[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

live alone.The corpse rots.No relatives and no friends.No dental records.

Theoretically, there is no direct evidence that can prove the identity of the corpse, and there are no relatives and friends who will insist on tracing the authenticity of the identity.The superposition of these elements makes it very easy to think of suspended animation and surrogate death.

Was that body really Mrs. Shrike herself?

Jack thought for a while. It would be much easier to have a name. He continued to search for key words in the old cases, and soon found an index provided by St. Marian Hospital. table.

But obviously, St. Marian's Hospital only entered the name, and did not submit the complete physical examination report to the database terminal.Jack had no choice but to put away the computer and continue to do some catwoman work. He sneaked into the underground abandoned archives room of St. When I was young, my eyes were dazzled, and I found the kraft paper bag he wanted from the vast archives.

More than 20 years later, the file bag has turned yellow and become brittle, and a corner has been rotted by moths. The ink on the file paper has traces of smudges. Jack put on gloves and took out the file carefully. Black and white photo in the upper right corner.

Despite the severe water stains, the extremely distorted photos, and the severe aliasing in the portraits, Jack could still tell that it was a pale, thin, gloomy-eyed girl.She has thin lips, high and prominent cheekbones, black curly hair full of Asian style, and sly and narrow fox-like eyes.The thick long bangs on the forehead cover the eye sockets, hiding the two carbon ball-like eyes in deep shadows.She looked straight ahead, her lips curled up in an arc, half a smile, half a smile, like mockery and caring.

Varenma Tina.

Jack looked away from the photo and started flipping through the medical report.This health questionnaire is frighteningly short, and it only states that the subject has no history of mental illness, no criminal record, and is in good health, no infectious disease, no family history of genetic disease, and is competent for the job and has no risk.

Looking at the numbers on the medical examination form, Jack imagined what Varenma would look like in 20 years.She was a tall, thin girl who was underweight, raised in an orphanage and community school, slightly malnourished, thin and bony.And the most striking thing is the height, the height of 178cm, even if it is considered eye-catching among men, Mrs. Shrike with this height is actually a woman.No wonder Jason's father mistook her gender.

Jack pondered for a while, stuffed the file into his pocket, then found a folding shovel and wrapped it in his raincoat.He had to do some grave-digging work again.

Sharon Cemetery.Funded and led by the Gotham Love Federation, the charity cemetery established on the outskirts of Gotham City is dedicated to burying orphans and widows without relatives and friends.Later, the Gotham Love Federation went bankrupt, and Sharon Cemetery lost its funds for maintenance and became a chaotic unnamed cemetery.As time went on, the rain and wind blew, the facilities were old, and the cemetery became more and more ghostly. The surrounding residents claimed that there were ghostly lights floating around here.

Jack turned up the end of the crowbar and stuffed it into the coffin lid. The stale smell and the damp smell of the soil hit his face, making him almost unable to breathe, and fine and dense snowflakes floated from the depths of the sky.He took a deep breath and pressed the crowbar hard. With the sound of wood breaking, the coffin lid was pushed open, and what appeared in front of him was a pale shroud, with irregular protrusions that traced the outline of the skeleton.In the long 20 years, enough time for a generation to grow up, the peerless beauty also rotted into a skeleton.

Jack put on latex gloves, lifted the shroud, and took out a tape measure and a portable flashlight. Although the internal organs were completely decomposed, the physical and chemical properties of the contents could not be determined, but the skeleton could tell him a lot.

Jack quickly got the information he wanted. The deceased's pelvis was very wide, which proved that the deceased was indeed a woman. He then measured the length of the femur and deduced that the approximate height of the deceased should be around 170cm. Height and gender are similar Right on.But most importantly, Jack took two small bones in the neck of the corpse and put them together to form a crescent, which is the hyoid bone, a small bone at the junction of the jaw and the neck, which has a distinct traces of fracture.

The body was strangled from behind with a rope.The murderer's strength was so great that he fractured the hyoid bone.

Sure enough, it was not suicide.

However, the thread stops here.

24 years ago, Mrs. Shrike murdered and dumped her body according to the planning map of the Wayne Group, which proved that she must have some connection with the Wayne family. This also barely makes sense when it comes to the Thomas couple's maid.

If Varenma Tina is really Mrs. Shrike, she was strangled by an unknown murderer 24 years ago, and her body was only found three months later in her residence, then, as long as there is no one in the Gotham Police Department, The reason for the investigation was to close the case with heart paralysis. There must have been no autopsy report on Varenma Tina's death, and there was no police investigation at the murder scene.In addition, she lives alone, grew up in an orphanage, has no relatives and no friends, and the community school will not keep her student status files. Even if she had friends back then, I am afraid that there is no way to find them now. Whether she is alive or not is another story. Twenty years is enough to erase all traces of this girl in the world. Except for a shriveled skeleton and a pile of old unsolved case reports, she left nothing to this world.

But who was it that strangled her?Who would attack a woman living alone?

□□?robbery?Is it an accomplice to silence, or other reasons?

However, even if she did encounter these things, it would not be obvious from a skeleton.

