[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Too sweet."

Jack scooped up a glass from a jar of Clown Toxin, poured it into his mouth, and savored for a moment: "I'm afraid this jar of toxin has expired for a while."

Jason, who was wearing a thick gas mask behind him, saw his expression as if drinking sugar water: "..."

After dispelling the trick/thunder, they found a freezer filled with liquid nitrogen in the trunk of the car. The freezer contained the liquid clown toxin, which was about the size of a can of powdered milk.When the can was opened, it was a bright green color. For a moment, Jason had the illusion that it was not liquid toxin, but glowing nuclear waste. Not enough, there was not much difference between the two, at least not much difference in toxicity.This small jar of clown toxin is enough to poison half of the people in a small town. Once the toxin flows into the underground river and causes water pollution, the negative impact will be far-reaching and even incalculable.That's why the Joker is enjoying the nuclear reactor treatment in Arkham,? Because he really has the ability to produce super high-radiation nuclear waste.

Jason was hurriedly putting on his gas mask. He turned around and saw Jack sitting on the ground. He scooped up a small glass as if tasting wine, and even smacked his lips in a very leisurely manner.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death?" Jason couldn't help but ask.

Jack glanced at him strangely: "What are you talking about? Have you ever seen a poisonous snake being poisoned by itself?"

Well, in fact, Jason shouldn't be so surprised. He knew that Jack was immune to the clown virus,? But he didn't expect to be immune to this,? It's okay to just drink it.

"Can you just drink them all? It's really troublesome to formulate a sustained release."

"If it only has as many cans as there are cans of Coke, it's really the easiest and cheapest way. I don't mind doing my best, but at best I'll go back with my mouth shut and no hiccups." Jack said, "But I can not Toxicity is considered, but the problem of electrolyte imbalance in the human body must be considered. Such a large can is fine."

Jason, wearing a gas mask, ?steps over Jack, ?to the Batmobile.He is going to get the nano-scale special sealing device on the Batmobile,? This device was invented by Batman to deal with the clown toxin and fear gas,? This device has good airtightness and maintains the interior at a low temperature and high pressure state, The poisonous gas is liquefied and stored stably for more than [-] hours.It just looks a bit like a rice cooker.

Well, not only does it look like it, but it also looks like it in use, Jason turned on the clown mode, placed the can of clown toxin, looked back at Jack bending over to pick up something on the ground, and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing? "

"Look." Jack waved the thing in his hand to him, "The best thing in the world, a toy that every boy should have—thunder/pipe."

Jason took those detonators/tubes, but found that the starting point was extremely light. These detonators/tubes only had shells left, and there was no filling at all inside.It is not surprising to find a bomb in the mine. Perhaps the road killer wanted to use the bomb with only an empty shell to fake the scene of the explosion, so as to cover up the bomb/mine placed on the car door.

By the way, trick/thunder.

Jason asked, "Where did you put that cunning/thunder?"

"After some simple harmless treatment, it's all right." Jack replied casually, and at the same time grabbed a handful of empty shell guns and put them in his pocket. "Are you still looking for the road killer?"

"want."

"For whom, those pedophile scum?"

Jason pursed his lips tightly: "For the children who were chopped up."

Jack laughed, seeming satisfied with the answer.Under Jason's gaze, he buttoned his coat and threw away the old password music box.He is always very contradictory. He asked Jason to bring this toy just now, and held it in his hand as if he cherished it. Now he just treats it like garbage and throws it on the ground without even looking at it.He propped up the straight-bone black umbrella again, looking like a black crow, or a silent mourner: "Come on, let's go to Valentina's father."

Stephen Anderson.Valentina Anderson's biological father.

on file.Stephen passed away in June this year. The cause of death was liver cancer caused by years of alcoholism.

Jason used the bat computer to drop out of Stephen's file. He is a brave soldier of the US Army who has participated in many foreign wars, and it can be said that he has made many achievements.But not long after, the cruelty of the war quickly traumatized him, and he suffered from severe shell neurosis, which quickly evolved into mania and disorder. When he went to the military court, the psychiatric appraisal issued by the military doctor saved him from prison, but he had to take off his shirt and return to his hometown.

After returning to his hometown, he worked as a policeman, married a French teacher a year later, and gave birth to a daughter the following year.The female teacher died of amniotic fluid embolism during childbirth.

The police are paid very little, and Stephen has to eat cards and use the police car to do some dirty work of smuggling.He never remarried. After his daughter ran away from home, he lived alone for nearly 20 years and finally died of liver cancer.Because he was the only one living in the house where he lived, and none of his colleagues cared about his absence, his body was finally discovered nearly a month after his death.

The two of Jason drove to the house where Stephen lived—at least the one on file.

The house is very short and old. It has been lived in for more than 30 years and has not been repaired for half a year. The bluestone bricks and tiles are covered with weeds, and the low walls around the yard are crumbling.Jason hopped over like a bird and opened the small backyard gate for Jack.

A pretty boy, a nice bird, Jack commented in his heart, he wanted to train an assistant of his own for a moment, but when he thought of the time and effort it would take to train a young child like this, the idea only flashed for a moment. quickly went out.

