Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 168 The Taste of Fear

There's always something new in Gotham, but for Lynn, it wasn't new.

Because he himself is the creator of new things.

Regarding that ring, Lynn likes it very much, because it is really easy to use.Those clones are not what Lynn thought, they are just mechanical clumsy puppets, and they are different from some kind of illusion that replicates itself.

It was more like some extra being with Lynn's own personality.

After several days of hard work, Lynn has accumulated more than 30 clones. Except for one clone that was killed by Lynn's experiment, it will never come back. The rest, even if they are "dispelled" by Lynn with the ring Even if it falls, it will always exist, waiting for Lynn's call.

Forming an army alone seems to be no longer a dream.

Lin En is not too anxious about this matter, after all, at his current level, he can't do any big things for the time being.

Lynn's current attention is on two things.

The first one, of course, is that old immortal divine power creature.

Diana said that guy is a deity of a certain pantheon. In Lynn's own opinion, it may be a certain god of faith, or maybe a mount of a local god.

These days, Lynn is often attacked by that thing, and it's annoying.

It seems to have a special way of tracking Lynn and identifying him. Although it is not easy, it can indeed find Lynn's location in the huge Gotham City and bring him various troubles.

If this thing is not resolved, Lynn will really be annoyed to death.

Dog skin plaster? This is not it.

The second thing Lynn is concerned about is what he is currently doing.

Originally, Lin En just borrowed the old bat's exclusive equipment just to test the strength of his newly acquired ring, and to verify the second ability.

What he didn't expect was that this turned out to be a surprisingly interesting thing.

When Lynn communicated with the old bat, he was always unable to fully understand him. At the same time, Lynn also felt that the old bat might have the same idea.

Now, Lynn is "Batman," a ghost in the night skies of Gotham City.

This allowed him to understand and observe the old bat from some unique angles that he had never had before.

And at the same time, it's really, really, really interesting.

"Little ones!"

Right now, Lynn has occupied a not-so-large tavern that was supposed to be a certain winery on the surface, but secretly smuggled certain things.

After helping those guys from the original factory go to the Western Paradise, Lynn, owns this place.

To be precise, the Lynns.

"The brain of the main body seems to be not good enough, everyone! He can replace it!"

"Lyn" wearing a bat hood raised his arms.

"I only care about whether Ontology still sends pocket money today."

Mental patients also have a flat party.

"This is the end of the matter... let's make a draw."

There are chess pioneers who stand alone with one horse, one cannon, one soldier, and one general.

"I'm with you, I'm with you, shit on you!"

There are villains who directly overturn the chessboard and hammer on the two ears of the opponent's hood.

"Stop! Don't fight any more, you're hitting me! I'm just a spectator!"

There are innocent passers-by.

"Stealing peaches, stealing peaches! Do you know how to fight!"

There is off-site guidance.

"I was careless, no flash!"

There is a kid who is playing tricks.

"Don't steal my peach! Flower Q, flower Q! Give me a hammer!"

There are three joiners.

"The market is open, the market is open! One loses 25!"

There are those who open for business.

"I pressed Lynn."

"I pressed Lynn too."

"I push myself."

"I crush peaches."

"I'm under a lot of pressure..."

There are troublemakers.

"Everyone! The main body has exercised power, causing the people to live in dire straits. He can replace it! Everyone! Everyone... don't beat me like that, whoever stole my peach just now! Die!"

This guy is still shouting slogans here, it's not fun to say this in a tavern!
When Lynn came to the tavern, what he saw was... a group of demons dancing wildly, tables, chairs and benches flying all over the sky.

All of these people are wearing low-quality bat hoods, buckled crookedly on their heads, like extras, the one who beats is "Lynn", and the one who gets beaten is also "Lynn", they fight in twos and threes, fists crazy Attack the next three ways!
It looks... really intimidating.

"Ah cough!"

Not because of that, Lin En coughed lightly to show his existence and save himself a bit of face.

