All Worlds Madhouse

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

It is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words. If you are here, you can clearly feel that this old man with a stooped body is transforming. Although he didn't do anything, not even move, you could feel that he had begun to break away from the body in front of you and gradually transformed into 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 dark night. In an instant, 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 dark night no longer needs light. .

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

On the "Compass", the pages seemed to feel some kind of powerful stimulation, and they began to vibrate crazily. The pages started to fly like crazy, like a book being opened by the strong wind, making a rattling sound! An invisible pen is frantically writing the words "escape", large and small, on every page, densely packed and eye-catching.

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

"Taste this memory well. Gotham City is not an ordinary place. Although 'Jim Gordon' can make it better, this is not salvation after all, but a kind of lingering before death.

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 return again.

Bring another "twin sin piece" with you that can stand up to you.

I'm sure you'll be looking forward to seeing each other again.

So, goodbye, Mr. Bruce Wayne. "

After saying this, Ziliang put the notebook in his pocket and slowly missed Bruce Wayne's body. Old Joey also picked up Harry Quinn, followed Ziliang, and disappeared. 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 out of consciousness and tightly grasped the page that fell in front of him.

Another line of fonts appeared distortedly.

【Plane:∞】

[Level of sin:? ? ? ? 】

[The self-rescuer who travels across all realms]

【Ziliang】

[Status: Near death]

The gunshots continued, and this offensive and defensive war seemed to last for a long, long time.

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

The prisoners have escaped control, Arkham Asylum has fallen, and the life and death of Warden Quincy Sharp are unknown. This ending has achieved their goal, so there is no need to continue to increase unnecessary casualties. Presumably, soon, the law will Mr. Ercone will come forward and bring this war to an end.

As for what method he used? Maybe it's a phone call, maybe it's throwing out a few scapegoats. In short, for a man who created the Gotham gang empire, he will always have his own way.

So Ziliang didn't need to worry about these things at all.

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

"Well, if you hadn't left then, I would have run away first." Old Joey muttered, still a little scared.

Zi Liang also quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "You think I'm not afraid, but those are S-class sinful fragments. With our current bodies, it will be over if one of them can't handle it, but there is no way, I have to take him The self-hypnosis is completely destroyed, otherwise it may be even more troublesome next time.”

Having said this, Ziliang glanced at Harry Quinn, who was still unconscious, and nodded with satisfaction.

"But no matter what, the expected goal has finally been achieved. I wonder what interesting things the hospital will evolve this time."

Old Joey pouted: "Hey, it would be great if my pig farm could also evolve. I will also find a 'craftsman' to build one for me later."

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

"Who told you to always stop me? You can't chop this, you can't chop that, just like last time."

"You still mean to say that you know what Godzilla was that you wanted to chop last time? Do you know what Godzilla is?" Ziliang shouted angrily.

Old Joey hesitated for a moment: "Well, the meat is very good, maybe a little hard, but it should be good for feed."

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

She slowly opened her eyes.

In his sight, there is a light that is not strong, glowing a little light yellow, very gentle and warm. Under the illumination of the light, a bottle of bright red medicine hung on an infusion stent. It seemed a little thick like blood. The blood was ticking along the infusion tube and slowly flowing into her body. .

"Who am I? Where am I?"

This may be a 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 chaos, and just this simple thought brought about a wave of dizziness.

"Uh-huh——"

She groaned and tried to sit up.

Also due to long-term muscle atrophy, this simple movement became extremely difficult, but she still managed it in the end.

Quinn looked around. It looked like a single ward in a hospital. It was not large, with only two beds. The walls were closed with curtains, so he couldn't see the outside scene, let alone the daytime. Still dark.

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

She wanted to look outside, which was extremely important for a person who had just woken up.

So, Harry Quinn opened the curtains.

Then, she saw outside the window

A vast white space with nothing, no heaven and earth, no up and down, only the small building where I am.

Quiet. Floating