boyutpedia Chapter 31 That damned Arkham is still chasing me
Chapter 31 That damned Arkham is still chasing me
Is this a twist of fate?
Zheng En stroked his chin. Since this matter was not a loss for him, he simply made the call.
The other party arranged a time and place with him, and the interview was scheduled for this Saturday afternoon.
That meant that besides his daily tasks, there wasn't much else for him to do today. Zheng En wandered around outside all afternoon; he was lucky today and quickly finished his daily tasks.
You can spend the rest of the night holed up in your apartment.
Zheng En had a pretty good idea. He went to Chinatown and bought a large platter of cold dishes, and also brought back a big jar of spicy and sour lemon chicken feet, enough for him to eat while watching a movie all night.
Although I've been transported to Gotham and the system has run away, the interface is still there, so missions and rewards are still being sent out. If there's anything I can't solve myself, I can ask Batman for help.
Without financial pressure or life-threatening danger, he was actually living a better life than before he transmigrated.
He pulled the tab off the beverage can, lay on the sofa, and took a big gulp, letting out a long burp.
[Beep]
[Quest: Arkham Night]
You, far away in the East End, shouldn't know what's happening at Arkham Asylum. But as a player, you won't miss a single crucial moment.
After you left, Gordon and Brock did their best to work on Arkham's case.
Unfortunately, in Gotham, it's difficult for police officers who uphold justice to achieve anything.
A vigilante who wished to remain anonymous offered his help, taking on the responsibilities that should have been borne by the judicial system and its subordinate violent agencies, solely out of his sense of justice and anger.
Ordinary gangsters are nothing to a fledgling Batman, but you know, the most dangerous character there is a seemingly thin and ordinary researcher.
Batman won't die in a place like this, but perhaps you can alleviate some of his injuries.
[Mission Objective: Help Batman escape safely]
[Task Reward: US$10,000]
Simulated points × 20
Batman Skill Fragments: Gun Skills Beginner - Advanced: Gun Skills Proficiency
(While it may not be as good as characters known for their shooting skills, it's enough for you to make a name for yourself in the gang.)
Batman Skill Fragment: Basic Melee Combat Skills - Advanced: Mastery of Melee Combat Skills
(The original owner of the skill mastered 127 different fighting styles in the world. It's not unreasonable for you to learn 100 of them, is it?)
That damn Arkham is still chasing me...
Zheng En slapped himself in the face; he knew the panel wouldn't let him sit idle.
As for the investigation into Batman's hijacking of Arkham, he wasn't surprised.
In every version, Gordon always befriends Batman for various reasons.
The native Batman of this world has been around for a few months, and has already dealt with all the necessary interactions, skipping the process of turning enemies into friends and fast-forwarding to complete trust.
Before handing the document over to Brock and Gordon, Zheng En had already reviewed its contents. Although the document was incomplete, it indirectly confirmed his suspicions.
The missing persons case in Gotham continued intermittently for a long time, but the perpetrators were carefully selected. They were either outsiders like Zheng En who were unfamiliar with the area and had no identification, or homeless people who had no relatives or friends and whose disappearances went unnoticed.
If no one calls the police, it's as if the incident never happened.
Scarecrow Klein is cautious by nature. The documents reveal a significant need for a large number of victims, with at least a hundred. However, the frequency of hospital admissions has remained at a normal level, suggesting he is intentionally controlling the numbers.
No matter how careful you are, the things you do will eventually leave traces.
Gangsters on missions will be targeted by Batman, and Marshall, who binds himself to others with dirty work and treats his fellow human beings as commodities, will also stumble.
Infiltrating Arkham is not a difficult task for Batman.
Even with armed guards patrolling and keeping watch, it's still not as good as the docks heavily guarded by gangsters when contraband is traded.
The darkness became his best disguise; his black armor and cloak allowed him to easily blend into any darkness, and his grappling hook made him move freely, just like a bat that appears and disappears mysteriously in a cave.
Infiltration, reconnaissance, and interrogation are Batman's specialties. Even though he is just a rookie, he is more than capable of dealing with caregivers who have not seen much of the world.
The lone caregiver was grabbed by the collar and forced to reveal the whereabouts of the hospital director. Before the interrogation, the man's face had already been beaten black and blue.
Before enough fear is created, only pain can silence a person quickly, so as not to alert them.
In the dark and cramped cleaning room, the caregiver, whose neck was nearly suffocated by her collar, kept tilting her head back, one eye swollen and bruised, only able to squint and reveal a slit.
A sliver of light shone through the window above, falling on the creature in front of them.
The indistinct, pitch-black outline could only be vaguely discerned by two sharp horns on its head. Its whitish eye membranes resembled those of an unopened larva, as if shrouded in mist.
Whether it was tension or pain causing his heart to race, the caregiver couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
Even after Batman loosened his grip on his throat, he still looked like he couldn't breathe, gasping for air.
His pupils dilated, clearly revealing the flesh-colored mouth beneath the mask.
The mouth opened and closed, emitting extremely low and rough sounds, like a wild beast imitating human speech, or like the wind roaring over the towering tombstones.
The caregiver was stunned by the inhuman voice and stared at him blankly.
Batman repeated his question: "Where is Klein?"
"In...in..." Overwhelmed with terror, the caregiver gasped for breath, unable to speak. "Down there, in the underground factory..."
As the door closed, Batman got the clue, and he also got the peaceful sleep he wanted.
Faster, faster...
As Batman thought this, he used his grappling hook to make large movements on the outside of the wall, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Young Master, I think you don't need me to remind you to realize that excessive exercise has caused the wound you had the day before yesterday to tear open. Similarly, the old injury on your shoulder has not yet healed."
Alfred's voice came through the headset, "Please allow me to confirm whether you are mentally alert."
Bruce Wayne knew that even though he relied on hiding in the darkness, he was not a true creature of darkness.
He is human, made of flesh and blood, and can feel pain, become sluggish, experience a decline in physical strength, and have a blurred consciousness.
The excruciating pain of the tearing wound traveled precisely from his flesh to his brain, and he heard his own voice calm and composed.
"I'm fine, one penny."
Batman will be fine, and he can't be fine.
He crept down the ventilation ducts to the lower floors. The sheer size of the ducts, large enough to accommodate an adult, was significant in itself.
What did Klein do down there?
Why would it be necessary to build such a large ventilation duct?