The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Schiller strode into Jonathan's room, looked at Jonathan with a serious face, and said, "The nurse said, you are acting irritable and tend to hurt others, what's the matter? Haven't you already ordered a newspaper?"

Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, looking very anxious. As soon as Schiller took a step closer, he seemed a little vigilant, but after realizing that it was Schiller, he relaxed a little and said, "I'm really fed up!! "

"I don't know which country bumpkin who ran out of the backcountry dared to provoke me?! Just wait, I will let him know sooner or later, his three-legged cat kung fu is not worth mentioning in my opinion!"

"What's wrong?" Schiller asked looking at him.

Jonathan said angrily: "Last night, an idiot who claimed to be Professor V called. He said that he is the best chemist in the world. He also said that he would prove it to me. , I couldn’t get through at all, and said, I’m the most common kind of mediocrity on the street!”

Schiller froze for a moment, 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 out of the backcountry. He probably never read a newspaper, so he dared to speak so boldly. It's ridiculous. !"

"You've said it all, and he hasn't been in the newspaper, so why should you bother with him? Besides, he only dared to call, and he didn't even dare to show up. It's just a matter of showing off."

Jonathan snorted coldly and said, "Now, any cat or dog dares to call himself a professor! No, I want to see why he dares to be so arrogant? Give me a discharge certificate, and I'm going to meet him!"

"No, your current mental state is unstable. After you go out, if you get any stimulation, it will ruin the reputation of the hospital."

"Okay, I know, you're just worried, am I going to trouble Batman?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my goal this time is not your favorite student, I don't treat him right now." interest, but I must make that idiot who provoked me pay the price!"

Seeing Jonathan's manic state, Schiller sighed, grabbed the medical record from the side and began to write. While writing, he warned: "It seems that if I don't let you go out of the hospital, you will escape from prison."

"However, we have three chapters of the agreement. If you settle your personal grievances, you shouldn't poison the whole city, right? The water purification device in my office hasn't been installed yet..."

Jonathan snorted disdainfully and said, "Who does he think he is, and how much face does he have, that he can make me go to war?"

"Okay, okay, I know you are the most powerful chemist." Schiller said perfunctorily, while speaking, 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 the papers are in Gotham, you better watch out."

Jonathan took the certificate from Schiller, walked towards the door, and said disdainfully, "It's them who should pay attention."

Schiller breathed a sigh of relief after seeing off Jonathan. He returned to his office, and just as his buttocks sat on the chair, he heard a loud "boom".

Schiller instinctively turned his head and looked out the window, only to see a huge mushroom cloud rising on the Gotham skyline, and judging from the direction, it should be the Wayne Chemical Plant.

Less than half an hour later, Gordon carried Jack the Clown to the Arkham Mental Hospital, threw him on the ground, and said, "Thanks broccoli, the grounds of the chemical plant are destroyed and can't be started. This lunatic didn't blow up the employees, he just moved the chemical plant to the ground."

Jack lay on the ground and couldn't get up. He stood up with a smile on his face after Gordon left, looked at Schiller and said, "You know what? I did a great thing!"

Before Schiller could ask, Jack started stomping and cursing again. From his trivial words, Schiller figured out what was going on, and it still had to start with the broccoli invasion of Gotham.

Huge broccoli growing in the city will definitely damage the ground, and all buildings are built on the ground. After the ground is destroyed, many buildings have become dilapidated buildings and must be repaired.

However, if you want to repair a house, you must have building materials, and if you want building materials, you must have heavy-duty trucks to deliver materials. In recent days, truck drivers have been so busy that they basically stay up for several nights to take orders. , Jack is no exception.

Since his little bat broke his heart last time, Jack has decided to fight him coldly. He believes that without him, Batman will be very lonely, maybe he will hide in bed and cry .

But he can take this opportunity to earn a lot of money. When Batman comes to the slums again, he can use the money to bury Batman.

The thought of such a day would come, Jack was full of energy, but just last night, he was running the night train when he bumped into something suddenly.

Presumably many people also know that there are almost no truck drivers who run at night without speeding. Jack is particularly crazy in this respect. He is not only overloaded, but also speeding. , The only difference with the Rockets is that he does not need to count down.

In this case, hitting something is fatal. Jack's truck was a bit tattered, but the quality of the thing he hit was pretty good, and it was rolled under the tire and the tire was stuck. The car stopped running on the spot.

