause chaos here?
"With the prison guard dead, Batman will go berserk. Also, do you know where the Joker is kept?"

(End of this chapter)