[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Corinster Cemetery.

Corinster Cemetery is located in the southern outskirts of Gotham City, next to Foran Park, not far from Wayne Manor.Jack's tomb is in a quiet corner of the Colunster Cemetery, surrounded by clusters of star anise, low evergreen shrubs and wild roses clinging to the railings, and shrouded in the shadows cast by tall trees all year round.Most of those buried here are professors, scholars, writers, actors, artists, etc., people with a literary atmosphere, his two neighbors, one is a classical painter who died young, and the other One was a journalist who died in a car accident.

Bruce followed the person in charge through the lonely path, and the wildflowers covered with night dew wetly lifted his trousers. Finally, the two of them reached the end of the path, and the person in charge pointed to Jack's tombstone, and said: there."

"Are you sure the guard saw the figure?" Bruce said.

"This... He wasn't sure either. It was too dark at the time, maybe it was his eyesight. There was nothing to steal in the cemetery,? Except for young people who came here to try their courage,? Or some young couples who didn't do anything good... "The person in charge hesitated,? "He made a special trip to confirm the next morning,? There is no change in the tomb."

It happened nearly ten days ago, when the cemetery guard witnessed a strange figure climbing over the cemetery railing on the sentry post.Out of laziness and fear of supernatural events, he did not go to confirm with a flashlight, just like the person in charge said,? There are no dignitaries with precious sacrificial objects buried here,? There will be no petty thieves coming in to steal things.In the early morning of the next day, the guards went to check, and there was nothing unusual, so the tomb guard blamed the incident on his own illusion, and did not report it.

The reason why this matter reached Bruce's ears was because the guard casually mentioned it to the person in charge.The person in charge passed this detail along with others to Bruce out of the mentality of "with an annual maintenance fee of [-] yuan, at least let the employer know that we are not passively slowing down work".This was originally an anecdote used to claim credit, but Bruce actually came to visit the site seriously, which really shocked him.

Bruce really didn't expect the dead to come back to life.Jack Napier, on paper, is an unmarried college professor, but he knows he's the Joker.The reason why he was not buried as a clown and the number of people attending the funeral was as small as possible was because the identity of the clown was too sensitive at the time.

Although the clown is dead, the legacy is still spreading in Gotham.His admirers gradually decreased, but the remaining members became more and more fanatical. The Clown Gang gradually became the Clown Cult. They believed that the Clown was the reincarnation of the devil and the enemy son of Satan in disguise. He was born because of the almighty The main purpose is to destroy the world full of sin.They even made up a vivid story about how the native people who were tied to the stake cursed Gotham, and the clown was the terrifying ghost that came into being from the curse.

It seems that no matter how the history develops, there will always be no shortage of devil worshipers in society.

This is why the word "Joker" cannot be written on the tombstone. If the news of the clown's burial spreads, the people attending the funeral will go forward, and the group of fanatics will come to dig the grave.

Therefore, when he heard "a strange figure appeared", Bruce's first reaction was "could it be someone taught by the clown".Now, he stood beside Jack's grave, one hand resting on the carved marble headstone, looking around.As the person in charge said, there is really nothing abnormal here, and the people taught by the clown will never dig the grave carefully to restore the soil.But under the surprised eyes of the person in charge, Bruce leaned down and grabbed the ordinary weeds beside the tombstone: "The color of the grass blades is wrong, the leaves are about to rot, and the graveyard was turned over before it rained."

"It may be the soil loosening caused by the rain..." the person in charge said.

no.Bruce thought to himself as he slowly rubbed a handful of dirt in his hands, the grit and the moisture content of the soil told him that the grave had definitely been opened recently, despite the careful camouflage of the gravediggers, and The level of camouflage is so high that ordinary people can't see the flaws at all. It can't be that the clown taught the mob to do it.He thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Get someone to dig up the grave."

Under the powerful banknote ability, the person in charge failed to stop Bruce after all, and several young and strong workers dug up the grave with shovels.What unfolded in front of everyone was an extremely chaotic scene: the lid of the coffin was pushed aside, and there was no one in the coffin, and there were a lot of leaves, dead grass, sawdust, and broken shrubs mixed in the wet soil that was turned over, like some large Animals seem to have struggled violently.

Bruce opened the tattered coffin lid, the unpainted wooden boards were covered with dark red scratches, the sharp wooden thorns were covered with dried blood and skin flakes, as well as some worn-out soft tissues. He also saw tooth marks and a whole broken nail.He could imagine how Jack struggled in the small space, grasping the coffin board regardless of the pain, biting the edge of the wood for a breath of air, madly trying to escape from the situation of being buried alive.

