Schiller strode into Jonathan's room, looked at Jonathan seriously and said: "The nurse said that you are irritable and have a tendency to hurt others. What's going on? Haven't they already ordered a newspaper for you?
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Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the center of the room, looking very anxious. As soon as Schiller took a step closer, he seemed a little wary, but after realizing it was Schiller, he relaxed a little and said, "I'm really fed up!!
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"A country bumpkin who came out of nowhere dares to challenge me?! Just wait, sooner or later I will let him know that his three-legged cat skills are not worth mentioning in my opinion!"
"What's wrong?" Schiller looked at him and asked.
Jonathan said angrily: "Last night, a fool who called himself Professor V called. He said that he was the best chemist in the world, and he also said that he would definitely prove to me the path of pharmaceutical chemistry.
, there is no way to go, and they say that I am the most common kind of mediocre person on the street!"
Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Professor V, who is that?"
"Who knows? He has never been in the newspaper at all, and he must have never done any decent cases! That's why I said that he is a country bumpkin who ran away from a remote country. He has probably never read a newspaper, so he dares to speak so brazenly. It is simply ridiculous.
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"As you said, he has never been in the newspaper, so why do you have to argue with him? Moreover, he only dares to call and doesn't even dare to show up. He is just showing off with his words."
Jonathan snorted coldly and said: "Now all the cats and dogs dare to call themselves professors! No, I want to see why he dares to be so arrogant? Give me a discharge certificate, and I will go and meet him!"
"No, your current mental state is unstable. If you get any stimulation after you go out, it will ruin the reputation of the hospital."
"Okay, I know, aren't you just worried that I'll get into trouble with Batman?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my target this time is not your protégé. I have no interest in him now."
Interested, but I must make that fool who provoked me pay the price!"
Seeing Jonathan's manic state, Schiller sighed, grabbed the medical record from the side and started writing. As he wrote, he warned: "It seems that if I don't let you out of the hospital, you will escape from prison."
"However, we have to make an agreement. When you resolve your personal grudges, you won't poison the whole city, right? The water purification device in my office has not been installed yet..."
Jonathan sneered disdainfully and said: "Who does he think he is, and how much dignity does he have that can make me go to war?"
"Okay, okay, I know you are the most powerful chemist." Schiller said perfunctorily. As he spoke, he tore off the piece of paper, handed it to Jonathan, and then said: "I heard, is there any
Guys who haven't been in newspapers have entered Gotham, you'd better pay attention."
Jonathan took the certificate from Schiller and walked towards the door, saying disdainfully: "It's them who should pay attention."
After sending Jonathan away, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his office. As soon as he sat down on the chair, he heard a loud "boom".
Schiller instinctively turned his head and looked out the window, and saw a huge mushroom cloud rising on Gotham's skyline. Judging from the direction, it should be the Wayne Chemical Plant.
Less than half an hour later, Gordon carried Clown Jack to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, threw him to the ground, and said: "Thank you Broccoli, the ground of the chemical plant has been damaged and construction cannot be started.
This lunatic did not blow up the employees, he just leveled the chemical plant."
Jack lay on the ground and couldn't get up. It wasn't until Gordon left that he stood up with a smile, looked at Schiller and said, "You know what? I did a great deed!"
Before Schiller could ask, Jack began to stamp his feet and curse again. From his trivial words, Schiller figured out what was going on. The story had to start with Broccoli's invasion of Gotham.
Huge broccoli growing in the city will definitely destroy the ground, and all buildings are built on the ground. After the ground is destroyed, many buildings become dilapidated buildings and must be renovated.
However, to build a house, you need building materials, and to have building materials, you need heavy-duty trucks to transport the materials. In recent days, truck drivers have been going crazy. They basically stay up for several nights to take orders.
, Jack is no exception.
Since his little bat broke his heart last time, Jack decided to have a cold war with him. He believed that Batman would be very lonely in the days without him, and maybe he would even hide in bed and cry.
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But he can take this opportunity to earn a lot of money. When Batman comes to the slums again, he can bury Batman with banknotes.
Thinking that such a day would come, Jack was even more motivated. But just last night, while he was running all night, he suddenly bumped into something.
Many people must also know that almost all night truck drivers do not speed. Jack is particularly crazy in this regard. Not only does he overload, he also speeds. Not only does he speed, he also drives a heavy truck like a spaceship about to take off.
, the only difference from the Rockets is that he does not need to count down.
In this case, hitting something is very fatal. Jack's truck was already a bit shabby, but the thing he hit was of good quality and got rolled under the tire and jammed the tire.
The car stopped running on the spot.
