The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 26 Confinement
A few seconds passed.
The Penguin was still in shock and didn't recover.

There were many things that shocked him, such as the notebook in front of him, those ink stains drilled out of the paper like reptiles out of a dead body, and then squirmed on it, and finally merged into a few lines of crooked characters.

In Gotham City, there are many people who can do magic tricks, but those who can do tricks like this are rare. For a moment, the Penguin even really thought that the notebook could give birth to handwriting by itself. .

Of course, he knew it couldn't be true, but...if it was true he meant if.

So what does the displayed font mean?
This book is a reminder, is Prisoner No. 21 Harry Quinn?
And what does the term "sin fragments" mean? What does "C grade" mean? What kind of weird nickname is "Adoring the Crazy Dancer"?

Forget it, it was just a prank anyway, and it was the dumbest kind.

Because Harry Quinn is dead.Even if her body was not rotten, she was buried in the ground, locked in an urn, or simply sank in the river around Gotham City, not in the Arkham Asylum.

"It's not funny at all!" Penguin shouted calmly.

"Of course it's not funny, because it's not a joke." Ziliang clasped the black note in his hand: "But it's okay, and I didn't expect you to understand. Anyway, you just need to keep helping."

"Hahaha—you are really crazy." The Penguin laughed suddenly: "I won't help you anymore, even if you give me a key to open the door of Arkham Asylum right now, I won't help you anymore." Maybe I can help you with anything, even if it's a piece of toilet paper!"

"Is it?"

Ziliang said, revealing an evil smile
"However. It's not up to you!"

Twenty minutes later, the phone in Warden Quincy Sharp's office rang.

This phone is dedicated to receiving internal information from the madhouse, so this makes him very unhappy. Because during this time Quincy Sharp is preparing to run for the mayoral election of Gotham City at the end of the year, and half a month ago he clearly told those Prison guards, don't bother yourselves.

So, he answered the phone with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"What's wrong?" he yelled.

On the other end of the phone, a prison guard's voice came: "Here is the warden. There is something here. You seem to have to come."

Quincy Sharp's tone became even more displeased: "What, can't you handle it?"

"Well, it can be dealt with, but you'd better come here. Because...there's been a lot of fights lately."

Warden Quincy was slightly taken aback. Fights have rarely happened these years. After all, no one wants to be a guest in the infirmary: "Bastard, is it your first day at work? Anyone who fights will be sent to Professor Yang." There!"

The voice of the prison guard seemed very aggrieved: "We did do this before, but... Professor Yang asked for leave. It seems that because of staying up all night, the body is a little bit overwhelmed."

"Ah?" Warden Quincy was a little confused. He knew how perverted Professor Yang was. He almost regarded Arkham Asylum as a paradise. If it wasn't for some major event, he would never ask for leave. of.

But he still didn't realize what he was about to face, and he still yelled with dissatisfaction: "Okay, you guys gather all the people who are fighting together first, and I'll be there in a while!"

"Uh, the fighters have been locked up in the confinement room." The guard said, "Actually, there are only two of them!"

"What!" Quincy yelled, "There are only two people, and you are making such a fuss?"

"Indeed there are only two." The guard hurriedly reported, "...but the one who was beaten was Mr. Cobblepot."

Soon, the door of the confinement room was opened, and Quincy Sharp hurried in.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a picture that he could hardly believe.

Mr. Cobblepot was squatting in the corner of the confinement room, holding gauze on his nose, his eyes were a little blue, and there seemed to be some small tears.

Obviously, Mr. Copperpot was beaten, and he was beaten quite hard, but... how could anyone beat Mr. Copperpot in Arkham Asylum?You know, his power in the prison was granted by the warden himself. To beat him like this, could it be that one person singled out the entire prison area?

So Quincy Sharp looked at another corner of the confinement room with even more shocking eyes. There, the new prisoner named Ziliang was leaning against the wall like a normal person, with his legs crossed, with a little play Looking back at Warden Quincy with sad eyes.

"What's going on?" The warden turned sideways and asked the prison guard beside him without shy away.

The prison guard immediately responded: "The new prisoner, Ziliang, has been fighting with people almost every day these days, so he is sent to the infirmary every day, and since yesterday, Professor Yang asked for leave, and today, he beat Kebo Mr. Te. No one dared to dissuade him, because..."

Sean Sharp waved his hand, signaling that there is no need to continue, and he turned his gaze to the Penguin: "Hey, Mr. Copperpot, I'm sorry to make you suffer all these grievances." He said.

But the penguin didn't respond, he didn't think the other party was really apologizing to him.

"You can go out and recover from your injuries. After all, your deformed body is not as strong as a normal person." Sure enough, the warden's tone began to cool down: "And after you recover from your injuries, I have to think about it." It's an agreement between you and me."

After finishing speaking, Quincy Sharp turned his head and signaled the prison guard to take the penguin out.

This is the case with prisons. No matter how powerful a prisoner is, he is still just a prisoner. When a prisoner's dominance loses its effect, he loses the value of being used.

Soon the Penguin and the prison guards walked out of the confinement room, leaving only the warden and Ziliang in the entire space.

"Hello Ziliang, I think it's time for me to get to know you again." The warden looked down at him.

Ziliang raised his head with his eyes closed: "Oh, it's really cold-blooded. After using the tool for so many years, it's a little bit difficult to use, so why don't you just kick it away?"

Hearing such sarcasm, Warden Quincy was not angry at all, but rather satisfied: "Of course. If the tool is old, you have to replace it with a new one. You know what I mean."

Of course Ziliang understands that as a newcomer, no matter what method he uses, he can frighten all the prisoners within a few days, and even frighten them so much that they dare not intervene when beating Mr. Cobblepot. This momentum has obviously surpassed Penguin.

"You're a smart man." Seeing that Ziliang hadn't spoken, Warden Quincy continued on his own, "So I won't be fooling around. From now on, what do you want to take over that dwarf's position?"

Ziliang smiled and yawned lazily.

"You may have misunderstood me. I'm not interested in this kind of post with the attributes of a second-year-old. I didn't call you here to ask you for a reward. I wanted to ask you for something."

"Oh? What is it?" The warden still smiled, but his tone had obviously changed.

"I want the right to use your office computer," Ziliang said.

(End of this chapter)