chapter 13

Gotham City 's super criminals have disappeared for many years, so the policemen of these sessions lacked the experience to deal with those weird people. Fortunately, the police have always been very strong in execution, so under the direction of Director Gordon, the ambulance was quickly blocked four blocks away.

Of course, blocking this ambulance so smoothly also has a lot to do with Ziliang's cooperation. He was afraid that those people would be lost, so he deliberately drove at the slowest speed, and all were picking up surveillance cameras. The route goes, otherwise, if he stopped next to a small alley, went in to change clothes, and after he came out, he found a place with a lot of people to cover his head and screamed with everyone, then it would not be the case to find him again It's simple.

On the street, dozens of police cars had already surrounded Ziliang. The policemen were armed with guns, and their eyes did not dare to blink to stare at the ambulance in front of them, fearing what would happen.

Ziliang didn't sell Guanzi anymore. He pushed the car door directly and walked out.

In an instant, all the policemen were facing the enemy, "Kaka Kaka", a series of bullets loaded sound sounded.

"do not move!"

"Put down the gun!"

"You are surrounded!"

Well, these nonsense, Zi Liang's impatient look, he looked around with his eyes blank, facing the murmuring policeman and at least dozens of muzzles, naturally in the handle Smoked his last breath and threw it on the ground.

In fact, just tossing cigarettes, there were a few timid tremors in the crowd, and even some people had already made up the brain. "A burst of smoke was blown out, and then this person disappeared. "This kind of image that only appears in the movie.

However, this kind of picture will definitely not appear, because as long as he walked out of his small hospital, Zi Liang was just an ordinary person, so the cigarette was dropped on the ground, just flicked, and nothing happened.

Immediately, Ziliang raised his hands slowly, and turned around in a reductive manner. Like a curtain call, he signaled to everyone that he had no weapons ...

And in the next second, no less than a dozen people rushed up in an instant, tying the robbery up and handcuffed.

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Three hours later, Gotham Police Station.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Sheriff Gordon walked in, throwing a thin wire-wrap in-ear microphone and a bloody sleeve on the table.

At this moment, Zi Liang was leaned back on the chair, wearing only the crumpled shirt.

"Record the gunshots in advance with your mobile phone, then grab the guard's pistol with the lighter, take the hostages and lead the police. Then you let the injured guard kneel at the door, then tie everyone's hands and feet, and buckle the paper bag So no one can see what you did ... "Sergeant Gordon said calmly:" But after that, you changed the guard's clothes and your own, and buckled the paper bag, Pretend that he is kneeling at the door ... During this time, you have been using this. "

Gordon picked up the in-ear microphone and compared it fiercely in front of Ziliang: "Then you are pretending to be a shot and walking towards us while talking to me in a paper bag. The microphone is wrapped around The cable is tied to the door of the bank and will be removed as long as you walk a certain length. In the end, you just have to pretend to be extremely painful and let the medical staff carry you to the ambulance. "

After Gordon finished speaking, he sat on the chair opposite Ziliang and looked at him quietly.

"Hey--" Zi Liang smiled: "Is this what you came up with afterwards, or did you adjust the bank's monitoring?"

Gordon completely ignored Ziliang. He leaned on the table and stood up oppressively close to the other ...: "Who are you?"

"I told you, I am Ziliang."

"That's just a name. I checked your information. There is no person like you in Gotham City and you are not in the immigration records for the past six months. So who are you and how did you appear?

"This--" Zi Liang took a long tone, and seemed to be thinking hard: "I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you."

"why?"

"Because you don't understand, even if you understand, you will think I'm mentally ill."

Director Gordon slammed the table suddenly: "Asshole, don't play tricks with me."

"Okay, okay." Zi Liang shouted helplessly: "I am a traveler. I travel through time and space and break through the barriers between the worlds to find an element that makes up this universe, because ... . "

"Damn it!" Before Ziliang finished, Gordon squeezed his brow in despair. Because he immediately realized that this bastard named Ziliang was the type of person he didn't want to run into.

Whether it is those criminals who think they are smart, or a murderer who is known for his violent muscles, Gordon has many ways to deal with them, and the most headache for him is this irrational lunatic, because people do n't know What he is doing, and he does n't know what he wants, a person you ca n't understand at all ... it 's like ... the person many years ago.

Recalling that guy, Gordon felt that his whole body was caught in a weird icy cold, as if he had returned to the darkest and most terrifying time.

"He is dead ... you saw him dead ..."

Gordon kept muttering in his heart, which finally broke away from that crazy memory.

"Uh ... you seem to be very uncomfortable just now." Zi Liang's voice came, seeming to be really concerned.

Gordon raised his head and looked carefully at this suddenly popping guy.

"You are mentally ill." He said like a summary.

Zi Liang nodded immediately, and seemed to be very happy that the other party realized this, and he still reminded him to say the same: "Yes, yes-mental illness, a mentally ill criminal who just blew up a bank."

Gordon stood up. He did n't add up to Ziliang 's fist, nor did he shout at him, because he knew it was useless. Over the years, he had fought with all kinds of lunatics. He summarized the simplest and most effective method.

That is, as long as you catch it, you do n't need any interrogation, and you do n't have to try to understand them. In short, you can just shut it up, and even omit the trial in the court, otherwise you will fall into the trap they designed.

So, Gordon walked out of the interrogation room without saying anything ...

"Arrange the staff directly, and now, send the bastard to the Arkham Asylum, and I will communicate with the judge."

He said to a staff member on the side.