[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"If you want to exonerate that reporter, you just need to push it on me."

"I didn't think so." Jason ducked to a higher position to avoid the shock caused by the explosion of the gel bomb, his voice came along the communicator, mixed with the rustling sound of electricity,? "You are innocent ,? At least in this matter, you are innocent,? It is not justice for you to take the blame."

"In my lifetime, I can hear someone say to the clown, 'You are innocent', forgive me for not knowing what expression to use. My sentence has been added to more than 800 years,? I will not add a few more years for this matter have a feeling."

"Bruce told me,? The law is like a river. Letting the perpetrators get away with it is equivalent to polluting the downstream, and punishing the innocent is directly polluting the water. So I won't let you take the blame,? Even if it's not good for you Does it hurt?" Jason sighed, "I'm just not worth it for them. What they did may cause them to face 25 to [-] years in prison. Although Wayne Group's lawyers can try their best to help them reduce their sentences,? But... the crime deserves death. Such a long sentence is really too heavy."

Jack didn't know what to do on the ground: "You didn't think like Batman for the first time just now, maybe you're trying to go your own way."

"Maybe there is merit in what you said. It's not easy for me to follow the path of Batman. He believes in the absolute justice of the law,? But I don't believe it." When Jason said this, he suddenly realized,? In fact, he Deep in his heart,? He has always believed that his father did not commit a crime,? His resentment towards his father,? Not as deep as he imagined, "My parents didn't die with a gun in an alley."

My parents died in an unfair court.

"Little Red Bird, it's not a good thing to make yourself suffer for someone else's creed. Batman doesn't believe in the law. If he believed in the law, he wouldn't be Batman. He believes in hope more than the law." Jack said to him The answer is not surprising. In "Red Hood and the Outlaw", it was the Penguin who framed Jason's father in prison and forced him to take the blame for himself.In the end, Jason's father died in prison, which directly led to the fragmentation of Jason's family. Later, Jason became an outlaw after his resurrection. The official position of the outlaw is an anti-hero rather than a hero. "The criminal is handed over to the judiciary because he feels that one day, the law will make a fair trial. Although not today, there is always hope. If he does become the executioner, he must admit that Gotham cannot saved."

The paradox of the hero to the government is that the existence of a hero who fights to protect the country is a damage to the credibility of the country.

"Maybe." Jason was noncommittal, and of course a few words could not shake his belief, "I just thought, after 20 years, the harm caused by those pedophiles and scum, and the delayed fair trial One that makes them more miserable?"

He lowered his head, as if he saw a faint fire on the icy wasteland, struggled and flickered a few times like a flash of light, and finally went out in the darkness.The surroundings were still dim and silent, as if the fire had never appeared.

Perhaps it had been extinguished long ago. Jason recalled Father Johnson's eyes. Those young eyes were like two balls of white ash left after burning, and could no longer find a trace of life.Both he and the law came too late, and the well-meaning priest and the enthusiastic reporter died in the long wait without seeing the dawn.What greeted the sunrise instead of him was just the empty shell he left in the world, which contained the soul of an unscrupulous murderer.What's ridiculous is that it was because of the appearance of the road killer that the love/children case 20 years ago was rediscovered.

… When I was 13 years old, I witnessed her dead body.Those who have never seen it can hardly imagine what the hanged people looked like. Their corpses were as heavy as a piece of lead, but they would sway slightly with the wind, like a bell...

Perhaps, as far as he was concerned, his sister's body was still hanging on the beams of the house for more than twenty years.

"I don't know." Jack's voice was equally low, both of them seemed afraid of waking up, "How do I know?"

Neither of them spoke anymore, Jason pressed the button to detonate the gel bomb/bomb, this gel bomb/bomb is specially made, can carry out directional explosion/detonation, and the sound of the explosion is relatively low.Jack only heard a faint rumble, like a hiccup on the ground, followed by the sound of many bricks falling into the water. Jason threw the rope to him without saying a word, and gestured for him to go down the well with him. .Jack took something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. Jason looked closely, and it was the monkey toy that could clap his hands.

The two slid down the well wall one after the other, and entered the tunnel that was opened by a gel bomb. Jack thought of the oriental tomb robbery novels for a moment, but soon found that the material and materials used in the tunnel were completely modern. Yes, his eyes narrowed slightly: "A small underground air-raid shelter during the Cold War, there is such a thing under the small town of Yankee."

Jason caressed the rough wall. There were several wrinkled cracks on the wall. The touch brought by his hands was damp: "It should have been abandoned for more than half a century, and the water seepage is serious."

Jack put his ear against the wall and listened: "I seem to hear the sound of an underground river."

"Perhaps, the coal mine in Yanke Town was abolished because of serious water seepage, which collapsed and buried more than 30 miners alive." Jason didn't say a word: In fact, according to national safety standards, the terrain of Yangke Town is not at all. It is suitable for mining, and it is illegal to establish a coal mining industry here.

The two people turned on the flashlights and walked deep along the passage. The passage is a circular vault. As Jason said, the water seepage is very serious. From time to time, you can see rainwater dripping from the ceiling, dripping on the ground, accumulating A small depression.The air-raid shelter was cold, wet and dark, with moss growing in the cracks between the bricks in the corners.There was silence, only the breathing and footsteps of the two slowly echoed.After walking for about 10 minutes, the scene in front of them suddenly opened up, and they also saw the white light from the electric lamp, like mercury splashed all over the ground.

"This kind of place is still connected to wires, and they are not afraid of water seepage and short circuit."

"The priest. He used to be an engineer and won a robot award. I guess he connected the wires." Jack said.At the same time, he took a careful look at the number of electric lights.

