The light in front of his eyes flickered, and when Robert looked again, Amadeus' figure was no longer in front of him, and the pale corridor of the asylum was back in his sight.
With the decoration of Arkham Asylum from decades ago as a comparison, Robert saw that everything around him was much more pleasing to the eye than the version from decades ago with spider webs and oil stains everywhere.
However, this visit to Arkham Asylum should come to an end here.
The terrible secret exploration mini-game consumed the last bit of Robert's enthusiasm.
So after Robert made this decision, he turned around and returned to the corridor where Banner and Sharp were.
"Mr. Robert, why did you come back after not visiting for a long time?" Sharp took out the paint-peeled copper pocket watch in his pocket and checked the time.
"I suspect you just went to the bathroom. I don't think there is much to see in your place."
The dozens of minutes experienced in the secret realm may be synchronized to the real world in just an instant.
Rob's mind was spinning, and he was not interested in continuing Sharp's topic. He turned to Banner, who was still talking to the lizard man, and asked, "How was their chat?"
"Based on the shape of their mouths, I think they are communicating about cell activity. Oh... I only understand this vocabulary. I can't quite understand the other peak fluctuations." In order to avoid overhearing what should not be heard.
When something arrives, Sharp retreats quite far.
From this point of view, Robert admired his professionalism, even though it was not a necessary skill for a lunatic asylum director.
On the contrary, the secret realm of Arkham Asylum inherited the style of Arkham Asylum, allowing Robert to enjoy it.
"Not bad news at all, there is a secret realm in Arkham Asylum. The good news is that I didn't suffer much harm if I entered it, and there is also a legacy of the title of hero... Bad news, this secret realm is too much.
It's boring and makes me sick." Robert remembered the prompt in the hero's illustrated book after the death of Mad Dog.
This is also in line with Robert's conjecture about the "law of uniqueness of titles" - after the old Green Goblin died, Harry took the Green Goblin potion and became a new generation of Green Goblin; after the death of Mad Dog Martin Hawkins, the title Mad Dog naturally also
Can be passed down.
Nowadays, it seems that the secret realm is a place that provides the title of hero. Of course, it also has the function of restoring part of the historical plot, so that future generations can also participate in the magnificent history... Anyway, Robert did not have similar ideas. p>
Taken together, the secret realm of Arkham Asylum has more advantages than disadvantages for Robert. At least there is a way to obtain the title of hero, which means that Robert can get a lot of helpers.
That's right, since Robert can't inherit these heroic titles, he just needs to find people he trusts to inherit them.
Anyway, it is also a street-level combat power. For reference, Harry drinks the Green Goblin potion and is guaranteed to have the Green Goblin physique. An ordinary person who inherits the title of mad dog will also have the physique of a mad dog.
I just hope to inherit the physique of a mad dog and not inherit his inexplicable neurotic personality.
Robert could also safely hand over the task of "taking Banner to visit Arkham Asylum to exchange academic experiences with the lizard people".
That's right, after these few experiences - Scorpion's game, the two-part meeting with the tombstone in the streets, and the intrusion into Arkham Secret Realm.
Robert was completely determined to find some qualified tools to help him escape from these mundane things.
Even these tool men can leave Gotham City with him. After all, in Robert's imagination, although the outside of Gotham City is much safer than Gotham City, there are countless annoying things. In short
, there is no shortage of tool people anywhere.
Therefore, Robert asked for the first time: "Mr. Sharp, I see that your lunatic asylum seems to be in a state of disrepair."
"Oh, right." Sharp nodded in agreement.
"I think you should look for some wealthy investors, such as those wealthy people who live in the business district who have nothing to do with their money. They may be willing to support the development of your lunatic asylum out of random kindness." Robert looked at it intently.
, but it’s hard to conceal the inducing tone.
Sharp also felt the same way: "Honestly, Mr. Robert, if you didn't have a stable career, I would have invited you to be my vice president. Your idea coincides with mine. In fact,
I did plan along this line of thinking..."
"In short, what you said does make sense, but it doesn't work at all here."
Rich people who have money but no place to do it do not represent stupid philanthropists with too much money. Trying to find a capitalist with a trace of the Virgin's heart among the crowd is like looking for traces of a four-leaf clover on the grass.
No, but it's totally like finding a needle in a haystack.
Robert's face twitched and he thanked Mr. Sharp for sharing his story, but he didn't want to experience the hardships of life today: "Mr. Sharp, is there a possibility that I am the capitalist who suddenly had a kind heart?" p>
Sharp was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly turned to look at Robert. Robert could see the breathtaking look in Sharp's eyes at that moment.
"How much?" Sharp struggled to spit out two words, and he reminded by the way, "Cash, real money."
Robert carefully thought about the federal coins he could take out, and found that he didn't need to hold much with Vanessa's support, and currently, with the support of Tombstone, the money he held in his hand had reached 230,000.
This amount.
Leaving 30,000 yuan to take a taxi, Robert showed two fingers.
"Twenty thousand?!" Sharp was elated with surprise.
Robert shook his head: "Two hundred thousand federal coins."
"Two hundred thousand federal coins?!" Sharp said with an old voice and almost couldn't catch his breath. At this moment, he even had the illusion that he was in a dream.
"Two hundred thousand federal coins, Mr. Robert, your two hundred thousand federal coins are enough to buy the land under our feet, and maybe we can also buy the house along with it." Sharp was surprised and frowned,
Two hundred thousand federal dollars is not much in Gotham City, but for a small family like them, it is a sky-high price.
Robert raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect that housing prices in the suburbs were so low.
"How about this, Mr. Robert, you can invest in our Arkham Asylum as an investor, with 30%...40...51 shares!" Sharp gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Fifty-one percent of the shares are enough to carry out Robert's orders throughout Arkham Asylum.
But...Robert doesn't want to be the manager of a lunatic asylum, nor does he think that the lunatic asylum will bring him benefits other than the secret realm.
In order to have free access to the secret realm and be able to legitimately ensure that the secret realm is not known to outsiders, Robert could only nod and agree to Sharp's offer.
It does him no harm.
"You are still the director of Arkham Asylum, Mr. Sharp. Except for some important situations where you need to obey my orders, you are fully responsible for all matters in the asylum...I think I must sign the contract.
This clause will be dropped from time to time."
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Robert."
The two palms clasped together fiercely, this is a win-win cooperation.
"It's really strange. This Robert seems to be shrewd, but he turned out to be a just man with a kind heart. He is a complex and contradictory character. I didn't expect to see it outside of novels." Sharp thought to himself. p>