Jack sighed, put away the shovel, gloves and flashlight, closed the coffin lid, and was about to leave the deep pit he dug, when suddenly he looked up and saw a tall black figure standing on the edge of the pit, and He was stunned for a moment by the glinting and jumping blue light spots like will-o'-the-wisps, his feet slipped, and he almost fell off the slope. The black shadow grabbed his arm and pulled him up steadily.Seeing the person in front of him, Jack let out a sigh of relief: "Can you make a little noise when you walk next time?"

"It's you who are too involved." Batman pressed off the floating quantum screen.

"Don't you have a big meal with Jason and then cuddle by the Christmas tree and cry and say Daddy loves you?"

Batman ignored his teasing: "Anything?"

"The gender and height are basically the same. What doesn't match is the cause of death. She didn't die from a heart attack." Jack said, tightening the rope around his neck. "She was strangled to death."

"Why are you so interested in Mrs. Shrike?"

"Anyway, I have nothing to do. Why don't you come here to investigate the case to relieve your boredom? Just treat it as a distraction. Are you willing to look at me with a face every day? Besides, aren't you here too?"

Batman didn't smile, his tone was steady, calm, and emotionless, as if an iron mask was covering his face.He had never talked to him with this expression before, Jack was puzzled, and suddenly felt that his expression was very familiar now, and after thinking for a long time, he realized where he had seen it before, and then he was horrified by it—this is when Batman interrogated criminals tone of voice.Sure enough, Batman was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "Not long ago, a juvenile gangster was attacked by unknown persons on the outskirts of Gotham, and he was seriously injured. I have already investigated the surveillance at the time of the incident and the historical actions of the car's GPS. Route, so, Jack, where were you when it happened?"

Jack didn't change his face: "What time was the incident? If it was around 02:30 in the morning, I did drive to the 24-hour store to buy some vegetables. You wouldn't think I attacked him, would you?"

Don't be afraid, look him in the eyes and confront him.

Although the attack on the juvenile delinquent was completely improvised and he did not make sufficient preparations for the crime, he had resolved everything afterwards. He was sure that the juvenile delinquent did not see his face clearly, and no surveillance camera captured him walking out of the alley. There can be no witnesses, and the murder weapon and the blood-stained raincoat were also cleaned up.At the same time, he intentionally made his approach appear unprofessional in order to disguise it as an ordinary robbery.

Therefore, Batman has no direct evidence pointing to him, and the seemingly determined interrogation now is just a routine and an attitude of observing him, and he cannot show any fear or guilt.No eyebrows raised, no fists made, no looking away, no getting emotional, no overly aggressive self-assertion.These are anomalies, and once Batman sees through it, it's over, and the cold-faced and selfless Dark Knight will definitely push him back to Arkham.

"Chief Gordon thinks the robber is a familiar man. The victim didn't see him at all, only saw him wearing a raincoat. According to the store owner's testimony, he sold you an identical raincoat."

Jack made an expression of "I can't stand you", and waved his hand at Batman: "No, even if I really attacked passers-by, why did I wear a new raincoat to attack? It's the same as buying a new knife to kill someone What's the difference between throwing the murder weapon and the purchase at the scene together, even if I really wanted to commit crimes on a whim, I wouldn't use such a low-level method."

"Which raincoat?"

"In the trunk of the car, do you want the car keys?" Jack shrugged.

He knew that Batman must have investigated his villa and car before he came, and [-]% found the wet raincoat he stuffed in the trunk, but he must have not tested the luminol reaction on the raincoat, because it was not the same at all. a raincoat.The raincoat he wore when he committed the crime had been thrown into the fireplace by him long ago, and the ash from the burnt spilled into the depths of the flower bed. If Batman could detect the victim's blood from the pile of ashes, then Jack would admit his death.

Batman doesn't believe him: "Where's your knife? Give me your knife."

coming.Before, it was a lottery, but now it is the focus.

Batman's detective ability is the best in the world. If you want to perfectly cover up the crime, you can't think about how to perfect the crime. It is irrational to challenge what Batman is best at.Because committing a crime is an attempt to cover up, when you want to cover up a clue, you must leave more clues.If the detective's investigative skills are impeccable, the detective himself is the breaking point.He must use his feelings, to be precise, use guilt, so that his heart will also block him.

Jack silently took out a letter opener from his pocket and handed it to Batman.Batman soon found fresh bloodstains in the thick and thin crevices of his hair, and he asked coldly, "Whose blood is this?"

mine.

The letter opener had been acid-washed with a special solution. Even if there was blood that was not cleaned, the acid-washing would completely destroy the DNA, making it impossible to compare it with the victim.As for the blood on the letter opener now, it was Jack's own.

Jack was silent for a moment without making any expression. He just pulled up his sleeves and exposed his arms. There were two parallel scratches on his pale wrists, which had already formed crimson blood scabs, like entangled red ropes.Although he didn't say it, anyone with a discerning eye could see how it was left behind. He only gave Batman a look, and then quickly tore off his sleeves, as if he was covering up the ugly sores.

Batman froze for a moment, his face softened, as if he had removed a frozen mask.Maybe he also has two very different faces, Batman's face, Bruce's face, and now he's mild Bruce.He handed the letter opener back to Jack and whispered, "Sorry."