There's a love letter under the bed

Chapter 81 There is a love letter under the bed

The blood sample was successfully retrieved.

After analysis using advanced equipment, it was found that the data was indeed different from the vampire virus in Eric's body.

"Strictly speaking, the viruses carried by vampires in the initial stage of transformation have inert characteristics and are inferior to mature viral cells in all aspects, so they can undergo cell reversal engineering at multiple levels."

Lillian, wearing frameless glasses, gave a brief summary of the results.

Of course, whether the development of reversal serum will be successful remains to be seen.

"I have given you permission to use the supercomputer to perform model calculations."

Bioengineering requires the establishment of data models, and Bruce happens to have a specially made computer that connects to eight private satellites in space to closely monitor global movements.

Moreover, the Zhenglian early warning system is equipped with equipment and a steel-frame integrated operating system.

"Then we should have results soon."

To determine whether the idea is feasible, Lillian can't offer much help if the concept doesn't work, since she's a plant expert rather than someone skilled in biology.

Allen gazed at the viral cells through the microscope, lost in thought.

Don't forget, Allen is an alchemist, and his pharmacology and potion-making skills are not just for show.

"I see, I've already thought of a solution."

Allen quickly wrote down a list and handed it to Bruce, saying, "Get these things ready."

"You know anything about the field of biology?"

Bruce couldn't help but feel curious. He glanced at the list of items, none of which were valuable, so he didn't refuse them outright.

"I am an alchemist, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to know a little biology."

Allen said smugly, "I've processed all the super serums myself. A mere vampire virus is nothing to me."

Alchemist!?

In Bruce's mind, they were a group of scientific pioneers who pursued immortality and the Midas touch.

Anyone who learns even a little magic wouldn't stray so far as to produce something related to chemistry.

"The housekeeper has sent word that a cargo ship will arrive at the port tonight, but the cargo is a boatload of potatoes."

Damian pulled up Gotham City's import catalog and said, "Gotham's potato staple food imports this quarter have reserves enough to last for six months, so it seems very unreasonable."

"Allen, could you please make a trip here?"

Bruce looked at Allen, and the two stared at each other for a long time.

"Bat, just say you want to get rid of me. I'm really bored following you guys around lately."

Allen pouted and said, "I'm not playing with you guys anymore. I'm going to form my own superhero team to save Gotham."

"You've misunderstood, I..."

Bruce was about to explain when Allen raised his hand to stop him, saying, "It would be impolite to say anything more. After all, I'm mentally ill, so it's normal for me to be discriminated against. I'm used to it."

Allen, his back hunched, walked straight towards the door.

"I'm not discriminating against you," Bruce said helplessly.

Without turning his head, Allen said, "I should have stayed in Arkham and died a miserable death."

As Allen disappeared through the doorway, silence fell over the base.

I feel that treating a mentally ill person like this is going too far.

"Should we call him back?" Damian asked, unable to bear it.

Although we often bickered when we were together, we ultimately recognized each other as companions.

He will come back on his own.

Bruce didn't believe Allen could stay quietly in Arkham; he was sure Allen would escape again within a day.

Right now, the priority is to track down Firth's hideout and eliminate the mixed-race leader to resolve the crisis, rather than worrying about the mental and physical health of a mentally ill person.

On the way back to Arkham Asylum.

Allen gripped the shopping cart handle with both hands, stepped on the handle with one foot, and pushed off the ground with the other leg.

The electric scooter was out of power and charging. I hadn't brought Dean Quixey's bicycle with me when I went out, so I just picked up a homeless person's shopping cart as a means of transportation.

The vampires abducted too many homeless people, resulting in many shopping carts being abandoned on the roadside. Allen's actions didn't count as stealing; he just picked them up.

"Face the wind, yahoo!"

As he leaned into the corner, Allen kept pedaling hard to accelerate, and black smoke billowed from all four wheels.

"Slowing down makes me a coward, eh!"

Bang!

If he wasn't careful, Allen's car overturned and fell into a ditch by the roadside.

"It might be a problem with the car; I absolutely refuse to admit it's my fault."

The shopping cart twisted and deformed on the spot. Alan looked up at Arkham Asylum not far away and decided to walk home.

The gatekeeper let them through; he was used to it.

It's clear that Eren considers Arkham his home. No matter how wild he goes outside, he'll eventually come back. There's no need to worry about finding him.

A menacing figure blocked his way, its fierce eyes fixed on Allen.

The criminals present all had a grudge against Batman, so someone dressed as Batman naturally made some people very unhappy.

"You really enjoy playing Batman?" Killer Croc sneered.

Allen tilted his head back and corrected him, "I'm Batman, there's no need for me to play Batman. Besides, I'm the Comedy Bat now."

"I don't think you're funny at all. Let me help you."

The killer crocodile extended its sharp claws, intending to teach Allen a lesson so that he would stop wearing such hateful clothes.

The security personnel patrolling the second floor immediately raised their weapons, worried that Killer Croc might do something excessive.

"A generous gift of crabs."

With a snap, Allen twisted Killer Croc's fingers and angrily asked, "Am I kidding me?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... You're kidding me, you're kidding me, let go or it'll break."

The killer crocodile begged for mercy with its mouth, but then swung its other arm and launched a sneak attack with its claws; it was indeed two-faced.

Gaba!

Allen then twisted the fingers of Killer Croc's other hand.

"Oh no, it's about to break, I surrender."

The criminals were too shocked to utter a sound. The two men were more than twice the size of each other, yet the criminals were defeated in just two moves.

Killer Crocodile bent its arms behind its back, and with the slightest force, it grimaced in pain, unable to muster any strength to resist.

"You complimented me on my good looks."

"You're handsome."

"They said I'm both handsome and funny."

"You're both handsome and funny."

Allen released his grip with satisfaction and swaggered towards his own hospital bed, leaving Killer Croc with trembling hands.

After taking a shower and changing into a clean hospital gown, I lay on the hospital bed staring at the ceiling.

"What's making my foot uncomfortable?"

Allen felt something hard under the sheets, like cardboard underneath.

Lift the bed sheet, and a white letter is hidden inside.

"Could it be that someone has a crush on the love letter I wrote?"

Allen, with a smug look on his face, said, "Being handsome means having too many relationship troubles."

I opened the letter and found a simple line of text.

Storage room, third row, second compartment, tap three times gently.

"That's so exciting, breathing heavily in the storage room."

Allen threw the letter aside and rushed to the storage room.

After Alan left the ward, Edward the Riddler and Cobblestone the Penguin went to the bedside, picked up the letter, and read it.

"Did you put it there?"

Cobb's first thought was that his partner was setting up some kind of riddle trap again; riddle makers were habitual offenders in this regard.

"It wasn't me."

Edward stated frankly, "I can't stump him."

"That's interesting. Let's follow and see."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)