N-A-A Chapter 61 The Giant Bat and the First Joker
Chapter 61 The Giant Bat and the First Joker
Chapter 61 The Giant Bat and the First Joker
Elizabeth Arkham Crime Asylum.
It is also known as Arkham Asylum.
Located on the outskirts of Gotham City.
Apart from some abandoned and dilapidated buildings and homeless people scavenging for scraps, no residents were willing to live in this area.
However, the occupancy rate of the mental hospital itself is quite good. Like Blackgate Prison, it is already overcrowded.
At this moment, the rain was pouring down like a woven curtain.
Lucas hovered silently above the dilapidated, gloomy, and oppressive Gothic building, looking down at the scene below.
After parting ways with Slade, he came straight here.
As for why I suddenly came here.
It's not because this is Gotham's most notorious prison of sin.
It wasn't just a whim to come and spy on those mad prisoners.
He wasn't curious enough to explore the inner world of a group of madmen.
The main reason is the Abyss World.
In his mind, strange fluctuations were emanating from the abyss world.
Through the hive consciousness, Lucas felt an intense longing.
The source was this infamous asylum.
It's obvious that something in this asylum is drawing the abyss in.
After carefully sensing his exact location once more, Lucas immediately plummeted to the ground.
In the long, narrow corridor.
The overhead lights flickered, as if they would complete their mission at any moment.
The whole process was simpler than I had imagined.
The journey was virtually unimpeded.
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There were no guards, no cameras, no medical staff, and no one was on duty at the front desk.
This fully embodies Gotham's old traditions.
Lucas even saw prisoners performing a play inside a hospital ward as he passed by one.
It's Shakespeare's *The Tempest*.
A tall, thin old man with a pale face and wearing a pair of round, retro-style goggles stood on a raised concrete platform.
While dramatically shaking the steel fork in his hand, he sang in a hoarse voice:
If you dare disobey me, I will torment you with an incurable disease, making your bones ache to the core, and your cries so pitiful that even wild beasts tremble.
Half of the prisoners below the stage were dazed and numb, with empty eyes.
Half of them were excited and restless, whispering among themselves.
Halfway through the song, a burly prisoner suddenly rushed onto the stage, grabbed the old man by the collar, and punched him repeatedly in the face and chest: "Shut up! It sounds awful!"
In an instant, chaos erupted inside.
Lucas paused almost imperceptibly for a few seconds, then continued walking deeper into the corridor without stopping.
At the end was a fairly large storage room with an iron door that was locked, which he ripped off.
After looking around, Lucas suddenly walked to the deepest part of the room and punched a peeling concrete wall.
"Boom!"
The thick concrete burst open like tofu in an instant, and amidst the flying dust, bricks and soil crumbled away, revealing a deep underground staircase.
It was dark inside.
But thanks to [Divine Insight], the scene beyond the secret passage was fully revealed.
At the end of the passageway was a closed space filled with a strong smell of camphor mixed with the stench of old blood.
In the center of the room stood a high-backed chair, on which draped a severely oxidized and blackened pearl-white wedding dress, stained with old bloodstains.
On the low table next to the chair was a diary with a leather cover.
Signed—Amadeus Arkham.
The source of the anomaly was this diary.
Lucas frowned, picked it up casually, and silently opened it.
The handwriting inside is messy and illegible, with numerous defects, smears, and scratches from fingernails.
Autumn, 1917, a rainy night.
Mother didn't sleep another night.
From as far back as she can remember, she has been haunted by the same nightmare.
Spring, 1919, rainy night.
The mother saw it again.
She said the bat was hanging upside down from the ceiling, its wings like blood-soaked shrouds, trying to burrow into her brain, devour her mind, and drag her into boundless darkness.
She screamed all night long until her throat was torn and she could only make breathy sounds.
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A rainy night in 1920.
Her mother begged her to be killed, and she could no longer endure the torment.
:
A rainy night in 1921.
Martin Hawkins—the "mad dog" I brought back from Metropolitan Prison—has escaped.
He broke into my home and tore my wife and daughter apart. He carved his nickname into little Harriet's chest.
A rainy night in 1921.
I also saw that huge, ferocious-looking bat.
It was covered in blood and stared intently at me.
That was not an illusion.
As Lucas read these words, he felt a sudden burst of dense noise in his mind.
However, just as the noise reached its peak, he forcibly cut it off with a single thought.
[Aspiring to be at the top] endowed him with all the resistances equivalent to physical resistance, and those noises could not affect him.
At the same time, sensing the fluctuations in consciousness emanating from the hive, Lucas directly stored the diary into the Abyss World.
Almost instantly, countless dark particles surged up, like hungry beasts devouring the diary.
The whole process lasted less than five minutes, and the diary was completely devoured.
To Lucas's surprise, the shadow particles that were successfully devoured had increased in size by several times.
at the same time.
A black police car drove through the puddles and came to a stop in front of the Arkham Iron Gate.
The car door opened, and Gordon pulled a young man with dyed red hair out of the car, saying coldly, "The law may not be able to punish you, but this place will be your prison for life, and you will spend the rest of your life here!"
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"Life in Gotham is short, especially for a cop like you with an overflowing sense of justice."
The red-haired youth's lips curled up, and he suddenly inhaled the air around him with a look of utter delight: "The smell here—wow, it's so wonderful, so warm, so touching. I love it here."
Gordon, suppressing his anger, said, "You're not crazy. You're a cold-blooded killer. You killed your own mother, you wretch!"
kind."
"Mother? Ha—"
The other person seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world; their shoulders heaved violently, and laughter forced out of their throat: "That woman who treated me like trash, like a punching bag for her men's anger, does she even deserve to be called a mother?"
"I just relieved her of her suffering, Gordon. Like ending the suffering of a dog with a broken leg—kind and clean."
At this point, the other person suddenly burst into a sharp, manic laugh.
"Hopeless!"
Gordon frowned, pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and firmly cuffed the red-haired youth's hands, escorting him through the iron gate and corridor to the empty front desk.
However, he didn't find it strange.
During the few days he was sent to this mental hospital, he had a clear understanding of the people's usual state.
After pressing the call bell five times, the uniformed guard finally emerged from the duty room, still half asleep.
Upon seeing Gordon, he immediately greeted him familiarly: "What's wrong? What big shot have you offended this time?"
"Obviously not, I'm here to escort criminals," Gordon replied.
The guard took the register.
"Name?"
Jerome.
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A moment later, the guard took out the key and handed it to Gordon. "The room is the first one on the left at the very end of the corridor. You know the procedure."
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"Thanks." Gordon took the keys and pulled Jerome over.
A twisted, amusement tugged at the corner of the other person's mouth: "You really think this place can trap me?"
Gordon frowned and shoved him hard. "This place is enough to keep you trapped."
Jerome staggered a few steps, turned back to stare at Gordon, his laughter growing increasingly shrill, his mouth seemingly splitting to his ears. He had become even more deranged since entering this place: "I am innocent, you are the guilty ones. You wait, Gotham will soon remember my name."
A smile is contagious, hahahaha————