"You were involved in the danger of killing the city of Falcone..." Before Gordon could finish his words, Arthur raised his hand to stop him. He had not encountered this situation for a long time.

The police of that world are his loyal fans, although there will be some "loving people" who want to change everything from within.

"Let me think about it." Arthur swallowed the cold water and said, "Oh~ I remembered, you are Gordon, the police chief."

He walked to the sofa with a water glass and sat down: "What evidence is there?"

He is now in a good mood to "deal with" them, similar to a game-triggered mission.

Gordon saw that he was confident: "A lot of evidence."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head: "A lot of evidence, which means there is no evidence? Who did you know about this from?"

In the magical state, his condition is 100% peak, and he will not suffer from middle-aged and old troubles such as hair loss.

Even weight and height will change slightly.

The only evidence that can be given to them, apart from verbal complaints, is fingerprints. By the way, are fingerprints in the magic state the same as the fingerprints on the body?

Even if it is the same.

It's useless, his identity information is all fake.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

Arthur put down the water glass, leaned back, and looked like he was thinking hard: "Batman, or Cyborg?"

The only ones who can be so boring are these two people.

Superman, afraid of strangers and timid, should be eliminated first.

Curry and Diana, these two are outside of human society and are only interested in attacking and pretending to be their Court of Owls.

The suspicion is very low.

"Or maybe it's the Amazons..." Arthur said slowly. Just because the suspicion is low doesn't mean there is none.

"No, no." Arthur suddenly shook his head and overturned his statement: "It's Cyborg, that guy is very loyal to the government."

Batman is cautious and suspicious, so he probably won't disclose information casually, not to mention that Arthur once said that Falcone is from the Court of Owls.

Maybe now, he has begun to doubt all the important people.

"..." Gordon was silent, his guess surprised him.

As expected of a Gothamite.

He has looked for Batman but hasn't gotten any useful information.

The fact that Arthur was the murderer was conveyed from above, and there was no detailed explanation of who found out.

"That's a good guess, but unfortunately..." he started, then retracted his words, his eyes firm: "Follow us back to the police station, otherwise don't blame us for using force."

Arthur spread his hands on the back of the sofa and turned his palms: "Whatever."

Ruling the world is very troublesome, he has experienced it personally, and rebels will appear almost every once in a while.

"Director." Just when they were about to take action, a man ran into the villa and whispered a few words in his ear.

Dispelled his idea.

Gordon clenched his fists, unwilling to compromise: "You're lucky, let's go."

Watching them exit the villa, Arthur raised his eyebrows and stopped paying attention. He leaned over and took the newspaper from the table, and the maids came forward to tidy up the house silently, very quickly.

…

At night, Arthur jumped out of the house from his bedroom window, thunder exploded, and he completed his transformation in the air.

The maids were awakened from their sleep by the sudden thunder and quickly fell asleep again.

According to Luther, there might be something in Arkham Asylum, and he was going to take a look and try his luck.

The omnipotent magic allowed him to fly silently. Looking at the old mental hospital not far away, a strange thought flashed through Arthur's mind.

It's a church, right? Why is a lunatic asylum designed like this?

There is a cross on the roof, which is not in the information.

He landed in front of the lunatic asylum, and the breeze blew up, bringing up the dust on the ground.

A dark shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye. Arthur turned his head and saw nothing unusual. He looked back at the asylum and narrowed his eyes.

The lunatic asylum at this time was like an abyss of hell, exuding an aura that made people feel uncomfortable all the time.

"Ha..." Arthur looked away and chuckled with unknown meaning, pretending to be a ghost.

With his current strength, except for some super common sense creatures, no one can kill him in a short time.

magic?

He is a magical creature himself and has unimaginable resistance to magic.

Arthur didn't think that a small lunatic asylum was worthy of those super-common sense creatures curling up here for a long time.

Probably some unknown demon.

Or maybe it's a small pendant related to the magic boss.

He walked up and gently opened the wooden door. The old wooden door seemed to be "whining" like an old man who was about to come to an end.

Ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!

The wooden door was completely opened, the hall was dark, and Arthur's shadow stretched extremely long in the moonlight.

Fortunately, Arthur had good eyesight. After a short period of adapting to the darkness, he could barely see the internal structure clearly.

Wow!

At night, weak sounds would be amplified several times. Arthur moved his eyes and saw a blurry short figure suddenly slipped behind the counter.

It? Or him?

He let go of the wooden door and stepped over. Suddenly! The wooden door closed automatically. Arthur stayed where he was, only feeling that the air temperature was slowly decreasing.

squeak!

A ball of golden light lit up, driving part of the hall into darkness. Arthur held the lightning bolt in his right hand and approached the counter.

The footsteps and heartbeat frequency coincided involuntarily.

The counter revealed its true appearance under the golden light, and its entire body was painted with some kind of green paint.

Due to the passage of time, the paint has peeled off in many parts, and the yellowed wooden boards are scattered and exposed, which is seriously mismatched.

He sprinted quickly, looked down, frowned, and found it strange that the thing had disappeared.

He couldn't figure out how it (him) disappeared when he kept his eyes on the counter and didn't hear any movement.

Magic? Or weird.

This aroused his stronger curiosity. In case of missing something, he opened the drawers one by one and rummaged through them carefully.

Cotton swabs, analgesics, syringes, tourniquets, medical records and other items almost filled several drawers on the counter.

He took out a thick medical record from it and placed it gently on the counter. Arthur looked through it carefully by the light of lightning.

"Martha Wayne..." I couldn't help but whisper: "Thomas Wayne's wife."

According to the records, Martha was sent to this lunatic asylum many times, but her condition did not improve, and there were faint signs of splitting into a second personality.

Close the medical record and wait to take it home to learn more about it.

He raised his head and suddenly stopped.

In the corner of his eye, a slender black figure was standing not far from the counter!

I don’t know when it appeared, and I don’t know how long it (he) watched.

"Damn it, are you taking it too seriously?" Reading with a ball of light in a dark environment will help you concentrate more.

Keep moving, try not to disturb it (him), and shoot lightning from your right hand at a very fast speed.

The light of lightning shone through, and the monster disappeared out of thin air. The attack naturally had no effect, and it hit the wall, causing sparks to bloom.

"Illusion?" His pupils shrank suddenly and quickly moved away. The tree-shaped scorch marks on the wall were centered on the location where he was hit and spread to all sides.

I knocked on the wall and it didn't feel fake.

Another bolt of lightning was fired, with the volts specially increased and the time extended. The fire splashed and the magic array flashed past. Arthur understood: "Sure enough..."


Chapter completed!