Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 65 Mr. Mayor, Mr. Lynn

Someone has been to that big pool that was hollowed out by themselves.

Lynn personally confirmed this point.

The photos were tampered with and taken away.

The stone wall behind the photo is full of marks scratched by sharp claws.

That person must not be very friendly.

As for who it was, Lynn knew it well.

This is the world of DC.

There is always a kind of inexplicable and weird fatalism here.

The son of a hero is usually a hero, and the son of a criminal is more likely to be a criminal.

The offspring of a good person can still become a good person after a long, long time, even if he may have been a bad person before.

And the descendants of the bad guys will suddenly awaken their blood on a certain day and regain the old karma of their ancestors.

To put it more generally and intuitively, the rich will always be the rich, even in another universe, another messy world that has been restarted.In the same way, even if the poor become rich in a parallel time and space, there is a high probability that they will return to their poor class under the manipulation of the will of the universe.

Just as Bruce Wayne can't become Batman, his father will become Batman, and his father can't, his mother, his son, and his apprentice...

In short, this thing is also hereditary.Moreover, it is a hereditary system that spans the universe, space, and time.

It was endless despair.

In the same way, whoever owned the pool of water will most likely be re-entrusted by fate in the future.

This is not something Lynn can stop with his extreme actions.

..............................

"Yes……"

"who is it."

Lynn put down his fingers, and his face became calm again.He looked around, pulled a chair from behind a certain table, and sat across from Oswald.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...don't be afraid, calm down. You see, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Lynn spread his hands, his eyes drooped naturally, and he saw the bloody holes on Oswald's legs that were still bleeding one after another.

"Oh sorry. It was all a misunderstanding."

"Yes, it's... a misunderstanding."

"so……"

Lynn put the letter cutter on his knee, calmly tore open Oswald's sleeve, and slowly tied the cloth strip around his leg, tightening, tightening...

"Is it him. Is it me. Is it this man?"

Lynn smiled like that again.

Oswald was terrified at the sight of that smile now.

He really really didn't want to see such a smile anymore.

"……Yes."

"Wuhu~!"

Lynn clapped her hands, fiddled with Oswald's head happily, and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you for your honesty, you won't lie to me, will you?"

"Yes... yes. I..."

"next question."

Lynn interrupted him abruptly: "Someone asked you to lure Batman away, right. Where is he now?"

Oswald just hesitated for a moment, a slight wind blew up in his ears, and the cold touch only appeared for a moment, and the next second was the gushing hot blood.

One of his ears was missing.

At the same time, Lynn moved extremely quickly, quickly tore off Oswald's other sleeve, and tied it diagonally around his head.

Bending down to pick up the warm ears from the ground, put them in the palm of Oswald's hand, snapped back his fingers one by one and clenched them tightly into fists.

"You're trying to lie to me."

"No! Mr. Lynn, I didn't—"

"Shh..."

Lin En pulled his right ear to his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know where you live..."

Oswald raised his head sharply, and saw Lynn's chicken thief's smile.

Despicable, sinister, wretched, detestable.

But Lynn himself still thinks it is a warm and caring smile.

He flicked Oswald's wrist with his fingers and checked the time.

Lynn continued: "Then, let me ask again. Just ask again. Where is Batman? Where is that person."

"Batman is in the abandoned sanitarium on the banks of the river, the man I don't know where he is, Mr. Lynn, I swear! I swear on my mother's last name, I really really didn't lie to you, I really didn't! Really Please believe me! I really..."

"Oh well, well, well... I believe in you. I believe in you."

Lynn gently hugged Oswald's head and patted his back, just like his mother in childhood.

"Oswald."

"...Yes, I, I am here."

"Do you still want to be mayor?"

"I don't want to, never..."

"Wrong answer, answer again."

"I want to, I always want to, I always want to dream!"

"Good boy. So, what are you waiting for?"

"what?"

Oswald looked up with difficulty, swallowed hard, and looked up with difficulty to see Lynn's expression.

He dare not.

So he turned his eyes to Gordon, who had been silent all the time.

Gordon looked at him blankly.

Oswald feels that the most difficult moment in his life is now.

"Mr. Lynn... I don't understand what you mean..."

"Ok?"

"I understand! I understand! But, I don't understand that thoroughly, I think... can you give me some hints."

Lynn moved his hand away and patted his head.

"Look, those people behind you."

Oswald turned his head away as he said.

"These people are all criminals you brought."

"Mr. Lynn, I'm not..."

"You are."

"Yes, I am."

Lynn patted his head again.Continued: "Right now, the Gotham Police Department has insufficient police force, and the city is in chaos. I think that a mayor must first be able to ensure that his city will not become a large garbage dump. What do you think Woolen cloth."

Oswald's eyes seemed to light up. He wanted to stand up excitedly, but he forgot that his leg was seriously injured.

So he fell to his knees on the ground.

He didn't try to get up.

"Mr. Lynn, I get it. I really get it."

Lynn patted his head for the third time, bent down, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them and a cat could hear: "You just need to remember two things.

First, I know where your home is.I can do witchcraft, it's no use moving.

second……"

Under the gaze of Oswald's despairing eyes, Lynn picked up the letter cutter and stabbed it hard in his stomach.

When it was pulled out, the blood stopped flowing, and the open mouth-like wound was pinched by Lynn, and it disappeared quickly.

"...Death, you can't escape."

With that said, Lynn pointed to the kitten above his head: "Go and investigate me carefully. Investigate this kitten, and you will understand.

Sometimes, hell and demons are not as far away as you think. "

Oswald clenched his ears, and finally looked up at Lynn: "Sir, I am very sure that I understand what you said."

"Go."

Lynn straightened up, put the bloody, greasy letter cutter on Oswald's other hand, and also closed his fingers one by one, clenching them tightly.

"Go, Lord Mayor."

"Yes. Mr. Lynn."

　Say something.The clown's line, as mentioned earlier, is a hidden line, and the clues are all given out, but I don't want to just make it clear, wouldn't it be boring, right?

　　In addition, Lynn and the clown are not necessarily enemies, and it can also be said that they will not always be enemies.

　　The problem of Gotham is not a problem of gangsters and crimes. This is also a hidden line, and I also gave some foreshadowing.

　　In short, there will be a time when integration erupts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)