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"Will it be open?"

“It’s really coming”

"A young boy who longs for family affection. Has he done anything major that shocked the entire Gotham?"

"Not currently, but it may be possible in the future."

"Third question: Do you feel any shame about your mother?"

After the clown heard this sentence, he didn't answer immediately. In an instant, the clown's intoxicating laughter rang out in the entire airtight cabin, which lasted for a long time.

"Silly guy, oh, no, you're not stupid, who are you?"

The scars on the corners of the clown's mouth slowly cracked as he smiled gradually crazily.Su Yu looked at the clown in front of him, spread his hands, and said with a confused look on his face: "Who is this stupid guy? I am the stupid guy."

Hearing Su Yu's erroneous answer, the clown suppressed his smile, looked at Su Yu calmly, and suddenly said in a gentle tone: "Mother, she is a good mother. To everyone, she is just a good mother." …”

Halfway through, the clown had already arrived in front of Su Yu, his eyes still calm: "It's just... you shouldn't mention her!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp blade was inserted into the aorta on Su Yu's neck, and the blood spurted out quickly soaked the entire mattress.

The clown couldn't stop laughing when he saw this scene.

"Hey, stop laughing, let's discuss the issue next time, Jerome."

Su Yu spread his hands flat on his thighs. He did not have the fear of death like ordinary people. Instead, he was very calm and interrupted the clown's laughter impatiently.

Ok?

The clown cast his gaze. At this time, Su Yu had no breath. His blood was dripping on the ground, which was particularly loud in this claustrophobic room.

The room was silent, with only the sound of ticking.

A crisp "chirp" sound sounded in front of the long-dead body, and the clown stretched out the tip of his tongue, gently touched the blood that had not yet solidified on the tip of the knife, and took a sip with a little force. The fishy smell of the blood came out. It instantly filled the clown's entire mouth.

After trying several times, the clown's eyes became bright and he said to himself with affirmation and denial: "It's the blood of a stupid guy, no, it's more like the blood of a stupid guy who has been dead for a long time." , does this lunatic asylum have any secrets that we don’t know about?”

"interesting."

Midnight and three in the morning.

In the duty room, the bearded man was looking at the computer screen that flickered on and off with an energetic expression, restlessly placing his right hand underneath.

"Fake, oh Maga!"

A feeling of relief spread rapidly from the brain to the whole body. I don't know if it was because of the heavy yin in the madhouse or something, but my body couldn't help but shiver.

At this moment, the bearded man's constricted pupils suddenly expanded, and before half a second, they retracted again.

"Um, a big man with a beard. How does this situation and this scene have anything to do with the word big man?"

Su Yu took a look, closed the computer, and stood up unsteadily. He was a little weak, but not bad, and should be able to walk normally. Then, Su Yu picked up the oversized mace, put on the key, and stepped on As he walked forward, the lights behind him slowly went out, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

It has been a few days since I came to Arkham, but I haven't had a good stroll yet. Seeing the beautiful scenery of Arkham and experiencing the intimate human touch was Su Yu's wish when he came here.

Of course, the beginning of all this is to say hello to the Penguin...