"You cough six, you cough!"

Chairs are thrown.

"Steal his peaches, steal his peaches!"

He also stretched out his hand.

"Everyone! The main body is here! Bi can replace it... Don't steal it! You stole it from me!"

The voice came.

"Open the market!"

"I crush Lynn!"

"I crush myself!"

"I steal!"

"Giao! I really have to..."

The veins are bulging.

…………

In just 1 minute, Lynn began to miss the time when the doctor was tied up and sedated in Arkham every day.

At least, at that time, it was the doctor himself who did the work and suffered, and Lynn lived happily.

just now……

Taking out the piranha water gun, Lynn finally found the best occasion to use this gun.

In the midst of the chaos and begging for mercy, Lynn finally calmed down the tavern chaos that was destined to be remembered by him.

After a while, like a classroom, a large group of Lynns in bat hoods, with small fish still biting on their faces and hands, sat respectfully and politely in the "classroom".

Horizontal rows, vertical columns, not to mention how civilized.

And standing on the podium, facing the crowd of "self", is Lynn himself.

"cough!"

Clenching his hands into fists and coughing, Lynn walked around the bar turned into a lecture table twice.

"Guys, what I want to tell you is that I'm disappointed. Very disappointed."

Lynn shook his head, and walked behind the podium: "You guys have time to be silly here, instead of going to that god, are you really trying to piss me off!"

With a finger pointing, Lin En shouted sharply: "You! Do you still want to defeat the main body now? Ah?!"

"that……"

Grabbing the fish on his nose, the man stood up: "I'm stealing peaches."

Lynn: ...

"You! It's you, right!"

"Eh... I was stolen..."

"stand up!"

"I plow the fields."

"you!"

"The dog itself is messing with power and politics, everyone, rise up!"

"It's not... wait a minute. It's you!"

With a wave of Lynn's hand, the ring shimmered, and the avatar jumped onto the table with more than 20 fish hanging on it, turned into orange light, and disappeared.

Lin En decided to release this very...talented avatar when the Trisolarans invaded.

"Okay. Now, everyone, let's talk about something more important.

You guys... stop playing with those fish and respect me! "

So, another 30 seconds passed.

When each "Lynn" had at least three fish hanging on his face, Lynn was able to continue to assign his own tasks.

This time, he didn't talk nonsense, but gave his order cleanly.

The first point is that Lynn divided these avatars into two teams, and the first team was responsible for corrupting Gotham... No.It is to praise Batman's reputation and protect the peace of the world.

Second, Lynn needs more avatars to help him find the so-called god who is lingering.

Since that shit god likes chasing Lynn so much, Lynn decided to let him chase a few more Lynn!
Since it can attack Lynn in Gotham, it must be not far from Gotham, and it may not necessarily be hidden in the city.

As for Lynn himself, go and apologize to the old bat first, and discuss with Alfred about the possibility of locking up Bruce Wayne and letting him make a baby.Then, go to Diana to discuss things about divine power.

Perhaps, you can also ask her other things by the way.

For example, when she was flying, what was the rope tied to? Have you ever heard of Ang Kouben?

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

night.

Located on the edge of the city, in a lonely building.

This is Arkham.It is Gotham's "business card" and the talent output node of Gotham.

Area C, which was once destroyed by someone, has now become the highest level of prevention and control in Arkham and even Gotham after two rounds of reconstruction.

Today, in this building, basically all the talented people are imprisoned. Without one or two unique skills, and some talents of the world, it is definitely not possible to live in a single room here.

Jonathan Klein, is one of them.

A little over a year ago, Jonathan Klein was a respectable man.

As a professor of psychology at Gotham University, Jonathan has enough status and knowledge to allow him to live a stable and prosperous life, whether it is material or spiritual.

A fortuitous reunion occurred after many years at the inflection point of fate.

This matter has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, it is just an old classmate from many years ago who met by chance on the street.

