Good guy?
Upon hearing its self-introduction, the dean in a white coat smiled:
"Good people don't end up in Arkham, but if you behave well in the next few days, I may be able to grant you a simple request."
Since the keyboard person is willing to communicate, the dean can also give it some benefits.
"Dean, I heard that a beautiful woman is locked up here. A criminal named Poison Ivy, right?"
"Yes, she is a dangerous person who can control plants. We have to keep her in a special room."
"Then let's do this, Dean. You make me her neighbor, and I will cooperate with your work."
Although she didn't know what the keyboard wanted to do, the dean reminded it: "She doesn't like to be neighbors with others."
"But I'm a keyboard, and she might like to be friends with me as a keyboard."
The dean thought about it carefully and thought it sounded reasonable.
Poison Ivy has a weird personality and likes plants more than humans, but Keyboard Man is not human.
If the Keyboard Man is locked up next to Poison Ivy, maybe he can use this opportunity to understand Poison Ivy's reaction to a monster like the Keyboard.
Maybe we can even find a cure for Poison Ivy!
Boom…
The heavy metal door slowly rose, and Zhang San, who was fixed on the steel plate, was sent by machine to a living room without any green plants.
Its internal space is about the same size as an ordinary house, and it has almost everything except plants.
TV, sofa, refrigerator...
It's like an apartment, except this apartment has several individual rooms labeled with numbers.
A machine similar to a trolley stretched out two manipulators to clamp the steel plate, and then sent it to the wall of a room numbered 3.
Zhang San was hung on the wall like a refrigerator magnet. After the cart machine left, the metal straps holding his limbs opened.
After regaining his freedom, Zhang San glanced at the environment in the room. The decoration was simple, there were no windows, there was a bed and a table with a chair.
Add a camera.
When he looked outside just now, he thought he was living in a villa, but he didn't expect that the single room looked like this.
Unlocking the door without a key, Zhang San left the bedroom and came to the living room.
At this time, someone was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. The other person was a beautiful woman with red hair.
It's a pity that this red-haired beauty is wearing a yellow prison uniform.
"I thought they were sending Harley back again."
She looked at Zhang San with a bit of doubt in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why the new neighbor was the deputy keyboard.
The translucent black keyboard has no face, no mouth, and no eyes. I really don’t know how it grew its arms and legs.
What can hands like black dough do?
And how does its stick-like feet support its body?
"Hey beauty, do you want to know my secret identity?"
"..."
Listening to the weird sound coming from the keyboard, she put down the TV remote control in her hand and walked over to Zhang San and looked at her:
"Can you still speak?"
"Those who can't speak are called keyboards, and I'm 104!"
With his hands on his hips, he looked very awesome at the keyboard and successfully amused the girl.
She curiously reached out and touched the keys on the keyboard, and found that they felt exactly like an ordinary keyboard.
"What will happen to you if I press it?"
Well…
Looking at her hand on his neck, Zhang San hesitated and replied: "I'm not an ordinary keyboard. It's useless for you to press it."
Although she heard what it said, the red-haired beauty still pressed it.
Seeing that the keyboard in front of her did not respond, she tried other keys.
"Wait, this button doesn't work!"
Zhang San reached out to stop the little hand that was about to press on the penis. This position was not something she could touch.
"Why? Do you think there is your secret here?"
"Press it and I'll turn into a monster scarier than the devil!"
"All right."
Her curious eyes turned to the black line player on the keyboard.
It feels soft when pinched, as if it has no bones.
Even the palm of the black dumpling is like this.
"What the hell are you..."
She has never seen a 'person' like this, if keyboards can be considered people.
"My name is Ivy, what's yours?"
After some understanding, Ivy thought she could become a neighbor with this keyboard.
She doesn't object to a keyboard living next door, even if it sounds weird.
"104, these three numbers are my name."
After looking at the time on the wall, Zhang San, who felt that he was almost done talking, conjured a jar filled with mud out of thin air like a magic trick.
?
Ivy quickly looked behind it and found that there was nothing behind the keyboard.
"how did you do that?!"
Even if criminals captured in Arkham can occasionally hide something and bring it in, there are still some prerequisites.
Behind the keyboard is a plate that is screwed down. How does it bring the jar in?
"Because I'm a bat...because I'm 104!"
I almost said the wrong line, but fortunately Zhang San changed it to his own in time.
Arkham's alarm sounded, and the camera placed in the living room saw it conjuring a jar out of thin air.
"What are you going to do with a jar of mud?"
Ivy knew how difficult this special room was. It would be impossible for the keyboard to escape using a jar of mud.
Just as it unscrewed the lid of the jar, Ivy was surprised to find that there seemed to be some of her favorite things hidden in the mud!
"I want to kill someone, help me hold that vigilante down."
Then, Zhang San took out a pack of explosives from his personal space and stuck it on the wall.
boom! ! ! !
Looking at the blasted wall in front of him and the exposed steel layers inside, Zhang San looked at Ivy who was surrounded by plants.
She reached out and pointed, and the growing vines around her smashed a hole in the steel plate twice.
"Thanks."
Zhang San took the steel pipe in his hand and drilled out through the hole opened by the vines.
Looking around, he saw prison guards running towards him one after another, the steel pipes in his hands glowing with electricity.
In less than half a minute, a dozen prison guards were stunned and lying on the ground.
Under the watchful eyes of several cameras, he walked to another corridor.
But soon he came out of the corridor because the road was wrong.
At this time, Ivy had already arrived at the cell hall where the prisoners were held with the help of vines.
As she was about to open the cells and make Arkham more chaotic, a voice called out to her.
"Don't do this if you want to escape this prison."
"Why?"
Ivy looked at the keyboard with a gun in confusion. Didn't it just want to cause chaos here?
"If the prison guard dies, Batman will go berserk. Also, do you know where the Joker is being held?"
