[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Batman once told me,? You think you're an ordinary person." Jason looked into his eyes, as if staring into an endless abyss. In the nothingness, he saw his own reflection,? Damn empty,? Jack and the clown The eyes are as empty, "You ignore the scarecrow's poison gas,? You can make an antidote to the fear gas,? Shoot Bane at a long distance, guess the true identity of Batman,? Then you say you are an ordinary person ?”

"I'm just a little capable."

"I dare say 99% of the snipers in Gotham can't do what you do,? You say it's 'something'?"

Jack was about to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden bell.He made a gesture: "It's time to take the medicine, so please, our little red bird,? Bring the medicine bottle here—and pour another cup of hot cocoa?"

Jason was interrupted by him, choked for a while, and then got up resentfully to get the medicine bottle.Jack was wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles, and the other end was firmly locked on the ground by an iron chain, so he couldn't leave the chair in the reception room.One size fits all,? Even if he doesn't like Jack, he can't stop giving Jack medicine.

He poured a glass of milk, and a man's voice came from behind: "Please add some honey."

Jason did as he did, Jack looked it up a few times, and said, "Not enough, add more."

Jason couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't push yourself!"

Jack shrugged. "I wanted to tell you more about the roadkill."

"what do you know?"

Jack answered the question: "More honey,? Little Red Bird."

Jason took a deep breath,? He told himself to calm down,? Jack didn't do anything bad now,? He didn't have the power to enforce the law. It's not justice to beat Jack up here.He handed the milk and the medicine bottle to Jack, who took a sip and said with a little disgust: "Barely okay. With all due respect, little Robin Bird, you are not qualified to inherit the taste of old Bat's cape—Okay, now give me a computer, the kind that can connect to the Internet, and I'll tell you where I got the road killer's business card."

After this matter is over, we must find a chance to beat him up—no, twice.Jason thought.

Gordon got the news, walked in with an old laptop after washing his hands, and put the computer in front of Jack. Jack calmly grabbed a handful of pills and swallowed them with milk.These pills have a disgustingly bitter taste, and when swallowed, they rub against the throat like a few pieces of sandpaper, causing a rough sting.

After doing all this, he raised his head and drank the whole glass of milk, then opened the computer browser, entered a website address on the blank page, and pressed Enter.Jason and Gordon stood behind him, looking at the flashing computer screen. Jack jumped to several blank webpages, which looked empty, but in fact there were white text links hidden, but the color was completely different from the background. Blended into one, extremely difficult to find.Jack right-clicked to select all, and clicked the displayed text.After jumping three or four times, the refreshed web page displayed the logo of the Cool Shack Masonic Society: a sacrificial platform similar to the Mayan civilization, the highest point is the eyes framed by a triangle, and the back of the glasses is shining brightly. The only difference from the Freemasons is that this eye has no white, and there is darkness in the eye socket.

This is an obvious religious symbol. In traditional Western culture, the eyes are pure black without pupils, which is a typical characteristic of demons.

Jack clicked on the highest eye with the mouse, the page darkened, and a rectangular input box popped up.

"what is this?"

"A secret anonymous forum that worships lunatics. You need an old user's invitation code to log in." Jack replied while manually entering the password, and the page was refreshed again. The pizza was evenly cut into many pieces, Jason recognized the business cards of many acquaintances, the clown, the double-faced man, the penguin, the poison ivy... Their totems were cut off and put together into this round shape overall.When the mouse moved over it, the totem went dark, and a line of Gothic English appeared: Arkham.

Jason's brows were tightly frowned, obviously he didn't understand why some people worshiped lunatics.

In fact, Jack didn't understand either. He used to like clowns because Ye Gong loved dragons. At that time, clowns were paper people, and they didn't do any bad things to real people.If the clown rushes out of the book, it will be an enhanced version of the terrorist leader, ten times more terrifying than bin Laden. Knowing that the clown is alive, he will definitely hold his wife, carry the child on his back, carry the train with a cane and a urinal all night Running into the second Usain Bolt.This kind of madman is attractive only when he appreciates it through another dimension.He likes lunatics, but he definitely doesn't want lunatics to post with me.

Gordon was speechless: "It seems that we have to control those random novels."

"Road Killer is a user of this forum?" Jason said.

Jack is flipping through forum posts.The posts on the forum are weird, with all kinds of titles. Someone uploaded a record of a niche underground band. The lyrics were about a rape and murder ten years ago; Resisting the urge to reply, "It's okay for you to be antisocial, you just have a kidney problem, go to the hospital to see it"; some people share the corpses of small animals they tortured and killed, and the larger the animals, the more replies they get; After posting the formulas of the clown laughing gas and fear gas that he speculated, Jack took a careful look, and they were basically wrong...

