American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Chapter 228 The Clown's Other-Dimensional Pocket

The motorcycle loaded with saplings drove quickly to the suburbs. The surrounding area was sparsely populated. The season here should be summer or autumn.

The seedlings did not feel much heat, but the surrounding trees were all covered with green leaves, adding to the vitality of the surroundings.

To be honest, Miaomu had no idea what would be here, but some things in the weeds in front made Miaomu frown and he quickly stopped the motorcycle.

It was a jumping horse lying in the grass, the kind in amusement parks that children ride on, with a spring underneath that allows one to rock left and right when riding on it.

Miaomu took off his helmet, looked at the jumping horse that had faded due to wind and sun, took out the M500 revolver from his waist, and looked around vigilantly.

Then he took a step, stepped over the weeds and walked forward. An abandoned amusement park facility appeared in front of Miaomu. Perhaps this place used to be a circus.

Miaomu saw the iron cages stacked on one side. They were already covered with rust, but there was a pile of animal bones in the cages.

In the distance there are roller coaster tracks, which are also covered in rust. The only fresh thing here is the big-nosed school bus covered with graffiti parked in the middle of the yard.

"Have I run to the Joker's hometown? But the Joker should be in Arkham Asylum now. I hope his cage is sturdy enough."

Naegi looked at the hideous clown smile on the school bus, and felt a little wary and alert. "However, the one in this world should be Harley Quinn, so... who is Harley Quinn?"

Miaomu suddenly had a bad feeling and looked towards the big tent where there was some movement.

There was also a carousel outside with a mummified corpse tied to it sitting on a headless white horse.

Miaomu rushed in directly, and the tent was in a mess.

There was also a TV with poor signal, which was playing live news with a crackling sound. It was hard to see what was on it, and the red lip print was smeared on it.

It was like someone was hugging the TV and kissing it madly, and they were wearing rose-colored lipstick.

Miao Mu didn't want to think about what happened here, because there were a lot of indescribable condoms thrown on the ground, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, Naegi really hopes that the clown from his world can come here, and if possible, he can pay for the ticket.

But no matter what he thought, Miaomu did not forget why he came here. He rummaged through his pocket for a while, took out a piece of cotton cloth, spread it on his hands, and started rummaging through the pile of garbage in front of him.

Not bringing gloves with you is really a regrettable thing. Miaomu grabbed the things on the ground and threw them around, then pulled out a packaging bag from the bottom, which contained a round smiley face cushion.

The green smiley face looks a bit like an emoticon, but with a zipper-style mouth and four-pointed star clown makeup for the eyes.

It was not big and looked like a portable wallet. Miaomu tore open the packaging bag and took out the smiley face.

[Smiley Pocket: Dimensional storage, it can hold an elephant. Of course, by the time you take it out, it may have become a group of elephants. Who knows?]

"This thing looks a bit tricky."

It was the first time that Naegi had seen an item of this description. It seemed full of uncertainty and had no reliable explanation.

Just like the bird-like appearance of the clown, unreliable.

Miaomu picked up a chair from the ground and placed it on the smiley pocket. The zipper's mouth opened instantly, swallowed the chair in one gulp, and disappeared without a trace.

Miaomu quickly unzipped his pants, looked at the dark inside, and shook it vigorously, but there was nothing inside.

It turned over and fell outward, making a loud noise.

There were some other things on the ground, including a box of bullets, a piece of wood, and a bloody shirt.

If there was no chair that was just eaten, perhaps the explanation of the smiley pocket would be correct, and it would really change.

Miao Mu looked at the smiley face pocket in his hand and had a bold idea in his mind. He threw the TV that was crackling next to him into it, but he did not unplug the power cord and the wires were still exposed.

The smiley pocket had already swallowed the TV. Miaomu pulled the wire and pulled the TV out again. Nothing else came out, but at least the pocket could hold things.

Throwing the TV in again, this time Miaomu unplugged the power cord and instantly disappeared into the smiley pocket.

When you pour it out again, there will be nothing left.

This thing seems to have a temper, it's hard to say, Naegi stuffed the smiley pocket into his arms and turned to look at a map of Gotham City covered with graffiti, which was drawn in crayons.

I don’t know about other things, but Naegi is very familiar with the Arkham place, especially the green-haired clown painted on it, but... it’s none of his business.

This is not his world. No matter what the clown does, as long as it does not interfere with him, he will just keep out of it.

Miaomu was very open-minded. After going out, he looked at the dried corpse on the carousel next to him. Miaomu took out a lighter and set the tent on fire.

It was burned cleanly in a fire, which can be considered as collecting the bodies.

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At the Bat Base, the elevator slowly descended. Miaomu got off the motorcycle, hung his helmet on the handlebars, and pulled his collar.

Bruce, who was adjusting the data system in a pile of mechanical exoskeletons, looked up.

"It seems your operation is going smoothly?"

"Thanks to you, it's okay. What is this?" Miaomu walked over and looked at the mechanical exoskeleton on the workbench.

"I just made some small parts as a personal hobby." Bruce didn't say it directly, but changed the subject: "You said before that you could treat my spine. Is that true?"

"It's true, but I want some medical fees. Besides, I might want more, like that."

Naegi pointed at the Batcomputer, apparently asking for the simulated map of the multiverse, and Bruce nodded.

"I agree. Of course, I have already prepared the consultation fee. But what do you need for treatment?"

"If possible, do you have the film? My treatment is very simple, but if you have other problems with your spine, it will be difficult to deal with. I need to take a look."

Naegi's treatment method is to directly use the immortal wine made from the Dionysus Gem, which has a similar effect to the Lazarus Pool, but it does not have the long-term restorative power of the Dionysus factor.

"Here you go." Bruce was obviously prepared and handed the glasses to Naegi. She was already prepared for all the inspections.

But even the best doctors told her that the damage was irreversible. The best outcome was that she would be able to walk again, but she would never be able to participate in any extreme sports events in her lifetime.

Miaogi put on his glasses and looked at the skeleton of Bruce's body. The spine on her back was severely broken, as if her back was folded up.

Even though Miaomu didn't know medicine, he could see that it was a miracle that she was still alive. The damage to her spine was too severe, and the bones in other parts of her body were not healthy either.

"I think you should reset it, damn..."

Miao Mu pinched his nose suddenly. He didn't expect that the perspective system of this pair of glasses could be used in a non-virtual state.

"what happened?"

Naegi's sudden reaction made Bruce's face change, and she looked around quickly. Her first reaction was that something was happening around her.

"It's nothing, I just have a little... high blood pressure." Miaomu pinched his nose, wiped the blood that was flowing out, and took off his glasses.

"Actually, you can prepare it. By the way, do you like to drink it?" Miao Mu asked.

"Sure." Bruce nodded. Although she never drank, she still enjoyed the steak stewed in red wine.

"Then...what happened?"

Just as Miao Mu was about to say something else, the Batcomputer suddenly beeped and virtual screens lit up one by one.

Bruce's face looked extremely bad.