Our director of Arkham Asylum, Quasi Sharp, did not realize that Frank and Wade, who had just walked not far away, completely disappeared into the silent corridor, and seemed to be really pulled into a mysterious secret world.<
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Frank first noticed something was wrong: "Wade..."
"Ahem! I can talk now! I'm really suffocated. If it weren't for your revenge, I wouldn't be so cooperative with you!" Wade held the back of his head with his hands and complained wordlessly. "But by the way, the atmosphere of Arkham Asylum is like a house of horrors. At this time, there should be a ghost with claws and fangs... running out with a whoosh!" Wade said while making funny and scary movements with his hands forward.
, but it looks funny like a black and red squirrel.
Frank's face was heavy: "Hey, Wade, get ready for battle... Again, this is not a drill."
He bent down and pulled out the military thorn, as if predicting the future, blocking the scalpel coming from the side.
"Ding!"
The soft crisp sound shattered the calmness of the corridor, and the silver-white light reflected on half of Frank's face. He squinted his eyes and stared at the enemy that suddenly appeared in front of him. His whole body was like a crouching animal waiting on the ground.
The leopard must find out the opponent's flaw at the next moment and crush it with one blow.
Wade paused for a moment. He looked up and down at the enemy in white who rushed out of the ward. He was a little unsure: "By the way, does Arkham Asylum have any scary extra services? Or is this guy a patient...
…But patients don’t wear doctor’s work uniforms, right?! Hey, this is too scary! I’m already scared to the point of peeing!”
"Are you...intruders from outside?" A scene beyond Frank and Wade's imagination appeared. The "patient" wearing a doctor's white coat actually lifted the monocle on his nose, feeling somewhat relaxed.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let me introduce myself, I am the director of Arkham Asylum, Amadeus Arkham."
Frank raised his pistol: "The game is over, sir. To be honest, your despicable lies are like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and can only deceive the naive Little Red Riding Hood."
"Hahaha... It really made me laugh to death. This guy is really seriously ill. We just came from the dean named Sharp, and this guy actually said that he is the dean?" Wade said shamelessly.
He started mocking people nearby, and I have to say that his hilarious image really troubled Amadeus.
"Are you talking about Quasi Sharp?" Amadeus asked.
"So he is the current dean..."
Frank didn't want to talk nonsense with this weird guy anymore. You must know that the attack just now almost killed him. If the iron door hadn't made a sound in advance when the man in white rushed out of the ward, I'm afraid the scalpel would have been merciless.
The ground cut open his throat.
"Bang!"
Averted?!
Just when Frank was about to retreat, the man who called himself Amadeus kicked the pistol out of his hand. It was not because Amadeus had super long legs and feet, but because his speed had reached an incredible level.
At least Frank could already feel the pain in his wrist before he noticed Amadeus' figure.
The battle ended in a flash. After completing this series of actions, Amadeus did not pursue the victory. He looked at Frank, who was vigilant with a knife, and Wade, who was stunned, with a leisurely expression. He tried his best to use a gentle tone and said: "Both two
Guys, I have no ill intentions towards you. The previous attack was just a misjudgment on my part. I’m sorry that this move disturbed your nerves.”
Frank put down the thorn in his hand. The purpose of his coming this time was not to kill people, but to learn about the one-eyed dragon. Since Amadeus in front of him had no desire to fight and did not look like a complete bad guy, Frank
I am very interested in hearing what he wants to say.
"Before the conversation begins, I have a question, why do you say we are foreign intruders?" Frank kept the distance between the two.
"I think the intruder should be a character he created for us. Frank, you know there is a game called role-playing..."
"Shut up!"
Amadeus smiled and said: "It's okay, some patients always need some special activities to relieve their inner pressure. In my opinion, talking with the mouth to relieve it is also a good choice..."
"You guy... deserves a beating, right... who is the 'some patient'... Damn it!" Wade rolled up his sleeves, but when he thought of the strength gap between the two, he immediately froze.
"If it weren't for the fact that you want to chat with Frank, you will never see the sun tomorrow." Wade put down these harsh words and leaned against the wall and posed in a handsome manner.
"Okay, let's continue our topic."
Amadeus coughed: "If you want to talk about this matter, you should know one piece of information, that is, I am the only one living in Arkham Asylum now, and there are four other patients. The strange thing is that we living in it
None of the five people can leave here - if I move towards the corridor at the gate, in my eyes, the distance between the gate and me will not be shortened."
He patted his head: "I was wrong. There should be four of us. One of us was killed a few days... or a few years ago, by an outsider like you."
Frank and Wade looked at each other, each reading the shock in each other's eyes. Amadeus' words were like the horror stories that his grandmother would tell by his bedside when he was a child.
A mysterious space hidden in Arkham Asylum...and the ghost of the suspected founder of Arkham Asylum...
Frank noticed Amadeus' surname and couldn't help but start to make associations. Moreover, Amadeus also mentioned "an intruder before" in his words. So, is the disappearance of the one-eyed dragon related to this mysterious space?<
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"The intruder..."
Amadeus shrugged: "After he killed the mad dog, the patient, he left without saying a word. I don't know anything, but he was a very young and handsome guy. I can't deny this.
”
Not a one-eyed dragon...
"But it seems that there was an intruder before... When exactly did he come in... I can't remember, thirty years ago?"
Amadeus gushed: "I remember that he seemed to be missing an eyeball, and one eye was black."
"The guy you're talking about is a one-eyed dragon!" Wade added nonsense.
Frank barely managed to speak in one breath. Amadeus' art of speaking obviously needs to be improved. At least when Frank listened to him, his mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.
"Do you know about the intruder who was missing an eye?"
Frank emphasized: "Everything you know about him."