Miao Mu turned the wheel and had barely headed onto the road toward the suburbs when the tattoo-like Hell Brand on his hand suddenly lit up.
The burning pain in his skin made Miao Mu cry out, nearly sending the police car crashing into the roadside barrier.
The others in the car were startled as well.
"What's wrong?" Nygma hurriedly asked. He had nearly smashed his head into the car window just now and was still badly shaken.
Miao Mu clutched his wrist and squeezed his fist hard, as if he wanted to tear the Hell Brand right off his wrist. He had paid it no attention lately, never expecting it to flare up here.
But when the Hell Brand lit up, Miao Mu clearly sensed something calling to him from Crimson Cape in the east, urging him to go there.
"Damn it, I'm afraid I've run into trouble."
Miao Mu gripped his wrist and twisted it hard, trying to rub away the scorching Hell Brand.
Every Hell Brand carried a special ability, but once its bearer died, the host's soul would become a demon's slave forever.
Miao Mu had not figured out how to remove the thing. Its only ability was giving him part of the Joker's memories without infecting him with the Joker's madness.
"What's going on?" Nygma immediately understood. They had once tried washing the tattoo where Miao Mu was clutching his wrist with highly concentrated holy water, but it would not come off.
Miao Mu had even joked that, at worst, he could just chop off his hand.
But a joke was a joke.
Nygma knew perfectly well that whenever Miao Mu seriously said he was in trouble, it meant serious trouble.
"I'm going to Crimson Cape. You guys get out first," Miao Mu said, panting