They searched around the house, trying to find the scene of the prison and murder of the prostitutes, but found nothing, so they started looking for a secret door, like the dark room in the doctor's house.But the situation is still the same. They failed. This is just an ordinary house. There is no mystery from the building materials to the configuration of the rooms. The only special thing is probably the thick dust on the furniture.

"Did we guess wrong?" Jason stood in the yard panting.

Jack didn't speak.There is a small yard at the back of this house. The land is an open flat land without a well. He turned around like a trapped animal, observing the color of the weeds on the ground and the state of the soil. Suddenly he was in a corner of the yard. Standing still, he jumped up like a child and stepped hard on the ground he was stepping on. Immediately after he laughed, he pointed to his feet while talking to Jason: "Bring a shovel."

"what have you found?"

"It's just rained and it's wet everywhere, but the humidity here is heavier than other places, and I guess there's something down there."

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, they picked up the folding shovel and started digging. Jason quickly understood what Jack meant by "something". The void is filled.He first made the skeleton with intersecting grid steel bars, and then spread several layers of plastic sheets on the steel bars, and then spread fine gravel on the plastic sheets, and the top layer was the soil they saw.After the rain, the rainwater that falls on the land will sink in the soil, flow into the underground channel, and complete the water cycle from the atmosphere to the land, but here, the water is blocked by the plastic sheet and has to be accumulated on the plastic sheet, so the moisture is heavier than elsewhere.

This bunker looks like it has been laid out for a while, and lush weeds grow stubbornly on this thin layer of soil. They cover up its differences, but also expose it-there is too much water accumulated in the soil, the grass roots Soaked in water all year round, the color of the leaves and meridians are slightly different.

After only a few digs, Jason figured out what the hole was. It was circular—it was a buried well.

After the mouth of the well was exposed, he grabbed a stone and threw it down, and soon there was the sound of something heavy falling into the water. This was not a dry well, there was still water at the bottom of the well.

"Next?" He turned to look at Jack.

Jack muttered dissatisfiedly: "You have stopped thinking, just wait for me to give you the correct answer?"

"I don't see anything shameful in asking smart people for help."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take you into the ditch? I'm a murderous villain." While talking, Jack rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, stretched out his bare arms, and felt for a while at the mouth of the well: "Yes Upwind. But very weak, there is a passage below, probably blocked, only a little gap."

Jason took out the rope hook gun, tied one end firmly to a heavy stone lion not far away, and wrapped the other end around his waist, avoiding the sharp edges and corners of the cut steel bars, and stepped slowly and cautiously on the wall of the well like a climber sink.The mouth of the well is small, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, presenting an irregular conical shape. The walls of the well are covered with wet, sticky and slippery moss, and there is nowhere to exert force when stepping on it.It didn't take long for Jason to slide down, and he felt a stuffy and damp smell. It seemed that the well hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and the well water was stagnant, so the smell had long since died.

"I'm not as hypocritical as you think, Jack." When his figure completely disappeared in front of Jack at the mouth of the well, Jason's voice came along the communicator, "I know who is helping me, you are just playing tricks, You are not evil."

Jack froze for a moment, then turned on the communicator next to his ear: "This is the first time you've called me that."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Jason said while observing the walls of the well around him, and soon found an abnormality: a wall of the well was lighter in color, and there was much less moss growing on the wall of the well. Obviously the pretender has tried his best, but the effect is not satisfactory.He smeared small gel bombs on the light-coloured wall of the well and rose some distance, ready to detonate.

"Actually, I don't mind, let's be each other."

Jason took a deep breath so that he wouldn't be so ashamed when he said this: "If Father Johnson among the three road killers didn't kill innocent children, is there any way you can... help him get away with it?"

"Why?" Jack wasn't surprised at all, as if he knew he would ask this question.

"According to the information given to me by Bat Computer, Father Johnson has been running for the victims for many years, and he actually organized the Childhood Return Organization. He also founded the 'Chaoyang Foundation' to raise funds from the society to support those girls who are out of school, Once he is charged with murder, no matter what the reason, the 'Rising Sun Foundation' will be discredited and may have to be disbanded." Jason sighed.

Jack replied ambiguously: "If the Rising Sun Foundation is disbanded, the girls it sponsored will be taken over by the Wayne Group. Batman will do that."

Jason sighed again: "Jack, there is only one Wayne Group in Gotham City."

Jack was silent. Yes, there is only one Wayne Group in Gotham City, only one Bruce Wayne, and only one Batman.

As he said, Batman alone can't save everyone.

No matter how hard a torch burns itself, it can't illuminate the whole world. Only when thousands of people hold the torch high can the world win real light.All Batman has done is not so much to save the city as to give Gotham hope.He fought bloody and shouted loudly, just to wake up the sleeping people.The night before sunrise is long, and in this dark and icy wasteland, every flame of kindness before dawn is precious, and what Jason wants to do is to protect this flame that will never go out.

"Jason, what to do, in fact, you already understood, that's why you dared to tell me after you went down the well." Jack's voice was very vague, and Jason could imagine him sighing on the other end of the communicator: " If you want to exonerate that reporter, you just need to push it on me."