Jack got out of the car and saw that he was even more furious. He hit a person, but to be precise, it was not a person, because it was a puppet made of human limbs. The parts of human limbs basically have no strength, but The connecting piece was so strong that it deformed the hub of Jack's truck.

Jack's temper can't be said to be gentle and polite, it can only be said to be explosive at one point.

Originally, the night trains were all urgent, urgent and earning a lot of money. If the car broke down, not only the goods would not be shipped, but the single owner might also be offended.

He dragged the puppet out from under the tires, reassembled the almost crushed limbs, and investigated the welded parts of the joints.

Then, he determined that the production cycle of this kind of horror doll must be very long, that is to say, the person who created him must have a special base to store various spare parts.

After dawn, Jack found 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 encountered this kind of doll. cause such an accident.

After looking for the locations mentioned by the truck drivers, Jack checked all the dolls, and found that they had a common feature, that is, the degree of decay of the limbs was relatively high, and they were almost unusable.

Jack knew that this was probably some kind of ritual. The creators of these dolls deliberately threw them on the road so that the trucks that were driving at a high speed could crush the dolls that were no longer worth using into minced meat. It's like scrapping a piece of garbage.

Jack also found that among all the limbs, the brain is the freshest, that is to say, these dolls were conscious before they were crushed.

But the joints on their legs were all removed, so they could not escape. They could only watch helplessly as a speeding truck drove towards them, and then, being caught under the tires, heard their own screams. The sound of skulls being crushed.

There is no doubt that this is a murderer's bad taste. Jack can think that the creators of the dolls must promise their works that as long as you work hard, you can get back your original body, but when they After dedicating his whole life to his master, he could only be hung on the hub of a truck, leaving no scum left.

After analyzing the locations of these accidents and the degree of corruption of all the corpses, Jack quickly deduced that the puppet maker's base was in the famous Wayne Chemical Factory.

This time, Jack became even more furious. The other party dared to choose a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as his base. This was a shameless invasion!Batman still owes him 100 yuan, and he doesn't even have a building called Wayne as a base!
"So, you took the bombs and went to blow up the Wayne Chemical Plant to the ground?" Schiller looked at Jack and asked, Jack rubbed his nose vigorously, and said very annoyedly: "Poor my bombs, that But I have collected the results for a long time, and it was originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"

"This damned idiot, tasteless lunatic! He actually wasted so much of my good stuff!!" 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, "Regardless of whether he is dead or not, his works must be finished, but I'm afraid this is worse than killing him." make him suffer."

Suddenly, Jack calmed down again, and he said in a low and slow tone: "I know very well what kind of people these lunatics are. These self-proclaimed artists are actually mediocre and stupid guys. Some of their humble collections."

"They enjoy manipulating the fate of others. After every work of art is created, they will definitely arrange a dramatic fate for him, when to be born, when to die, and in what way to die..."

"The same type of works of art must have the same death time and death method. They will never allow their carefully created works to fail to fulfill their established destiny."

"And now, a big explosion blasted them all into the sky. With a bang, half a lifetime of hard work was wasted!" A cruel smile appeared on Jack's face, and he said with a deep smile:
"Dolls made of delicate female parts and dolls made of rough dockworkers' parts are all mixed together, and they can't be separated from each other... It's really sad to think about it. If they When the owner sees this scene, he might cry angrily, hahahahahaha!"

Schiller looked at Jack silently. Obviously, Jack is the kind of killer who is good at torturing other serial killers, and even kills with a heart.

Schiller arranged Jack in the ward where Jonathan originally lived. It was a special ward. If there was any problem, the doctors and nurses could arrive as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, Schiller went to help examine the crazy citizens who hadn't recovered. After a busy day, the night seemed unusually quiet. Jack obediently took his medicine and fell asleep early. Schiller thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, less than two hours after he fell asleep, he heard a loud "bang" from upstairs, followed by the sound of glass crackling and shattering.

Schiller got up from the bed in a daze, pushed open the window, and looked up, a huge figure with a crocodile head and a crocodile tail jumped onto the balcony, holding two kitchen knives, roaring towards the inside.

"You bastard!!! blew up the chemical plant! I lost my job! I'm going to kill you!!!!"

Schiller: I would really appreciate it