The two continued to walk in, turned a corner, and entered a classroom-like open area. The tiles on the walls and floor peeled off, revealing a large area of ​​dusty concrete floor with a thick layer of dust accumulated.Here, they saw a mess of torture instruments, an old operating table, several movable tables, and metal medical trays displayed under the lights. Brand new, blood-stained medical equipment was placed in a mess in the trays. Includes tweezers, gauze, bone scissors, syringe, tourniquet, scalpel, an old hand/gun.The surface of the operating table was covered with dried blood. It was obvious that the road killer cut up the corpse here, and the corner was a boiler for boiling water. dismembered.There's even a low-slung refrigerator, a pull-out bed, iron chairs and rough ropes.

Among these bloody debris, there was a man lying on the ground. He was wrapped in a sack, and his limbs were firmly bound by a belt with thin steel wires. The rope was deeply strangled into his bulging muscles.

Jason opened the sack, and a piece of electrical tape was taped to the man's mouth. When he saw someone coming, he whimpered softly. He was still alive, and he was very old, with gray hair. He recognized it with just one look. He came out and announced the man's name: "The previous mayor of Yangke Township, one of the masterminds of the love/children case."

Jason rolled his eyes, removed the tape, and the mayor burst out a series of words: "Help me, someone is going to kill me, as long as you take me out—"

Jason backhanded him, nearly breaking his front tooth.

"Hey, Jason, how can you do this to an old man who was almost killed? Is this justice?" Jack stepped forward and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, as if he was about to touch something dirty.

Jason looked at him in amazement, he couldn't understand why this incomprehensible man suddenly had a sense of justice.

"Poor old man, look at what unfortunate things you've been through, the road killer is so cruel, you see, he did this to you—" Under Jason's eyes, Jack said this hypocritically, and at the same time looked up. Picking up the foot in the pointed leather shoe, he kicked down between the old mayor's legs so hard that even Jason's teeth ached for a moment. He seemed to hear the old mayor's wailing. The voice of broken eggs said, "He actually eunuched you for revenge. It's too much, it's really too much. I really, really feel sorry for you."

Jason stopped him: "Stop, Jack, he's not doing evil now, we don't have the power to enforce the law, let alone beat the victim."

"I'm a villain, I don't care about justice." Jack snorted, "And don't tell me you don't want to beat him, this guy has harmed many girls when he was young, and now his body is still strong, and he can't die if he breaks a few bones. Next, I'm going to kick his teeth into pieces, do you want to join?"

"Our mission is to find the road killer. It's a waste of time to take revenge on him. What he did will be judged in court." Jason stepped forward, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and pressed the knuckles of the 15-year-old boy straight "So, when Batman asks, you have to cover it up for me."

"Ha! Didn't I tell you a long time ago—" Jack made an OK gesture, "—just push it on me!"

"Aren't we the comrades who kicked the crotch together?" Jack squatted next to the unconscious old mayor, smoking a cigarette while examining the corpse that was stuffed into the freezer by the road killer.

Jason was checking the blood-stained operating table: "You kicked it, okay, what does it have to do with me."

"It was obviously kicked by the road killer!" Jack argued, "Well, wait a minute, let's not talk about this, the corpse I have is a bit strange."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, the cause of death is a bit different. The previous victims were cut open with a sharp weapon and died of excessive blood loss. This corpse also has many wounds, but it doesn't look like being abused, it's more like being raped by something After being hit, the shape of this bruise is irregular, and the murder weapon looks like a stone, not an iron rod." Jack pointed to the bruise on the head of the corpse that had been frozen into a popsicle, "And there is something in this guy's pocket There are a lot of aquatic plants. Look carefully at the mud and moss rubbed off on the leather shoes, blood stains all over the fingers, and the trouser legs are also frozen. Before the road killer threw him into the freezer, his trousers and shoes and socks should be wet. Other places It did."

"Can you guess the approximate time of death?"

"It's difficult. The freezing has confused some of the characteristics of the corpse. If you want to know the exact time, you may have to do an autopsy." Jack shook his head, "What are you going to do?"

Jason walked outside the door at the other end of the open space, which was close to an arched corridor. He suddenly moved his ears, and a faint sound from the other end of the corridor entered his ears. It was a very slight rustling sound. , as if someone walked by, the alarm bells in his heart rang.The road killer Stephen has not been found yet. He has been in suspended animation for half a year. He probably lives in this underground air-raid shelter. Maybe the movement just now has alarmed him. Jason turned his head and looked at Jack, who was crouching next to his bloody teeth, carefully examining the corpse. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you need to worry about protecting yourself, so he said casually: "You don't move here, I'll go over there and have a look."

Jason didn't wait for his answer, he lowered his body and walked over quietly, but he didn't find anything. The other end of the corridor was an L-shaped corner, and there was only a short and narrow dead end.The opposite party in the alley is full of old sundries, some rotten wood and rusty ironware, covered with an oilcloth, covered with thick dust, and black spots can be seen everywhere. Rat feces, the sound just now might be made by rats crawling.He frowned, checked around for a while, and made sure that the walls were solid, without any traps or secret doors.It seemed that the voice he heard was indeed an illusion, no one was here.

He suddenly felt wrong—he hadn't heard Jack's voice on the communicator since just now, and he didn't play with his cleverness, nor did he tell his jokes in a sly way.

Jason hurriedly retreated to the open space just now, and the ominous premonition in his heart was fulfilled. There was only the old mayor in a coma on the open space. The electric light flickered slightly, casting a dark shadow, and Jack disappeared without a trace.