[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Is this the medicine room?"

It was completely different from what Jason had imagined. The thick walls occupied most of the space, and the room that was finally reserved was very small.In this long and narrow dark room with coffin boards, there are several cabinets full of medicines. In the deepest part is a wooden table with experimental supplies. The kraft paper is full of beautiful cursive English, the pen is randomly inserted in the ink bottle, and the nib has a beautiful rose gold color.

Jason looked around in those beakers, test tubes, dry pots, and distillation tubes, trying to find evidence that Mr. Milton made the clown gas, but there was no,? All the experimental supplies were washed clean, and he had to turn his head. Looking at the person who knows the clown toxin best in the world, he said, "Is Mr. Milton preparing the clown toxin here?"

Jack didn't answer immediately, he bit the flashlight in his mouth, and checked the labels on the colorful medicine bottles one by one. Those complicated and fancy chemical equations were no different from heavenly books in Jason's eyes, but he understood them.After looking through most of the medicines,? He started to pick up those old handwritten notes,? These notes seemed to have been placed for some years, and the edges and corners were brittle.Finally, under Jason's gaze, he shook his head: "No, only a fool would use clown gas in such a narrow confined space? He just dispensed some illegal drugs."

Jason's brows slowly tightened: "Is it drugs?"

"No, it's just medicines. Many of these medicines are used to treat cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and cancer. There are also painkillers containing pethidine. These medicines are illegally produced without a business license. According to the severity of the harm , The sentencing ranges from eight to 15 years. But I can’t judge whether the medicine has been made or not, it needs to be handed over to the bat computer for special physical and chemical analysis.” Jack said, “I think our Mr. Milton should sell it in private Profit from illegal drugs, but he didn't kill people, at least not here."

"Cardiovascular and cerebrovascular and cancer..." Jason thought for a while, and after Jack came out of the dark room, he closed the door tightly, restored the mechanism, and then left Milton's mansion with Jack, "Why are Milton and Johnson both Is it a coincidence that there is gray income? Besides, Mr. Milton’s family has a big business, and it doesn’t look like he is short of money, so why did he go out to sell medicine?”

"I guess someone was monitoring his money flow, so he didn't dare to make big moves for fear of scaring the snake."

"Are Milton and Johnson transfusing blood for something?" Jason frowned. "The so-called 'road killer' is a killer hired by Milton and Johnson?"

Jack was speechless: "Did Batman let you confront Deathstroke?"

"Uh... yes."

"Death knell is a mercenary who only cares about money. As long as you give enough money, he can kill those fetishes/pedophiles for five hundred dollars until the last one. The torture method of the road killer is too amateurish, no matter how you look at it Looks like a professional." Jack tutted twice and shook his head, like a teacher watching a poor student, "And it doesn't explain why the road killer used clown gas and left a clown business card at the scene."

Jason thought to himself, what's so proud of you, you consider yourself a professional, and torture others is still a skill?

But he didn't say it, he said, "You already know the meaning of the clown's business card?"

"The new Batman plush from the Wayne Group." Jack licked the corner of his mouth, "I want the blue limited edition that was sold last June."

Jason endured it: "Go back and buy it for you, just tell me what you have to say."

"Remember the door god posted on the door of Mr. Milton's house? Orientals use the portraits of vicious generals to ward off evil. This small town has a strong religious atmosphere. Maybe the clown's business card itself also represents 'repression'. Whether the dead deserve to die or not, they need something to comfort their souls." Jack once saw a report in the newspaper that there was a building in Gotham, and the surrounding residents said It's haunted.Then one night, Batman squatted on the gargoyle in that building for a while, and was witnessed, and no one ever said that the house was haunted.People said that Batman suppressed the ghosts there, "but I think there is a deeper meaning, the business card is to pay tribute to someone."

"you?"

"No, not me, but Valentina, if I guess right."

"Salute to Valentina..." Jason suddenly stopped on the gargoyle. He and Jack jumped very high while talking. They stood on the tallest signal tower in the town of Yank, and the bird embraced the whole town. .Under the washed moonlight, the sleeping town is like a dark velvet blanket, and the long streets that form one piece are flickering with sporadic lights, like a few stars that accidentally fell into the world. Gotham is a completely different quiet town, slowly saying: "Well..."

"Huh?" Jack smiled.

"I was at the homes of Milton and Johnson, and I saw wells..." Jason pondered for a while, "Did you bring a map?"

Jack took out a paper map from his arms and handed it to him.

Jason took a bird's-eye view of the entire town, drew the locations of several wells on the map with a pen, and finally connected these points to form an isosceles triangle.The bright red triangle hovered hotly over the town, like a malevolent ghost, and like the blood of those children shed all those years ago.

"triangle……"

Suddenly, the communicator in Jason's pocket rang. He and Jack glanced at each other, and each pressed the small communicator next to their ears. After a few harsh and short electronic rustling sounds, Ge Hearing the director's voice, Jason could imagine how he was woken up in the middle of the night, and now he was shaking his head and sighing on the other end of the phone: "Robin, bad news. We found the body left by the road killer again."

