American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Today is an extraordinary day for Gotham University.

Early in the morning, a team of police officers rushed into the psychology classroom of Gotham University with an arrest warrant.

"Jonathan Crane! You are under arrest for eleven counts including endangering the public and poisoning!"

Milo, holding the search warrant, shouted righteously, and all the students in the classroom looked at the man on the podium, Professor Jonathan Klein, in disbelief.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonathan said with a skeptical look on his face. He was thin but very tall, and his suit looked like it was being supported by a clothes rack.

He was wearing glasses that symbolized authority. He was in his thirties, but he looked... like he was in his sixties. Perhaps because he was thin, he looked very old.

"Don't worry, you will know everything in the defendant's seat in the court, Mr. Poisoner!"

Without any hesitation, Milo took off the handcuffs from his belt and cooperated with the police officer next to him to handcuff Jonathan.

"Okay, can you give me some time to think back to what made me commit the crime?" Jonathan raised his finger and tapped his forehead, looking as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Are you talking about this?" Jonathan took out a torn sack with some white chalk shavings on it from under the podium.

"Put it down!" Milo slapped the thing out of Jonathan's hand, picked up the handcuffs and was about to handcuff him.

Jonathan raised his wrist, and a stream of light green gas spurted out from his sleeve and landed on Milo's face.

"I said, you guys did something wrong..." Jonathan whispered, raised his hand and sprayed the other detective in the face.

Jonathan finally had time to slowly take off his glasses, put on the sackcloth hood, and pull it hard.

"I should let you... suffer for a while first!"

"And...you!" Jonathan, no, now he should be called Scarecrow, turned his head and looked at the students sitting in the classroom with a playful look in his eyes.

"Experience the ultimate fear. This class is... free!"

The Scarecrow reached out and pressed under the podium, and the gas tank hidden in the ventilation duct was immediately activated.

A thick light green gas spread from the ventilation duct and filled the entire classroom.

Those students who inhaled the gas all fell to the ground trembling. The tables, chairs and benches made a loud noise and there were screams of terror, as if it was the end of the world.

“What a beautiful sound! Only when we are in absolute fear can we realize how insignificant we are. God, this is your song of praise.”

The scarecrow stood on the podium intoxicatedly with his hands raised high. He turned around and was about to leave. Milo, who was trembling on the ground, exerted all his strength, slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the scarecrow's trouser leg.

"Don't... don't even think about leaving!"

Milo shouted with gritted teeth. He was so frightened that his whole body began to tremble, his legs and feet became weak, and hallucinations appeared before him one after another.

The scarecrow turned his head and looked at him as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. He raised his foot and stepped on Milo's hand, then slowly squatted down and grabbed Milo's hair.

"Look at me! Tell me, what are you...afraid of?!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Milo's forehead. He looked at the torn sack mask on the scarecrow's face. He saw a scarecrow, a scarecrow stuck in the dark wasteland, blood flowing all over its body.

As the hallucination deepened, Milo fainted. The Scarecrow shook his head in disdain, walked to the door, turned on the ventilation facilities in the classroom, and spread the poisonous gas of fear to the entire university.

"This is my farewell gift. They will all like it."

The Scarecrow laughed and walked out of the classroom with unsteady steps. Someone in the corridor had already been poisoned.

A large number of people fell all over the place, some screamed out of fear, and some even started punching and kicking each other.

The more fear gas you inhale, the faster you collapse, like a frightened goat, helpless at the mercy of others.

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In the Gotham Police Department, Major Crimes Office, Barbara was sitting in front of the computer, chewing gum and organizing the data on the computer.

The serious crime squad was short of manpower, especially computer experts. Gordon, who had been busy for a day and a night, had no one else available, so he simply drafted his own daughter in to serve as a soldier.

Barbara was very happy about this. After all, the internal computers of the police station sounded mysterious.

When Barbara opened it, she felt something was wrong. Why were there so many online secret doors in the police database?

The secret doors in the network make it easier for outside computers to come in than drinking tea. There is no possibility that the police station’s database can be kept confidential.

Barbara tried to break through a secret door, but found that the secret door actually jumped. It was a virus set by an expert! The computer in front of Barbara began to be damaged by the virus.

This discovery made Barbara very curious, and she took out her computer and USB drive from her backpack.

Barbara rubbed her hands. She was an expert among network experts. She could directly fight back against this tiny virus!

Just when Barbara was going all out, wanting to know who was so bold as to leave a secret door in the police database.

At the same time, in the Batcave, the Batcomputer sounded a red alarm, "Invasion, invasion!"

Bruce Wayne, who had not slept last night, was sitting in a chair filling out a plan survey. Hearing the alarm, he turned around and saw that three firewalls of the Batcomputer had been breached.

"...?"

Bruce was a little confused as to how someone could dare to attack the Batcomputer, a computer he "borrowed" from the Wayne Group's warehouse and debugged personally by technical director Lucius.

The defense measures are tighter than the Pentagon’s computer system, how could someone break in?

Bruce quickly stood up and walked to the computer. Although his research on computers was limited to using it as a super search engine to extract useful information from various databases in Gotham.

However, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know computers. When he checked the data, Bruce frowned. The attack address is... Gotham Police Department? Are there computer experts there?

Bruce tried to fight the opponent several times, but was defeated. The opponent could not break through the special firewall in the Batcomputer, but used other methods to try to locate the location of the Batcomputer.

"Mr Fox?"

Bruce picked up the phone next to him and called Lucius Fox, the warehouse manager of Wayne Group, the technical sweeper, and the developer of bat technology.

Yes, although Bruce can't deal with this computer hacker, he can seek external help and let the big guy play for him.

"Hello, Master Wayne, do you need new protection for your rock climbing and shooting plan?" Lucius said with a smile. Rather than addressing others, he sounded more like he was talking to a friend of varying ages.

Although according to seniority, Bruce should call him uncle.

Before Thomas Wayne was shot, Lucius, a technology tycoon, built Gotham's rail system with the support of Thomas and became a member of the board of directors.

Of course, a new emperor appoints new ministers. After Thomas Wayne's death, the environmental protection plan, defense system, and consumer products plan prepared by this technology tycoon all became samples.

The board of directors will shift Wayne Group's scientific research direction to the more profitable development of medical care, arms, and high-end real estate, and will also enter the financial industry.

The reason why Lucius was sent to look after the warehouse was because the products he developed were very poor!

Neither the Kairav ​​multifunctional protective suit, the basic flying hook system, nor the heavily armored bridge-building engineering vehicle can bring huge profits to the Wayne Group.

So, Lucius and his works were thrown into a secret warehouse under Wayne Building.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will spend his time from working to retirement at Wayne Group in that confidential warehouse.

"Um, my computer has been hacked. Can you help me fix it?" Bruce said tactfully: "After all, my privacy will arouse the curiosity of many people."

"...Okay." Lucius could only agree: "Open the remote control and I'll see what to do."

Bruce worked on the computer and asked on the phone: "Okay, what else can I do?"

"Take your hands off the keyboard. Go get a cup of coffee. When you come back, there will be no problem with this computer."