Al Simmons woke up. Sleep was still useful to him, though it could not ease the exhaustion in his heart.
"Want some coffee?"
Sitting on a chair made of stacked tires, Miao Mu greeted him while holding a cup of highly concentrated instant coffee.
Simmons hurriedly sat up and only then realized he was lying in a coffin. The surroundings looked like a warehouse, with a police car parked nearby. Its wheels were covered in mud, making it look filthy.
"This is one of my warehouses at Dixon Docks. I use it to stockpile cheap food. Want some carrots? They were delivered from the market today, nice and fresh."
Miao Mu pointed at the plate on the table. Several washed carrots lay inside, far fresher than anything from a supermarket.
"Who are you?" Simmons raised a hand to touch his face, his ghostly green eyes fixed on Miao Mu.
With his appearance, aside from drunken vagrants who did not care, everyone else avoided him as though he carried something filthy. They were not exactly wrong.
"Miao Mu, sheriff of Arkham District. My badge number is right here; you can verify it." Miao Mu tossed the police badge from his pocket onto the coffin lid beside him, and Simmons glanced over it.
As an assassin who had once done dirty work for the CIA in America, Simmons knew how to identify credentials. But that was of no use to him now.
With a rattle, the warehouse shutter was pulled open.
Oswald strolled in, dressed in traditional Chinese clothing and leaning on an umbrella. He looked thoroughly relaxed, his complexion rosy and his hair still slightly damp.
"Miao Mu, you really ought to go wash up. I've never felt bathing could be this easy. It was so comfortable!"
Oswald smiled as he