Jack got out of the car and saw that he was even more furious. What he hit was a person, but to be precise, it was not a person, because it was a doll made of human limbs. The human limbs had basically no strength, but
The connecting piece was so strong that the wheel hub of Jack's truck was jammed and deformed.
Jack's temper cannot be said to be gentle and polite, it can only be said to explode at the slightest hint.
Originally, night trains were all urgent, and they were urgently needed and earned a lot of money. If the car broke down, not only would the goods not be shipped, but the owner might also be offended. Jack could not bear to think about it for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When he took a step back, the more he thought about it, the more he would suffer.
He dragged the puppet out from under the tire, reassembled the limbs that had been almost ground into mincemeat, and inspected the welded parts of the connectors.
Then, he determined that the production cycle of this kind of horror doll must be very long, which means that the person who created him must have a special base to store various spare parts.
After dawn, Jack hired a towing company to tow the truck away. But when he returned to the truck driver's base, he heard that many drivers who drove late at night had encountered such dolls. In one night, at least seven or eight
Such an accident occurs.
After Jack followed the locations mentioned by the truck drivers, he checked all the dolls and found that they had a common feature, that is, their limbs were in a relatively high degree of decay and were almost no longer usable.
Jack knew that this was probably some kind of ritual. The creator of these dolls deliberately left them on the road so that the speeding trucks could crush the dolls that had no use value into mincemeat, just like they were free.
It's like scrapping a piece of garbage.
Jack also discovered that among all the limbs, the freshest one was the brain, which meant that these dolls were conscious before being crushed.
But the connecting parts on their legs were removed, which prevented them from escaping. They could only watch helplessly as a high-speed truck drove towards them, and then they were swept under the tires and heard their own screams.
The sound of skull being crushed.
There is no doubt that this is a kind of bad taste that belongs to the murderer. Jack can imagine that the creators of the dolls must have promised their works that as long as you work hard, you can get your original body back, but when they
After devoting his life to his master, he could only be hung on the wheel of a truck and died without even a scrap left.
After analyzing the locations of these accidents and the degree of decay of all the corpses, Jack quickly deduced that the base of the doll maker was the famous Wayne Chemical Plant.
Now, Jack was even more furious. The other party actually dared to choose a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as his base. This was a shameless invasion! Batman still owed him a hundred dollars, and he didn't even have it yet.
A building named Wayne serves as a base!
"So, you brought a bomb to blow up the Wayne Chemical Plant to the ground?" Schiller looked at Jack and asked. Jack rubbed his nose vigorously and said very unhappily: "Sorry for those bombs of mine, then.
But the results I have been collecting for a long time were originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"
"This damn idiot, a tasteless lunatic! He actually wasted so many good things of mine!!" Jack began to curse again.
Schiller sighed slightly and asked, "Did you blow him up?"
"How do I know?" Jack said angrily, but then he curled his lips and said: "Whether he is dead or not, all his works are definitely finished, but I'm afraid this is more serious than killing him.
Make him feel bad."
Suddenly, Jack calmed down again. He said in a low and slow tone: "I know very well what kind of people these crazy people are. These people who claim to be artists are actually mediocre and idiots. What matters most is
Some of their mediocre collections."
"They enjoy manipulating the fate of others. After every work of art is created, they will definitely arrange a dramatic fate for it, such as when it will be born, when it will die, and in what way it will die..."
"Artworks of the same type must have the same death time and method. They will never allow their carefully created works to fail to fulfill their predetermined fate."
"And now, a big explosion blew them all up into the sky. With a 'boom', half of his life's hard work was wasted!" A cruel smile appeared on Jack's face, and he said with a low smile:
"The dolls made of delicate female body parts, and the dolls made of rough dock workers' bodies, are all mixed together, no longer distinguishable from each other... It's really sad to think about it, if they
When the owner sees this scene, he might cry out of anger, hahahahaha!"
Schiller looked at Jack silently. It was obvious that Jack was the kind of murderer who was good at torturing other serial killers, and he also wanted to kill people with heartache.
Schiller arranged Jack in the ward where Jonathan originally lived, which was a special care ward. If there was any problem, doctors and nurses could arrive as quickly as possible.
After that, Schiller went to help check on the crazy citizens who had not yet recovered. After a busy day, the night seemed unusually quiet. Jack took the medicine obediently and fell asleep early. Schiller thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As a result, less than two hours after he fell into sleep, he heard a loud "bang" from upstairs, followed by the sound of glass shattering.
Schiller got up from the bed in a daze, opened the window, and looked up. A huge figure with a crocodile head and a crocodile tail jumped onto the balcony, holding two kitchen knives and roaring inside.
"You damn guy!!! Blow up the chemical plant! I lost my job! I'm going to kill you!!!!"
