The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 36 Carnival ([-])

Professor Yang stayed in his own infirmary for three days and three nights?

Could it be that he has been doing it all the time!Continuous!Are you going through those things?
At this moment, are you still suffering?

Is he still alive?
These eerie questions came to the warden's mind.

"Don't worry, of course he's still alive." Zihao seemed to see through Quincy Sharp's heart again, and answered his question kindly: "I'm not his kind of third-rate character, believe me, if no one goes If you let him down, then he will definitely not die from electric shock but from starvation."

Ziliang's simple words instantly made Warden Quincy Sharp's whole body feel like he was trapped in an ice cellar. Of course he knew what it meant, but he didn't dare to imagine what Professor Yang had become at this moment. If it hadn't been for Warden Quincy's restraint, he would have almost vomited by now.

See, the psychological defenses that people think are strong are actually easy to defeat.

"Give me some time." Warden Quincy is a smart man, he already understood his situation, and naturally gave up struggling.He immediately turned on the computer and began to search for the original structure diagram of the Arkham Asylum before the expansion.

He is even afraid now, what if he can't find it.

Just as Ziliang thought, Professor Yang's story gave us Quincy Warden a lot of support, and his work efficiency improved a lot, and it didn't take long.

"Mr. Ziziliang, I found it." Quincy Sharp said, he even changed his address now.

Zihao seemed very satisfied with Quincy Sharp's speed. He smiled: "Look, isn't this very simple? After getting motivated, people will always do some jobs that they think they can't do."

Warden Quincy didn't speak, he could only do his best to cooperate with this guy named Ziliang. Of course, he kept cursing in his heart, when will the gang from the Gotham Police Department come over? .

"As for the Gotham Police Department." Ziliang said softly again: "You don't need to be so anxious. I have already issued a crisis alert for you half an hour ago, but the Arkham Asylum was captured. This is no small matter. , I guess Director Gordon will not be stupid and rush over immediately. The police force is ready, the approval of weapons, and the deployment of personnel. hours."

Quincy Sharp was trembling all over. He looked at the man in front of him in shock, could he see through people's minds?

"Of course I can't see through people's thoughts. However, the thoughts of most human beings are not difficult to guess." Ziliang said. To Quincy Sharp, his words have now become words from hell. He whispered: "As for what you are wondering now, why am I so calm when I know the police are coming soon. Hehe, who said that I am not in a hurry, I am anxious to death now, I said, I am just like you We are all waiting for the police to arrive, more precisely, I am waiting for Jim Gordon."

"Why?"

Ziliang took out the black notebook and opened it casually.

At this moment, a "Structure Diagram of Arkham Asylum" has quietly appeared on the page.

Ziliang nodded with satisfaction: "As for why, I guess you will know soon, of course, the premise is that you can live until then." He said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Copperpot Said, he wants to talk to you."

After saying this, Ziliang stood up and opened the door of the office. Outside the door, Mr. Coppert had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"To be honest, I haven't figured it out until now. What exactly do you want to do?" The penguin raised his head and looked at Ziliang who walked out of the office.

Ziliang seemed to be in a good mood, and he smiled: "It's troublesome to say, but our deal went smoothly, and now he belongs to you." Warden.

Coppert also smiled: "Okay, but at least you have to tell me, who are you?"

"Who?" Ziliang asked inexplicably: "Haha——not 'who?', but 'what?'."

He said with a smile, and then waved his hands: "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions, but now I have more important things to attend to, so let's keep your questions for now, anyway, we will meet again. "

"When?" Penguin asked
"Probably the 'next' seven or eight years ago." Ziliang missed the body of the penguin, took out a cigarette and lit it, and said without looking back.

This sentence was extremely awkward. Mr. Coppert heard it clearly, but he didn't understand it, but he knew that he didn't need to ask any more questions at this time, so he just smiled at the back. Then he turned around and walked into the warden's office.

"So, Mr. Quincy Sharp, now... it's your time and mine."

He said and closed the office door
In the corridor, Joey followed Ziliang through the chaotic madhouse.

"Uh, aren't you really walking around?" Old Joey asked while looking around. In his opinion, all the corridors here look similar.

Ziliang looked at the structural diagram in the notebook: "I remember I told you last time that you treat the route on the map as the folds on a pig, and this will probably cure your road madness."

Joey frowned: "Uh? Did you really say that? But how can a pig grow such wrinkles?"

"How would I know?" Ziliang muttered angrily.

In this way, the two guys walked while chatting about boring topics, and soon, the two came to a place that looked like an old gate.

"Is it here?" Joey asked.

Ziliang closed the notebook: "Yes, comparing the structure of Arkham Asylum 8 years ago with the current structure, it is easy to find places where the design does not overlap."

"Oh" Joey nodded, but he didn't understand at all.

But he didn't care, usually under such circumstances, he just had to follow what Ziliang said.

So old Joey habitually raised his trouser belt, walked to the deserted door, kicked the door open with a "bang", and the dust that had accumulated for an unknown number of years was shaken off.

"Cough-cough-"

Old Joey fanned the floating ash in front of him.
A staircase extending downward appeared in sight.

(End of this chapter)