"Oh, which child/pedophile is it?" Jason lacked interest, he was really not interested in bringing justice to the child/pedophile.

"No." Commissioner Gordon seemed to take a puff of cigarette, "It's the child's body."

Jason was stunned: "Child?"

"A pedophile child who was wanted and fled in fear of crime, only... 13 years old, the road killer failed to find his father, so he attacked him. The time of death should be around 6 o'clock yesterday. We We are investigating the vehicles that passed the body dumping site during this time."

"Son... how's the situation?" Jason said with difficulty. He and Jack had breakfast in a fast food restaurant at 6 o'clock yesterday afternoon. They visited Mr. Milton half an hour later, when the white car was quiet It was parked in the courtyard. When he was walking in the courtyard, he touched the exhaust pipe of the car carefully. It was cold, so the car had not been driven in a while.He was wrong. The vehicle used by the road killer to throw his body did not belong to Mr. Milton, but someone else.

Director Gordon sighed, and just a few words fell into Jason's heart like a lead block: "It was chopped up."

Jason's heart sank heavily, like a stubborn stone falling into the bottom of the sea.Damn it, at this moment, what he thought of was the words of that green-haired lunatic, he must have seen something, but he didn't care, and let the road killer attack the innocent child.He just pretends to be mysterious, and whenever he speaks, he looks like a prophet who knows the future: "—Sometimes, justice is to prevent oneself from revenge."

"You know something, don't you?" Jason pressed against Jack. This man dressed like a crown prince still wore a smile like a plaster mask, but there was only a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow under that smile, and those eyes Like a snake hiding in the dark: "You know it, but you don't say anything! You play silly games with me, let me hold your goddamn monkey toy with a snare, you just don't have time...you Obviously you can save him just by opening your mouth, that child..."

"Calm down, Jason." Jack opened his mouth and let out a loud laugh.The rapid air flow was like a sharp and piercing whistle, "I was in Arkham Asylum when this child was taken away. I didn't know who the road killer was. I didn't know that he kidnapped a child. We were having dinner when the body was dumped, and you can't expect me to know who the road killer is the moment I see Yangktown. In fact, I only just figured it out."

"just?"

"Yes, when you drew this triangle, I saw a ghost, hovering over the town of Yankee, a ghost named 'Road Killer'..." Jack was suddenly excited, and he pressed the communicator next to his ear , he adjusted the communicator to Director Gordon’s channel, and said with a strange smile: “Hi, Mr. Gordon, it’s me, your old friend and new friend! Now I am Robin’s special police officer who guards the city , I want to ask you a few questions!"

Hearing this tone and voice, Gordon felt that he almost had a heart attack, but he managed to calm himself down: "What do you want to ask?"

"Before you investigated Valentina, did any residents of Yangktown come to report that those scumbags who love children are missing?"

"No." Director Gordon replied. They searched the entire Gotham and several towns around the dumping site in order to find the road killer, but they had no clue.Before the appearance of Batman, the management of Gotham City was chaotic and bureaucratic. Various documents, files, and files were misappropriated, damaged, discarded, and forged at will. People have no ID.The deceased was thought to be an unidentified person, but unexpectedly, under the identification of Valentina, the police discovered that the deceased had been a prominent figure. Why there was no report after the disappearance was also a doubt.

"You call witnesses to road killers in surrounding towns, trying to find who saw him or witnessed the car he was driving, and you have no clues, right?"

"Correct."

"There hasn't been any vehicle theft in Yangke town in the past six months, right?"

"Yes..." Gordon pondered, "What do you know?"

"No, I just found out, thank you - Director Gordon for your great help, maybe one day I can thank you wearing a straw hat, holding a gift, wearing beach shorts and holding a camera." Jack added in his heart: Then Beat your daughter to paralysis.

Jack turned off the communicator, lit a cigarette, and quietly looked at Yangktown in the depths of the night.The blue-black building carries the ancient style, and a slender river runs through the corner of the town, like a piece of silk standing still under the moonlight.It was already late at night, and the dense fog formed by the pulverized coal spewed out of the coal mine in the last century, like the veil on the skirt of a girl, once again wrapped Yangke Town after the millennium.The silent town is dormant under the silver moon, its undulating outline looks like a giant dragon, and every dragon scale on it is dripping with the blood of a child.

"Do you know who he is?" Jason stared at the depths of the town. Even though he was covered with men's sea salt perfume, he could still smell the chemical smell on the clown, like the smell of burning pine branches. It was very faint. It's not pungent or smelly, but it's full of weird offensiveness, which makes people feel like their territory has been invaded.Sometimes he felt that the clown was like an impenetrable fog, and this smell was the breath of the fog that enveloped him, and it would let everyone know that he was here, that he was here.

"Well, the truth is simpler than I imagined. Let's go, let's go to the mining area, if I guess correctly, there is the answer you want." Jack smiled and blew out a smoke ring, "Don't be too sad, little bird. If you decide to be a superhero, you have to be prepared for two things: one, you're going to die, and two, you can't save everyone."