There is no search bar, and all posts are browsed manually. Jack said while flipping through, "This forum does not have a user database. When someone logs in, the server will record the ip and randomly generate a digital code. Everyone speaks directly against the code. If The server detects that an ip has not logged in for too long, it will automatically log out the code used by this ip, and delete all speeches under this ip, and all data will not be saved. If the person who is logged out still wants to log in, just Need a new invitation code - found it, look at this."

Jason glanced at him: "How do you know this?"

Surprise box opened.

Jack was thinking, sometimes the surprise box will open a gray item, he opened a copy of "Gotham Fun Stories" last time, he read that book and realized that there is still a forum that worships lunatics, of course he also knows Two-faced man grinds his teeth in sleep, knows that Gordon has several secret places to hide cigarettes, knows that Bruce Wayne's house does not have a complete set of more than 5 cups, knows what Jason Todd made of his favorite gargoyle Name... After reading this, he knew why this book was a gray item. Who would be interested in the trivial stories of Gotham characters.

"I have some fans, you know, they write me letters, and this link is on those letters." Jack responded.

As absurd as it may sound, the Joker has quite a few ardent fans.And this number is still quite a lot.Jack received letters from admirers almost every day, but he stopped reading after only reading a few of them. Some letters were just sweet words to the extreme, and some were accompanied by some unsightly photos... such as exposed body parts.Faced with this kind of exhibitionist sexual harassment on paper, Jack can only lament that as long as the clown is brave enough to take maternity leave, they are really not afraid that the clown will come and make him laugh one day.Gotham is worthy of being a metropolis with a population of 2000 million, and it really has all kinds of weird psychopaths.

Instead of answering directly, he opened a post and pointed to its title.

Jason narrowed his eyes. This post was posted half a year ago:

《发帖者：798980》?5月2日?08:01

I suddenly had a great idea, let's meet up

So far, our great forum has been established for 2 years

We got together because of the same hobbies. In the past two years, I have met many good friends, and everyone is a familiar face.

How about we have a offline rally, I got a good batch, everyone who attends the rally will get a two-faced coin and a fake clown business card

Remember this is a batch of memorabilia that I personally risked my life to make and would be pissed off if they knew someone had faked their iconic items

All attendees are asked to keep confidential

Assembly time: May 5?5:13

Meeting location: Room 4, 4021th floor, Gotham City Center Hotel

Looking forward to meeting all of you!

"It was the initiator of this rally who forged the clown's business card. He was very courageous. The last unlucky guy who committed a crime under the fake clown's name was hanged by the clown on the highest point of Wayn Tower to dry for two days, and the whole Gotham saw it It's gone." Jack picked up the blood-stained playing card with tweezers, and shook it in front of Jason and Gordon, "He should work in a printing factory. In Gotham, you can find a printing factory that uses coated paper of the same material as business cards. not much."

"No, there's one thing that doesn't make sense. If the 'Road Killer' actually attended the rally, there's a new problem: each participant can only get one, but the 'Ripper' has already killed three people, Every corpse has this kind of card on it." Jason said, "Could it be that 'Road Killer' is the initiator of the rally?"

Gordon shook his head: "It's unlikely, the crime of 'Road Killer' was completely premeditated, we suspect that he started planning a long time ago, and may even have a criminal record, he knew that the clown's business card left at the scene would be a clue. He has a strong anti-investigation awareness, and there is no need to hold a rally to let others know that he has a clown’s business card. This kind of website is not difficult to break through, and once traced to the source, he will directly expose himself.”

"I'm more curious about the meaning of his business card on the scene." Jack looked at the photos on the file, each business card was placed on the chest of the corpse, "The road killer put the business card on the chest, what is the significance of this move?" ?”

Jason was expressionless: "It's not difficult to guess. The murderer is paying tribute to you. Maybe she sees you as a senior, or an idol, or a leader. He sees killing as a way to win your approval, or to provoke you. I think you are not as cruel as him. In short, you mean a lot to him. Murderers are cowardly perverts, and they must have some spiritual sustenance. Only by finding something to strengthen their courage can they kill with confidence."

"I'm not a clown and this is not my business card."

"Keep lying, you're about to confuse me." Jason said coldly.

Everyone else has said so, and Jack is too lazy to put his face on his cold ass.So he turned his head and said lazily to Gordon: "I have already proved to you that the business card has nothing to do with me, so this case is nothing to do with me, right? Then open the door and let me go back. There is still half an hour for dinner."

Gordon greeted the guards, who escorted Jack out of the reception room.Looking at the back of Jack going away, he muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with the world, the bad guys live better than us."

"This is the price you have to pay for justice, Gordon." Jason looked at the file. "Sometimes you have to sacrifice the time to reunite with your loved ones, so that someone else can have a safe dinner with their loved ones."

"Now I kind of regret dying for justice."

"Really?" Jason glanced at him.

Gordon blew a smoke ring: "Fake."