The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 42

Bruce Wayne's body was convulsing, and without the maintenance of drugs, those original memories were breaking through the fetters of false thinking and began to emerge.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words. If you were here, you could clearly feel that this stooped old man was transforming.Although he didn't do anything, even didn't move, but you can feel that he has started to break away from the body in front of you, gradually becoming another existence.

An extremely terrifying existence.

He was completely curled up in the darkness, and the trembling of his body seemed to resonate with the night. Suddenly, the night wind began to howl, and the clouds in the sky moved closer to the moonlight, telling the people under the moonlight that this night no longer needed light. .

【escape!escape!escape!escape!escape!escape!escape!escape!escape! 】

On the "compass", those pages began to vibrate crazily as if they felt some kind of powerful stimulus, and the pages began to fly like crazy, like a book being blown away by a strong wind, making a rattling noise!An invisible pen is frantically writing the characters [escape], big and small, on every page, densely packed, touching every eye.

Ziliang was still smiling. He closed the trembling black notebook with a snap, and stood in front of Bruce Wayne.

"Take a good taste of this memory. Gotham City is not an ordinary place. Although 'Jim Gordon' can make this place a little better, it is not salvation after all, but a lingering last breath before dying.

The only thing that can defeat sin is sin itself.

I hope you remember this sentence until you fully wake up.

Until then, I will come back again.

Take another "Twin Sins Fragment" against which you can tribunal.

I am sure that you will look forward to seeing each other again.

So, goodbye, Mr. Bruce Wayne. "

After saying this, Ziliang put the notebook into his pocket, and slowly missed Bruce Wayne's body, while Old Joey also picked up Harry Quinn, followed behind Ziliang, and disappeared into the into the night.

Bruce Wayne covered his head and groaned. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. His hand seemed to be unconsciously grasping the paper that fell in front of him.

Another line of distorted fonts appeared on it.

[Plane: ∞]

[Crime level:? ? ? ? 】

【The self-rescuer who traveled across the world】

【Ziliang】

[Status: Dying]

The gunfire is still going on, and this kind of offensive and defensive war seems to last for a long, long time.

However, no one is a fool, so neither the "Penguin" Coppert nor the "Roman" Falcone can really lose their lives like a war.

The prisoners are out of control, the Arkham Asylum has fallen, and Warden Quincy Sharp is dead or alive. This ending has achieved their goal, so there is no need to continue to increase unnecessary casualties. It must be soon. Mr. Alcone will come forward and bring this war to an end.

As for what method he used?Maybe it's a phone call, maybe throwing out a few scapegoats, in short, for a person who created Gotham's gang empire, he always has his own way.

So Ziliang doesn't need it at all, and doesn't want to worry about these things.

Therefore, the two culprits who promoted the whole incident chose a route that could bypass the battlefield during the battle, and quietly walked out of the Arkham Asylum.

"Well, if you didn't leave at that time, I would have to run away first." Old Joey muttered a little scared.

Ziliang also heaved a sigh of relief: "You think I'm not afraid, it's an S-level sin fragment, with our current bodies, it's over if we don't fix it, but there's no way, I have to put him in Completely destroy the self-hypnosis, otherwise it may be even more troublesome when you come back next time."

Speaking of this, Ziliang glanced at Harry Quinn who was still in a coma, and nodded with satisfaction.

"But no matter what, the expected goal has finally been accomplished. I don't know what interesting things the hospital can evolve this time."

Old Joey pouted: "Hey, it would be nice if my pig farm could also evolve, and I'll find an 'craftsman' to build one for me later on."

"Come on, looking around for pig feed isn't enough for you?"

"Who told you to always stop me, this one can't be chopped, that one can't be chopped, just like last time"

"You mean to say, you know what Godzilla you were going to chop up last time? Do you know what Godzilla is?" Ziliang shouted angrily.

Old Joey hesitated for a moment: "Well, the quality of the meat is very good, it may be a bit hard, but it should be good for feed."

Ziliang's face was paralyzed helplessly. He probably wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve it, but suddenly remembered that the cigarette seemed to be gone, so he could only rub his head bitterly, and let out a helpless sigh in the night.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In the line of sight, there is a beam of light that is not strong, glowing a little yellowish, very gentle and warm.Under the light, a bottle of bright red medicine was hung on an infusion stand. It seemed a little viscous, like blood, and the blood was slowly flowing into her body along the infusion tube. .

"Who am I? Where am I?"

This may be the question that every person who has been sleeping for a long time will ask after waking up.

But luckily, she seemed to gradually recall the answer to the first question.

"I'm Harry Quinn!"

After nearly ten years of deep sleep, Quinn's mind was in turmoil, and just this simple thought brought a burst of dizziness.

"Uh-"

She groaned and tried to sit up.

It was also because of long-term muscle atrophy that made this simple movement extremely difficult, but...she managed it after all.

Quinn looked around, it looked like a single ward in a hospital, it was small in size, with only two beds, and the curtains were drawn on the side wall, so he couldn't see the outside scene, let alone know the daytime It's still night.

She struggled, pulled out the infusion needle in her hand, and then used all her strength to climb out of bed. In the chaos, she leaned on the wall and came to the window.

She wanted to look outside, which couldn't be more important for a person who had just woken up.

So, Harry Quinn opened the curtains.

Then, she saw out the window
A vast white space, nothing, no heaven and earth, no up and down, only this small building where I am,
quiet. floating
(End of this chapter)