[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Tell your lunatics to stop!"

He was brushing his books with relish, and was suddenly taken out of the cell and thrown into a familiar waiting room. Before he recovered, he saw a young man in red and green slapping him on the table, shouting this sentence When the voice was so loud that the tiles in Arkham Asylum shook three times,? Jack was stunned.

……what's the situation?

"Road killer,? Active in October this year. There are 10 victims in total, all of whom are aging males. They are 3, 49, and 55 years old. The murderer's modus operandi is highly consistent. First, he beat 63~ For 8 hours, a large area of ​​mechanical damage was caused. Then some fingers, toes, nose or ears were cut off. Finally, the victim was poisoned with laughing gas and dismembered. The iconic clown smile, tribute, copycats, etc. may not be ruled out. All victims were castrated, some of the remains had burns on the perineum/vulva, the corpses were incompletely put together, and the head showed traces of cooking. The murderer was in the remains The clown's business card was left on his chest, and then the corpse was disposed of. None of the victims had suffered other violations, and most of the corpses were scattered around the road by the murderer.

The murderer's methods of committing crimes are brutal and bloody, with great concealment and anti-reconnaissance capabilities.The method of dismemberment is professional and experienced. The knife is cut along the bones and muscles. With certain knowledge of anatomy, the occupation may be doctor, chef, butcher or hunter.According to the pictures captured by the surveillance equipment, the murderer is a white male, about 165cm tall, and short and thin. It is speculated that the murder weapon was a dagger or a short knife. "

Jack dropped the file, looked at the evidence bag in Jason's hand, and rolled his eyes at the clown totem on the playing cards.

During this period of time, he was either reading or sleeping heavily. The Arkham study room deserved it. He brushed until dark every day, which turned day and night upside down. Now that Jason has come to his door, his mind is still a little dazed.

Jason Todd, the second-generation Robin.

He has a bizarre and tragic life experience. When he was created as the second-generation Robin, his origin was highly similar to that of the first-generation Robin Dick Grayson. He was born in a circus and his parents were killed. Robin became Batman's assistant.The very similar character creation to the first-generation Robin made him a copy of Robin Dick Grayson in the eyes of the public (set in the Bronze Age, his life experience was restarted after the crisis on Infinite Earths, this is what everyone relative The familiar origin of stealing tires), at the same time, it also made him not recognized by the audience, and was finally voted dead by the audience in the comic "Death of the Family". After that, he retired for several years before being resurrected by DC and became the anti-hero Red Hood .

The most darkly humorous thing is that Jason was killed by the audience because of his low popularity, but after his death and resurrection, his popularity rose all the way.

As another personality of the murderer who killed the second-generation Robin in the original work, Jack looked up at Jason with a delicate expression.

In the original comics of "Death in the Family", Jason pursued the clues of his biological mother, but fell into the trap of the clown.After being broken by the clown with a crowbar, he was blown to death by a bomb. His death was extremely miserable.Jack still remembers his exclamation when he read the comics, the clown is really crazy and evil, he has broken his unique style, the lunatics in Arkham do everything, but it is really true to kill children inhumanely Not much, Jason was only 15 years old when he died, "life is too short for him to experience more beautiful things".

"Read it? After reading it, tell your lunatics to stop. Do you think that letting your men kill people outside will force us to let you out?" Jason, who was still Robin, folded his arms and looked at Jack coldly. .

Jack silently glanced at the affection system.

Robin II (Jason Todd): current prestige loathing

Well, clown, you really have you, you can accurately make everyone who comes into contact with you hate you, which is also an amazing skill in another sense.He is used to it.

The most important thing now is not the future of this Robin, but the file in his hand.

In short, the road killer who showed up in Gotham this month, copying his tactics, has already killed 3 men.If it's just like this, it's still only at the level of serial murders, and it has nothing to do with Jack.But on these three corpses, clown playing cards were found. The playing cards were placed on the chest of the male corpse, and they were all the iconic totems of the clown.

But—this really has nothing to do with the clown, he was already Jack a month ago, and the clown's sober time before and after adds up to two hours.If the clown can pass the news from the heavily guarded Arkham in these short waking hours, instructing his men to wreak havoc in Gotham, then Jack can only wonder if he is Doraemon , can take out a random door from the four-dimensional pocket anytime and anywhere.

Where did this pheasant imitator come from...

