There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

"That's right, it's him."

Sherlock took off his brown wig, and he pointed positively at some square-faced man on the screen to Tony.

"The breakthrough has been found, lead him away first."

I don't know how Tony did it, but he quickly found the basic information of the square-faced man in the database-the ghost knows which official or underground organization's database it is.

Not only the man's main social experience, but also information about his height, weight, and even accent characteristics are laid out in front of their eyes.

What Sherlock reasoned out after deliberately pretending to go to the scene before was almost exactly the same as the information displayed in the text.

After finishing his conclusion with Jason, Sherlock returned to his usual lazy state.

I don't know how he did it, it seems that after every reasoning, Sherlock has a fixed sage time alarm clock in his brain, and the ringing of the bell can make him lose interest in an instant.

"He has only been here for a few months, and he hasn't gotten to know a colleague who can detect something wrong at a glance. Playing this person is the least risky choice."

Jason knocked on the table with his index finger. Given the loophole Sherlock found, it would not be difficult for the caretaker to leave his post temporarily.The only problem is, who will pretend to be a square-faced man to sneak in.

Among the subordinates who can ensure that he will not betray him are those who are proficient in disguise, but letting others sneak into Arkham to release the clown, Jason always feels that he is not at ease.

It wasn't that Jason was too nervous, but that he knew what a terrifying lunatic the Joker was.This enemy was tough enough that Jason doubted that he could instigate the guy he sent on the spot.

Crazy people always attract outlaws, Jason thought twice, and decided to go out on his own.

Tony's hands typing on the keyboard almost turned into shadows: "I don't understand how you pretend to be another person... But if you get there and there are no other people around, I can guarantee that even if you swagger Dance tango in the hallway, and no one will see the record."

"The premise is," Tony murmured after playing a surveillance video several times, "You really pretend to be exactly like him."

"What about pupil recognition and fingerprint lock?"

"I'm trying to match the database..."

Surprisingly, Arkham's network defense is doing a good job.Facing the seemingly difficult challenge, Tony geared up: "Then I changed his record to yours? I will delete it afterwards."

Jason naturally nodded in agreement, as long as he can pass the verification smoothly.

"Put a few guns in the nearby blocks, so that people can ambush them in advance..."

***

When he woke up, it was bright and bright, and Tim, who was finally full of sleep, rarely had the urge to lie down in bed for a while.

Hey, the Gotham vigilante is also human, and Robin will want to stay in bed too.

After a short rest, Tim simply got up.

Today there are only Alfred and him in the house. When he learned that Bruce was going to attend a commercial banquet today, Tim couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't have to go to those entertainments.

Originally, Tim planned to save some free time for himself today, so it was rare for him to relax.However, not long after he sat safely, there was news that he had to rush to temporary rescue.

"I can't do things anywhere, it must be near Arkham? I don't know how many people are watching here?" Tim said to himself on the road.

He is really convinced of those idiots who think they can dominate the perverts and feel good about themselves.

Every month there are always some people who don't believe in evil and want to challenge Arkham's purgatory level difficulty.

Whether it's prison robbery or bombing, it seems that this group of bad guys has no face if they haven't fought Batman in Gotham or done something near Arkham.

Tim really wanted to ask a question face to face: Is it delicious to eat prison food?

Just like those people who shouted to attack Arkham last night but looked like cannon fodder, knowing that it was futile, they still wanted to hit the muzzle of their guns in disbelief.

I heard that the instigator behind the scenes is the Red Hood that he and Bruce have been tracking.

Tim couldn't help but wonder if the newly minted Red Hood was floating or just being silly.

***

Looking at the three people who were ready to go, Samuel couldn't help but said, "You look like agents in a spy war drama."

Especially Jason - I don't know how he did it, the handsome young man has now become an ordinary middle-aged man with a wide jaw.

He was wearing a simple black jacket, and the little belly under the T-shirt was lifelike...to be honest, a bit hot on the eyes.

Not to mention that Jason deliberately imitated the gloomy expression of the square-faced man. Even his walking posture was as similar as possible from Sherlock's description.

Now Jason's image can be said to be completely changed.Not to mention the silhouette in the surveillance, I'm afraid it's face to face, as long as you are not very close, it will be difficult to find out that something is wrong with him.

Unlike Jason who was ready, Samuel was slumped on the sofa and watching the show.In order not to disturb the three people next door, he also put on earphones.

