[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

After Valentina gradually calmed down, Jason and Gordon began to cautiously ask her about her business card.

"I asked my husband to print that stack of business cards for me." Valentina recalled, "At that time, he was very afraid that a madman would come to the door, and he had a fight with me because of it,? Scared the child."

"Did everyone at the rally have it?"

"Yes,? I held a rally, but there were not as many people as I expected,? I sent them each a copy,? In the end there was a big pile left. I brought the rest back At that time, there were a lot of people coming and going, my father came,? Friends also came. Later, my husband and I moved once,? From the East Side of Gotham City to the West Street,? At that time, I was in a hurry and lost it. Missing things? When was the business card? Who took it, I don’t know.” Valentina took a puff on her cigarette.

"Father?"

"Yes, father. He was very poor. He came to me probably because he wanted me to support him. I was moving at that time. When I saw him below, I poured a basin of water. He didn't get anything and wandered around. He left after a few days, and I heard he died in Yangktown later. He deserved it."

Director Gordon considered his words carefully, so as not to expose Valentina's old wounds: "Are those three people who hurt you... fetishes/pedophilias?"

"No,? There are several more. I will give you the list later,? Some people are still alive. The group of people killed by the 'Road Killer',? There are people who have been wanted and fled for a long time. I don't know where they are, and I don't know if they are dead or alive."

"Have you ever been with a victim like you back then?"

"Yes, a lot. We call ourselves 'Childhood Restitution' and try to bring back our childhood legally. We've contacted some of the victims to gather evidence against the beasts, but nothing's going on... you know. Time The past is too long. Many parties are no longer alive, and more people do not want to face the past. Several times we came to the door and hoped that the witness from the past would testify with us, but he refused to receive us, thinking that the past has passed. We now To disturb him is to hinder his life..." Valentina sighed a long time, and then shed a few tears, "Actually, I can understand them, and I really want this matter to pass away, but many times, I Saying to myself, 'Let it go', but I'm still thinking, 'Why am I suffering this'? I'll never let it go."

Jason silently poured her a cup of hot tea, he was really not good at comforting the opposite sex.

"Actually, it is a 'childhood return organization', rather than a gathering of several people. It has been established for three years, but nothing can be done, and the number of people is getting smaller and smaller. Over the years, there are only four or five people left. I I will give you a list of the people I used to communicate with at that time. Although it is not very good to say this, I will not be surprised that each of them kills, really, we all hate them too much, but we have nothing to do with them. " Valentina covered her face and sobbed softly, and it took her a long time to calm down.With tears on her face, she turned her head and said to Jason, "Do you know anyone from the Wayne Group? Take me to say thank you...I really, really appreciate them..."

Watching the woman's back disappear into the corridor of the police station, Jason sighed.I thought it was an ordinary serial murder, but I didn't expect that there was a child lover case 20 years ago hidden behind it.Everything that Valentina told was too heavy for all the adults present to bear.So when Valentina left, he breathed a sigh of relief almost unconsciously, and was immediately ashamed of his unconscious behavior for not being able to share Valentina's pain.

"Would you understand if I said I didn't want to investigate this case?" Jason folded his arms, and he was telling the truth.In his heart, he felt that fetish/pedophilia deserved death.

Gordon took a drag on his cigarette: "Really?"

Jason shrugged: "Fake."

He didn't pursue this case because of those lovers/pedophiles.The point now is not the road killer, but the clown toxin in the opponent's hand.Clowns used to make clown toxins in large batches to save trouble, hide them, and take them out when needed.These clown toxins have not been professionally sealed, once leaked, it will bring disaster to a large number of innocent citizens.He and Batman have dealt with this kind of thing before. The leaked clown toxin polluted the water source, and the residents near the water source all had poisoning reactions of varying degrees.Fortunately, it was discovered early, and no one was too deeply poisoned, but those residents still took the antidote for half a month, as well as the free calcium tablets provided by the Wayne Group.

Judging from the death conditions of the three victims, the clown's laughing gas held by the road killer is of amazing quality. He must find these green toxins and put in a slow-release agent specially designed for Batman to make them harmless.

But what gave Jason a headache was that there was more than one kind of clown virus. Currently, clowns use 8 kinds of toxins, each of which has a corresponding slow-release agent.