"This... this this... this... this..." The person in charge spoke incoherently, the traces were so obvious that anyone could see what happened.

Bruce looked at it for a while, and gestured to several people present: "Please keep today's matter a secret, I will pay three times the wages."

Everyone stared at the criss-cross scratches on the wooden board and fell silent.Bruce slowly walked out of the gate of the Corinster Cemetery, walked to a secluded place, and quietly pressed the communicator next to his ear: "One penny, to restart the Batcave, I need a five-kilometer radius with the Corinster Cemetery as the center. All the communication signal records in the area, let the bat computer check all the surveillance videos in the range, I want to find someone."

Alfred was silent for a while. After Jason's death, Bruce never officially admitted that Batman's career was over, but Alfred closed the Batcave by his default, leaving only some listening devices still running by default.

Batman is not an honor, but a curse.

Alfred had always been so sure that under that black cloak was a strange soul, an outsider who was devouring Bruce.He is grateful for this period of time from the bottom of his heart. He knows that his children are doing great things, but he would rather Bruce be an ordinary kid from a rich family, marry a wife and have children like an ordinary man, and live a happy life that is meaningless to society. I also don't want him to fight those vicious criminals every night, only sleep for an hour or two, and get hurt all over his body.

He thought he finally saw hope, and now everything is back to the original point.But he was not as disappointed as he imagined, maybe he had thought of such a day long ago.So he just nodded and said, "Okay, young master, who do you want to talk to?"

"Find Jack." Bruceton paused for a moment, "He's still alive, but I buried him alive."

As he said those words, Jack's Maybach was driving out of Gotham.He himself has completely forgotten the fear of being buried alive. He is holding the steering wheel with one hand and offering Algernon a plate full of meat with the other. Certificate, teaching qualification certificate, college technical occupation recommendation form, letter of introduction from the principal of Gotham Central University, and a new name on the ID card: "Walter Siegel Richard".

After fifteen, the metropolis.

Abandoned underground tech star laboratory.

This place originally belonged to the Lex Group and was used for biological experiments to replicate the genetic information of Superman.Five years ago, this experimental project that violated human ethics was discovered by Superman and was abolished. All experimenters were secretly transferred to other places. This address was marked as an invalid address by the Lex Group.Back then, Superman came too fast, and the personnel evacuated in a hurry. Most of the leftover equipment was intact and could be used smoothly.Jack himself made some modifications to the laboratory, hacked into the Lex Group's computer, modified part of the information, and incidentally charged the water and electricity bills to the other party's account.

On a fourth brightly lit night, the mice injected with spinal fluid still didn't come alive.

Careless.thought Jack.

Just thinking that there is amber gold can bring Jason back to life, but in fact the sharp claws can still move after death thanks to the Dionysian factor. Its function is only limited to "prolong life and heal pain", not "resurrection after death".The problem now presented to Jack is that he can't even get out "a little bit" of the Dionysian factor, which only exists inside his spine and exerts its effect when he is dying.This mysterious metal exhibits the characteristics of Schrödinger. The two concepts of existence and non-existence are superimposed on each other, and finally become an unobservable state.

The experiment failed again.No matter whether the mice were injected after death or when they were dying, the mice showed no signs of resurrection.Both the spinal fluid and the contents of the spinal cord have been used and are of no use.Dionysus factor was inactivated the moment it left the spinal cord and touched the syringe.

Really worst case scenario.

Jack rummaged around for a while, and took out a CD from the innermost part of the luggage bag.This is a special add-on he got when he walked the world of Conan, the code structure of the artificial intelligence and supercomputer "Noah's Ark", because its secondary attributes of self-growth are too scary, he has been throwing this thing in the corner without paying attention .Now he has to activate it, because he can't do it alone for the next operation.

He sighed, and silently looked at the anatomical diagram of the spine under the glass. There were two pencil marks on the diagram, which were respectively drawn on the positions of the tenth thoracic vertebra and the fifth lumbar vertebra.This was his original consideration in the car: If even the bone marrow cannot be transported to keep the Dionysian factor active, then there is only the simplest mechanical solution to solve this problem: violently dismantling a part of the spine and transplanting it directly on Jason.The Dionysian factor and amber gold in the remaining spinal cord should be able to restore his incomplete spine.