Jack has a headache.For the past month, he has been busy writing mathematics papers. Anyway, he is idle in Arkham. Why not do some theoretical research while his mathematics grade is so high.Batman didn't stop him either, it's better to let the Joker focus on pure mathematical theory than he does bad things.In addition, during this period of time, Jack was obsessed with the study of elliptic curves, and he performed quite well in the labor camp. As a reward, Arkham provided him with a pen and enough scratch paper. He should be able to write a paper on elliptic curves recently. Contributed to the academic journal Mathematics.

So he said truthfully: "As much as I want to give you some news, this time it really has nothing to do with me."

"Every murderer says 'it has nothing to do with me', but you left the joke on the scene." Jason sneered.

"You know I'm not the Joker, Batman should have told you. The ghost card wasn't my idea, and it doesn't represent me. Even if he did, I never share memories with him, sorry, I can't give You help." Jack took a sip of the sweetened milk Gordon offered him.

As he thought, there was no surprise on the faces of the two people on the opposite side. It was obvious that Batman had got through with them, and they knew that Jack claimed that he was not a clown.

"'I'm not a clown', it's just a deception carefully designed by you." Jason said slowly, "Maybe you can fool a bat, but you can't fool me."

Jack looked at him for a while, then sighed with a heavy face: "Director Gordon, do you have an ultraviolet lamp for banknote inspection?"

"What are you going to do?" Gordon's mind rang out.

"It's very simple." Jack pointed to the evidence bag in Jason's hand, "Go back to the source and tell you where this counterfeit product came from, and where this 'road killer' has been."

Gordon put the UV lamp on the table.

Jack has two identical joker cards in front of him, both in the evidence bag.One was relatively clean, except for some dust, and the other was covered in dried blood.

"Where did this one come from? Are you sure it's the clown's own?" Jack pointed to the relatively clean ghost card, which was the business card he asked Gordon to bring the clown's previous crimes.

"You and Harley attacked a shopping mall before and poisoned people on the third floor with laughing gas. This card was inserted in those corpses." Gordon didn't show any expression.

Jack turned on the ultraviolet light, and the blue beam of light was like a burning will-o'-the-wisp, illuminating his pale, bloodless face: "That's not me. I'm Jack."

He lowered his eyes, took out the business cards in the evidence bag with tweezers, arranged them one by one, put them under the ultraviolet light, and asked Gordon and Jason to observe their surfaces: "Do you see any difference?"

Jason frowned. His observation ability was not weak, and he soon discovered that under the irradiation of ultraviolet light, the surfaces of the two ghost cards showed very similar colors and textures, almost from the same batch of printing.But the surface of one of them was shining brightly. Looking carefully, the ghost card refracted several light spots of different sizes, like some kind of irregular watermark. The watermark was very small, no bigger than a baby's fingernail, no If you look closely, you can't find it at all.

This watermarked business card is relatively clean and used by the Joker himself.

"Is this a watermark?"

"The clown's business card uses the old coated paper 26 years ago. At that time, the laws and regulations were not perfect. Some printing factories violated the regulations by using a now banned paint. This paint is cheap, but because of the irregular manufacturing process, it is often mixed with some Impurities, these impurities are high-risk carcinogens, and this kind of light spot appears under the ultraviolet light." Jack shook the business card, and the old god was there, "By the way, this paint is poisonous, and excessive exposure can damage neurons , causing mental retardation. Remember to wash your hands after touching it."

Gordon's face turned green, he exchanged a look with Jason, and hurried out to wash his hands.

Jack didn't panic at all, anyway, the system reminded him that he was immune to this kind of paint.

"Is the clown card left by the road killer a counterfeit?" Jason looked at him, his emerald green pupils reflected a pale shadow, like a thin mist.

"Yes, but Batman should have told you this." Jack lowered his eyes, folded his hands, and said suddenly, "What happened to your butler?"

The words that came out of nowhere were like a cold arrow shot in a war, or a battering ram that dug open a city gate. Jason didn't expect him to be so sharp, and caught off guard, he suddenly suppressed the expression on his face. .He stood up, propped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and the falling black shadow enveloped Jack, like a young cheetah ready to go: "How do you know? Who gave you the news?"

"Sit down, little red bird, don't be so excited. It's not difficult to guess, if the bat is free, he should be sitting here. You little birds are his heart, and he will never let you face me alone , even if I’m not a clown.” Jack licked the corner of his mouth, “Not long ago, the lunatics were all repaired by Batman, believe me——Arkham and Black Gate recently housed as many criminals as the previous six months, so I think, There might be something that forces him to leave Gotham, and before he leaves, he needs to clean up the mess, at least hold on a little longer, before he returns. But what's going to get him out of this fucking place?"

Jack laughed: "I guess it's the life and death of the most important family members."