Samuel originally wanted to drink coffee and eat dessert leisurely, but the atmosphere among the other three could easily affect his atmosphere of watching the drama.The male protagonist and female supporting role in the dog-blood drama said a few words, and Samuel felt that there was some kind of conspiracy, and the corresponding suspenseful BGM was automatically matched in his mind.

Apart from arguing with 413 and watching dramas every day, Samuel has nothing else to do.On the contrary, the three young people in his eyes are full of energy every day, as if they have endless things to do every day.

Samuel, who has always been indifferent to the activities of the tenants, also became a little interested. He was barely aroused by them and asked, "Do you need my help?"

Jason turned his head and glanced at the landlady reclining on the sofa.

The other party calmly ate the last bite of heart under his gaze, exuding the smell of salted fish like a vagrant.

Jason: Are you sure it's helping and not watching a show?

Although I doubt whether Samuel said it casually, after all, I had a long talk with him in the middle of the night last night.

Jason thought about it, and gave a temporary position that he just came up with within three seconds with a face: "We still need a contact person, can you help me contact the following people then?"

Samuel readily responded: "This is simple—in other words, is this the first social event in our apartment?"

Tony, who was busy, couldn't help laughing when he heard Samuel's words: "Fellowship? Samuel, I prefer to call it a team building activity."

Tony said slowly, "There are no pretty girls among the four of us."

Samuel graciously changed his title: "Okay, then this is our first team building activity."

Sherlock was spinning his pen in boredom. He thought the name was silly, but the content of the activity was indeed in line with his wishes.

So the world's only consulting detective also gave his own evaluation: "I hope there are more interesting things like this."

A good revenge plan was turned into a team building activity by these guys, and Jason found that he was not surprised at all.

Forget it, Jason thought, it's the first time to form a team and lead a team to fight, forget it.

"How many of you..."

Facing the three pairs of puzzled eyes, Jason really couldn't think of what to explain before he left.

Seeing the same ease and excitement on the faces of the three of them, he swallowed back the highest-scoring reward offer answer he had googled three minutes ago on "How to motivate procrastinators in teamwork in five sentences".

He should stop motivating, he should search how to appease the overly excited team members.

***

"Oh—you all smell it? It smells like gunpowder—"

The man sitting on the iron chair closed his eyes and took a deep breath, singing an aria deliberately protracted, indescribably exaggerated and dramatic.

His voice was full of strange vitality, it was clear that he was speaking leisurely, but it was harsh and sharp.

This nervous man sat on the iron chair, he waved his hands to himself, and the special handcuffs and chains on his wrists rattled.

In such a strange scene, the man's performance seems to be waiting for a response, but unfortunately no one responds.

The man opened his eyes helplessly, and he slowly and loudly asked the question several times, until several impatient swearing responded to him, and some guys who were afraid of chaos in the world were laughing at him for losing his nerve again.

If this was a play, the performance on stage was a failure, and the audience's response was rude and unkind.

But this is not a drama theater, but a mental hospital where all kinds of mental patients and criminals are imprisoned-this is Arkham.

The man was held in a white ward.Apart from the iron chair the man was sitting on, only the chains on his body showed his presence.

Following his repeated loud inquiries, there was a loud noise from the ward next door, and then a violent male voice started yelling, all the unbearable words in his words were insulting this weird guy.

"Hee hee hee, ahahahahahaha—"

Faced with this reaction, the man suddenly laughed shrilly.

He wasn't angry or angry at being abused at all, but laughed louder and louder: "You can't smell it, can you? Hahahahaha——"

"You can't smell it..." The man laughed, and then suddenly closed the corners of his lips that were stretched to the extreme: "You idiots!"

Regardless of the more violent yelling and scolding from the neighbors next door, the man's gaze seemed to have caught something in the void. He stared indifferently at the empty floor, and once again sat quietly on the iron chair, motionless.

"He's the one you're looking for?" Tony looked at the video on the monitor and subtly lowered the sound of the video.

He'd been taken aback by the clown's laugh just now, and Tony somehow remembered that Jason seemed to laugh like that once - not long after they first met.

Tony couldn't figure out why Jason wanted to let this guy out, and he said tactfully, "He's pretty crazy, and this mental hospital is actually very suitable for him."

After Jason came back, it was the first time he saw a real clown.Even through the screen, Jason seemed to feel the madness and evil of the other party.

"Yes, it's him."

Jason smiled calmly: "Are you all ready?"

Tony snapped his fingers at several display screens: "What do you think?"

Sherlock clicked on the road map that had been prepared earlier: "I have marked the parts that need to be vigilant, thank you."

Samuel shook the car key in his hand: "I'll be waiting for you!"