One of my classmates at that time is now a professor at Gotham University, well-dressed.One was a little gangster who had just been released from the street, and he was nothing.

They didn't have a good conversation, but Jonathan Klein was still very happy.He didn't like this classmate, he didn't like his identity, he didn't like the smell of cigarettes on his body, he didn't like his frequent movements of blinking his eyes and sniffing his nose, and he didn't like the way he looked at him.

But he likes it very much, and now the other party looks at him respectfully.

Contrast is a way of obtaining happiness based on inequality.

Looking at the current appearance of his classmates who bullied him back then, Jonathan felt that he was in a good mood.

Until that guy brought up what happened back then.

"Hey man, are you still that timid now, hahahaha! Seriously, buddy, when you are lecturing, those students who are listening to the class must not think that their teacher will be a coward who is scared to cry. I mean it , Joe, you should work on your guts a little more.

Oh, by the way, do people still call you that nickname now, hahahaha! "

In a word, Jonathan was brought back to that afternoon many years ago.

The narrow and messy warehouse, the locked door, the darkening sky, his terrified shouts, and the laughter of those guys outside the door.

Sometimes memories get etched into your mind in a weird way.

That is not necessarily a story, but a picture.

Maybe it's just a song that suddenly sounds at the same time many years later, and you think back to the days when you listened to this song.

It could be a scent of flowers and plants, a non-special location, a subconscious action, or a habitual calling of someone's name...

As a result, memory has color, sound, taste, and emotion in this way.

At this time, Jonathan Klein, because of a specific word, [coward], was directly pulled back to the afternoon that made him feel scared and ashamed many years ago.

When he was imprisoned in a warehouse by a prank, and when he was rescued, he cried and saw the faces of everyone laughing wantonly.

The title of coward accompanied him almost throughout his high school career.

Later, because of his long arms and legs, because of his thin body, and because of his experience of being scared and crying, those people gave him a new nickname.

scarecrow.

…………

When the wound is opened, it always hurts more for the first time.

Jonathan couldn't bear it, he couldn't accept that he already had such a social status, why would he still be ridiculed by the gangster who had just been released from prison, why he still couldn't get rid of the labels of coward and scarecrow.

So, I bid farewell to my classmates politely.

Calm, calm, silent, Jonathan followed the guy and found his home.

That night, Jonathan, who worked overtime, broke into that guy's house with the potion he made.

That bottle of potion made the guy who once laughed at him as a coward see the most terrifying vision in his life.

Twenty minutes later, with a smile on his indifferent face, Jonathan took one last look at the dead guy's gradually freezing body, satisfied, and left there.

Four days later, Jonathan was arrested and charged with manslaughter.

Everyone in the courtroom, including the judge, couldn't believe that the professor, who was humble, polite, had a good reputation and was loved by the students, would do such a thing.

However, the footprints, fingerprints, and more than one witness all point to Jonathan Klein as the murderer.

He admitted his crime, and told all his criminal process from beginning to end.

In the end, he straightened his back and said proudly: "He was scared to death! He is a coward! He is a fool who was scared to death by a scarecrow!"

When asked why, Jonathan Klein replied: "I just want him to feel the fear.

Best of all, let everyone feel the fear!See if you will be scared to cry!This is art, the art of fear! "

After examination and certification, Jonathan Klein was diagnosed as having a strong mental illness and psychological problems, and was sentenced to be held in Arkham Hospital.

Today is the 400th day of his detention.

He is ready.

Preparations for jailbreak.

Prepare to bring fear to Gotham.

Clang~clang!
Two small potion bottles tapped on the iron bars, suddenly shattered, dripped to the ground, fused together, and turned into bursts of strong poisonous gas.

"Ah... I smell..."

Jonathan behind the iron fence took a greedy breath, his eyes widened.

"That's...the smell of fear!"

　Scarecrow set, stitched version.Based on the setting after the third major revision of the manga.

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