All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang put his hands into his messy hair and scratched it fiercely.

"This version of Gotham City doesn't feel quite right. Is there something wrong with the 'Compass'?"

He muttered and began to tap the notebook in his hand vigorously, as if tapping a TV that suddenly lost signal. But in the end, I didn't take a picture of anything, so I could only sigh and put it in my pocket.

Then, Ziliang kicked the ground with his feet and let the chair slide in front of a hostage.

After such a period of time, everyone has made it clear that as long as they cooperate, this doctor in a white coat will not kill anyone. So when they saw Ziliang's actions, everyone just subconsciously shrank and did not say anything. scream.

"Brother, do you have any cigarettes?" Ziliang asked.

In front of him was a typical office worker, wearing a suit and tie. He was overweight, bald, with purple lips and gray nails. If you usually see such a person, if you ask him if he smokes, eight out of ten people will get it. All of them will say yes, and the remaining two who say no are because they don’t want to give it to you.

Sure enough, the man nodded immediately, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed them all to Ziliang.

Ziliang also put the whole bag into his pocket without any courtesy, then lit it with his lighter and took a deep breath.

"Do you know Mr. Bruce Wayne?" he asked.

"Bruce Wayne," the office worker repeated, as if he was searching his memory for something he hadn't used for a long time: "Ah! Of course I know him, but he's already dead. He's been dead for many years."

Ziliang's face suddenly became depressed, and then he took a long puff of cigarette. This puff made him feel the decadent feeling of a hard-working migrant worker who was owed wages.

To be honest, he has been in this world for three months, and there are robberies, murders, explosions, and other incidents happening every day. He thought that the daily life here was like this, plus Ziliang was lazy in his room all day long. In the small hospital, he really didn't find out until now that the man named "Bruce Wayne" was dead.

Of course, the reason why this kind of thing that should have been discovered long ago is only figured out now is because Ziliang himself doesn't know much about "Gotham". He has experienced too many worlds, and there is no such thing as "Gotham". He was thinking about one of them - in fact, it was not until half a month ago that he vaguely learned from his notebook that there was a rich man named Bruce Wayne, who was actually the weirdo who called himself "Batman".

A little while passed.

Soon, the phone rang. As soon as Ziliang escaped, he came to another person, and that person also handed over the phone very cooperatively.

Ziliang answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

"Hello Ziliang, I'm the Chief of Gotham Police Department, Jim Gordon." A deep male voice came from the phone.

"Ah, I really admire your name for a long time." Ziliang said lazily.

The words just fell!

"Bang!" a gunshot sounded,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and the crowd started to commotion again.

"Asshole! What are you doing?" Director Gordon was startled, and his voice sounded very angry and panicked.

After Ziliang identified the gunshots and shouts coming from the other party's microphone, he nodded with satisfaction: "Oh, it's nothing. I just made sure you were really outside."

"Okay, stop doing this kind of thing!" Gordon said while suppressing his anger: "I have already learned the general situation from Officer Hill. You are a smart man, so you should have understood that you can't escape. That's right, since you haven't killed anyone or caused any damage so far, as long as you surrender, I can promise to intercede with the judge on your behalf and give you the minimum sentence!" He spoke in an extremely sincere tone, and deliberately lowered his voice. He lowered his tone and created an atmosphere of "this is a reliable thing."

"Ah, thank you for your kindness." Ziliang muttered: "But I don't want to accept your favor, and now you have to understand that I have the final say here."

"Okay, you have the final say." Director Gordon said in a deep voice. In fact, he knew very well that the promises just made would not bring about any improvement in the situation. In fact, any robber with any brains would know that as long as there are no hostages as As a bargaining chip, almost all the promises made by the police are fart: "Well now that I'm here as you wished, you have to show a little sincerity."

"Hahaha——" Ziliang suddenly laughed: "You are indeed an expert. Okay, tell me."

"I need to confirm the safety of the hostages!"

"Of course." Ziliang said: "And I not only want to tell you about the safety of the hostages, I will also release the hostages directly."

"What!" Such an answer surprised Director Gordon. For a moment, he thought he had heard wrong.

"Yes, you heard it right. I will release the hostages. Just give me some time to prepare. During this period, you must ensure that you stay honest and don't break the rules. That's it. So, goodbye. "At this point, the call was immediately hung up.

All the guards looked at each other in shock at this sudden change, and they seemed to have no idea that the robbery case would be solved so smoothly.

About 5 minutes later.

With a sudden crunching sound, the bank's originally closed door opened.

At the same time, everyone was slightly surprised by the sight in front of them. They saw a man kneeling inside the door, wearing a police uniform. He had a paper bag for money on his head, his hands were tied, and there were clothes hanging on his chest. A sign with a number written on it: "31". There is also a line of small words below, but it's a bit far away, so I can't see it clearly.

"Telescope, telescope!" Commissioner Gordon shouted.

The people next to him hurriedly brought over a telescope. Gordon immediately put it in front of his eyes and looked at the note on the hostage's chest. Under the huge "31", it read - [Please call me. 】A few words like this.

"Damn, what on earth is this bastard doing?" Gordon cursed as if he was talking to himself, then picked up the phone and immediately dialed the number again.

The call was quickly connected, and Ziliang's voice came from inside: "Hi, Director Gordon, the hostage you want."

Gordon lowered his voice: "This is just one person. I want to ensure the safety of all hostages, and you said you would release them!"

"I know, I know." Ziliang said in an impatient tone, and then suddenly raised his voice: "Okay, the one at the door, you can leave!"