Quisie Sharp, the director of the Arkham Asylum, did not realize that Frank and Wade, who had just walked a short distance, completely disappeared into the silent corridor, and seemed to have been pulled into a mysterious secret world.

Frank first noticed that something was wrong: "Wade..."

"Ahem! I can speak now! I'm really suffocating me. If it weren't for your great cause of revenge, I wouldn't have cooperated with you like this!" Wade held the back of his head with both hands and complained without saying a word.

"But by the way, the atmosphere of this Arkham Asylum is shaped like a horror house. At this time, there should be a ghost with fangs and claws... and ran out!" Wade said, making a frightening move of grabbing his hands in front of him, but it looked so funny that it looked like a black and red squirrel.

Frank's face was heavy: "Hey, Wade, be ready for battle...reiterate again, this is not an exercise."

He bent down and pulled out the military spear, blocking the scalpel that was attacking from the side as if he had predicted it.

"bite!"

A soft and crisp sound broke the calm of the corridor. The silver-white light reflected on Frank's face. He squinted his eyes and stared at the sudden enemy in front of him. His whole body was like a leopard crouching on the ground and ready to go, trying to find out the opponent's flaws at the next moment and smash it into pieces.

Wade paused his movements, and he looked up and down at the white-clothed enemy who rushed out of the ward, and was a little confused: "By the way, does Arkham Asylum have any scary extra business? Or is this guy a patient... but the patient doesn't wear a doctor's uniform, right?! Hey, this is too scary! I'm already scared to pee!"

"Are you...are you outside intruders?" The scene beyond Frank and Wade imagined. The "patient" in a doctor's white coat actually lifted up the monocle on his nose and breathed a little relaxedly.

"I will 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 lie is like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and can only deceive the childish little Red Riding Hood."

"Hahaha... I'm really dying. This guy is really sick. We just came from the dean named Sharp. This guy actually said he is the dean?" Wade shamelessly started to mock work nearby. I have to say that his image of laughing hilariously made Amadeus worry.

"You are talking about Quesey Sharp?" Amadeus asked.

"So it's him who is the current dean..."

Frank didn't want to talk nonsense with this weird guy anymore. You know, the assault just now almost killed him. If the iron gate hadn't made a sound in advance when the man in white rushed out of the ward, the scalpel would have cut open his throat without mercy.

"Bang!"

Dodged?!

Just as Frank was about to retreat, the man who claimed to be Amadeus kicked the pistol in his hand. It was not that Amadeus had super long legs, but because his speed had reached an incredible level. At least Frank could already feel the pain on his wrist before he noticed Amadeus's figure.

The battle ended in a flash of lightning. Amadeus, who had done this series of actions, did not pursue the victory. He looked at Frank, who was holding the knife and Wade, who was stunned, with a leisurely look on his face, and tried to say in a gentle tone: "Two, I have no malicious intentions towards you. The previous attack was just my misjudgment. I am sorry that this action disturbed your nerves."

Frank put down the sect in his hand. His purpose was not to kill people, but to learn about the information about the one-eyed dragon. Since Amadeus in front of him did not have the desire to fight and did not look like a complete bad guy, Frank was very interested in listening to what he wanted to say.

"Before the conversation started, I had a question, why would you say we were outside intruders?" Frank kept the distance between the two.

"I think the intruder should be a character setting he gave us fantasy, Frank, you know there is a game called role-playing..."

"Shut up!"

Amadeus smiled and said, "It's okay, some patients always need special activities to relieve their inner stress. In my opinion, speaking with their mouths is also a good choice..."

"You guy... deserve a beating, right... who is 'some patients'... damn!" Wade rolled up his sleeves, but thinking of the gap in strength between the two, he immediately stopped his body.

"If it weren't for the sake of chatting with Frank, you would never have seen the sun tomorrow." Wade put down his harsh words and leaned against the wall handsomely and posed.

"Okay, keep going on with our topic."

Amadeus coughed: "If you want to talk about this, you should know one message, that is, I am the only one in Arkham Asylum now, and there are four patients living there. It is strange that the five of us who live in it cannot 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. We should be four people. One of us was killed a few days... or a few years ago, and was killed by an outsider like you."

Frank and Wade looked at each other and both understood the shock from each other's eyes. Amadeus's words were like a horror story that his grandmother would tell by the bedside before bed in childhood.

A mysterious space hidden in the Arkham Asylum... and a ghost suspected to be the founder of the Arkham Asylum...

When Frank noticed Amadeus's surname, he couldn't help but develop an association. Amadeus's words also said "a previous intruder". Is the disappearance of the one-eyed dragon related to this mysterious space?

"That intruder..."

Amadeus shrugged: "He killed the mad dog—the patient, and left without saying a word. I knew nothing, but he was a very young and handsome guy, and I can't deny this."

Not a one-eyed dragon...

"But there seemed to be another intruder before... When did he come in... I don't remember it a little, thirty years ago?"

Amadeus kept talking: "I remember he seemed to have a missing eyeball, one with a dark eye."

"The guy you are talking about is one-eyed dragon!" Wade added nonsense.

Frank almost didn't mention it in one breath. Amadeus's art of speaking obviously needs to be improved. At least when Frank listened to him, his mood was like a roller coaster, ups and downs.

"Do you know about the intruder who has one eye missing?"

Frank stressed: "Everything you know about him."
Chapter completed!