"Well, the analysis results of the bat computer are here." Jason said while pressing the communicator next to his ear. Not long ago, he input the chemical substances left on the corpse into the bat computer, and used the bat computer to screen a mess The data, and the results are now hearing bad news: "This isn't any of the toxins it used to be."

Gordon lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up: "New clown toxin? I'm not surprised at all."

"How long does it take to configure a new slow-release agent?" Jason clicked on the communicator and sent the question to the bat computer.

A stiff mechanical voice came from the communicator: "855 hours."

35 days……

Jason pressed his temple with a headache. He has been busy investigating the road killer these days and hasn't slept well.

It would be great if Barbara and Batman were here. If only the two of them were here, it would only take a dozen hours to crack the clown toxin instead of more than 30 days. This is the problem with the bat computer. It does not have human intelligence and thinking. Once the manual input formula is lost, it can only use the most stupid way to calculate, which is simply brute force.

Batman is not in Gotham City, and Barbara went abroad to study half a year ago.And he is least good at biological and chemical problems.

"Have you told Batman about this case?"

"No. Let him rest for a while."

"This matter is related to the Joker, I suggest you contact Batman."

"I can handle it."

"No, you have been in contact with other lunatics, but you have not been in contact with the Joker, Batman is afraid that it will be bad for you to contact him too early, especially when you are both mentally and physically immature, and the negative impact he will have on you It could be pretty scary." Gordon took a deep puff on his cigarette, "It hurts to say that... but let Batman talk to him. He's a demon, and you're not good enough to handle him. "

"I don't think there's anything scary about him, and he doesn't affect me."

Gordon sighed, didn't try to persuade him any more, just stubbed out the cigarette.Jason jumped off the roof of the police station, swung a few semicircles in mid-air like a spider, and landed on the Batmobile.The inside of the Batmobile was completely dark, only the display screen and the operation console were brightly lit. The distance between the seat and the steering wheel in the car was obviously used by grown men. He, a young boy sitting in the driver's seat, seemed more or less empty , out of place.But Jason didn't debug.He hoped Batman wouldn't bother with that when he came back.

He sat for a while, unlocked the Batcomputer with his fingerprints, and the headlights on the head of the Batmobile lit up, reflecting the drizzle falling in the air.Gotham is brightly lit at night, the rich clothes and shadows of the upper class and the tattered clothes of the slums complement each other, and the lights of thousands of families connected in turn are more brilliant than the starry sky above their heads.Jason looked up, and the buildings lined up looked like towering tombstones, while the clouds in the sky were the silk ribbons on the tombstones, and he was the ant under the towering tombstones.

autumn.Autumn in Gotham.

Jason Todd hates Gotham in the fall because he thinks about his parents when Batman isn't around.

He took a deep breath and pressed the contact button next to the bright display screen. After a brief busy tone, a familiar man's voice came from the communicator, calling: "Jason?"

"How's Ah Fu's illness?" Jason said while stepping on the gas pedal.

"It's too bad, Bane is too aggressive, Alfre might..." Bruce's voice became lower and lower, and Jason could imagine him shaking his head on the other side of the communicator, "Forget it, how is Gotham? "

"No problem, you cleaned up the lunatics and criminals before you left, and now they are as quiet as lambs that just fell to the ground." Jason smiled, "Nothing happened in Gotham, but there are one or two robbers .Now I'm done with my night watch and on my way back."

"Sorry, Jason."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You'll hand over the cloak to me sooner or later. Let's just treat it as an earlier experience. And..." Jason licked his lips, "Take a good rest, Bruce."

after an hour.Arkham Asylum reception room.

"I doubt now whether I am the most terrifying criminal in Gotham or the president of the United States. Otherwise, why would I have to get up in the middle of the night to receive guests." Jack looked up at the ceiling, shaking the heavy chain handcuffs, and the sound of metal rubbing It was extremely piercing, "You really know how to pick a day, today's supper is chocolate donuts."

"You eat messy sweets every day, but the medical examination report says that you have lost a few pounds. Who knows what kind of tricks you are playing." Jason said while holding out a plate of donuts, which he just got from Arkham from the cafeteria.Then he tossed him a few pieces of clothing, and Jack took them, only to find that they were the Moriarty suits he had picked up not long ago.

Jack frowned: "Are you going to let me out?"