[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

--striking.

Bruce and Rossi realized the crux of the problem at the same time.

They were distracted by Euphemia L. Brittany's complicated family background and the huge interests involved in her position, ignoring the crucial clue-the question that they were puzzled by —Why her?

Why on earth did the murderer choose Euphemia as his target.

"That's how he gets people's attention." David Rossi's voice fell.

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"What he wanted to kill was a symbol."

Ada's hand left the ground, and with Sakiko's support, she sat back on the wheelchair. She tightly grabbed her wrist, completely unaware that she was shaking like a child.

When she let go of her whole body and mind to perceive the feeling of that moment, she returned to that day again.The trauma of the past returned to her body again, making her tremble uncontrollably.Ada clenched her teeth subconsciously, and only then did she restrain the chill that surged up from the depths of her internal organs. The coldness was like a knife, almost slicing and cutting off her bones.

However, Ada felt a scorching anger at the same time. It gushed out from her bones and burned all the way to her brain, almost making her brain boil.

--That's ridiculous.

she thinks.

"He thinks Euphemia is a symbol with enough iconic meaning." She heard her teeth chattering, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or something, "He didn't even think she was 'light and Representative of 'Hope', he doesn't really care who Euphemia is, he doesn't care who she is—"

He just thought she was famous enough.

"He didn't give a damn about what his actions would destroy, what the consequences would be—"

The Britannia family withdrew all their properties and foundations from Gotham. Didn't the murderer know that after he killed the daughter of the person in charge of the consortium, this kind of thing was likely to happen?

He knew, it wasn't that he didn't think of it, but he didn't care.

"He just wanted to kill a celebrity that a lot of people knew - someone who was influential enough to cause a stir after death - and that's why he chose Euphemia."

"..."

Saki Shiko supported her without saying a word, wrapped up the messy scarf just now, and tidied up her somewhat messy hair.

AI can't understand the emotions of human beings, so after doing these things as usual, Saki Shiko looked at her who was still trembling, tilted her head, and asked a question that was meaningless but in line with the current context.

"What are you going to do next?"

"—Of course I found that [beep] [beep] [beep——]."

Ada lowered her head, allowing her long hair to hide her unusually unnunnally expression.Only her tightly clenched fists, and the bulging blood vessels on the back of her hands that are still trembling, can she see her true mood at the moment.

"Give me the list and information of all the staff and students of Gotham University, including those who have left and graduated in the past three years."

Her voice was as deep as crawling out of hell.

"I want it now."

"Yes, your highness."

Sakiko put one hand on her chest again, and bowed slightly to salute her.

In the next second, huge data flooded her mind.

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"...he wanted to kill a famous person to gain attention, and it made him feel like he had the power to control people and control the situation."

David Rossi quickly rummaged through the stack of documents, and soon took out a panoramic photo of the crime scene.The moment he saw the panoramic photo, the muscles on his cheeks tensed silently.

"interesting."

Hannibal Lecter nodded slightly, and raised his finger to a place in the photo - a window directly above the teaching building.That window was facing directly where the body lay, and there was an unobstructed view of it all from above.

"Anyone can see from this place where she was killed."

"The murderer will relive the scene of his killing. Time and time again." David Rossi whispered, "He gained power and superiority in this way, and the more people remember her, the more people feel sad and angry about it." , the more people discussing the case... the more satisfied and happy he feels."

David Rossi turned his head, stared at Bruce Wayne, and made his initial profile.

"What we are looking for is a white male, 30 years old, thin, unremarkable, without any conspicuous features, and he is not popular with the opposite sex. He should have participated in some associations or assemblies, but he did not occupy important positions , he was dissatisfied with this and felt neglected. He participated in the petition organized by Gotham University three years ago to establish a memorial site for Euphemia, and actively participated in it, which can be found in this range.”

Bruce Wayne nodded slowly, keeping these characteristics in mind, and quickly compared them with the files in his mind.

At this moment, Hannibal Lecter suddenly spoke.

"He should have also participated in this meeting, and he may even take the initiative to ask some people about the case." His calm eyes fell on Bruce Wayne's face, and then moved aside, "Some murderers will even take the initiative Participating in the investigation, he's one of those people, he's doing it to mitigate his suspicions, and he's enjoying the fact that he's not caught—isn't it, sir?"

Where Hannibal's gaze pointed, the red-haired boy froze for a moment, then pushed his glasses, and laughed a little stiffly.

"You're not referring to me, Dr. Lecter?"

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Johnny Jackson, 24 years old, small build, white male, currently a fourth-year student at Gotham University School of Medicine.

He was born in an ordinary middle-class family with no bad habits or history of mental illness. Although his classmates didn't pay much attention to him, they didn't have too many bad comments about him.Neither maverick nor eccentric.Although the academic performance is not top-notch, it is not bad either.

In fact, sitting in a chair in a red plaid shirt and jeans, he looked like any other college student you could find anywhere at the university.

—he was no different from the average young American you meet every day.

Bruce Wayne looked at the male college student expressionlessly.

They used some rather strong means to bring Johnny Jackson to this room, and then notified the police.Before the police arrived, they had to make sure he couldn't escape.

But the boy didn't seem to have any intention of running away.

"I said..." He sat on the chair indifferently, crossed his fingers and tapped, "You should know that psychological profiling cannot constitute valid evidence in law?"

Bruce Wayne put his arms around his chest, looked at him coldly, and didn't speak.

"Oh, so you admit that you are the murderer?" David Rossi raised an eyebrow and squinted at him.

"I didn't say that." Johnny laughed. "I just said that you have no right to detain me here. There is no evidence to charge me with those crimes."

"The police will find evidence of your crime." Bruce Wayne said.

"Don't say such things. I didn't kill anyone." Johnny shook his head, but he still had a smile on his face. "Murder is a very serious crime. It's best to investigate clearly before accusing others at will, otherwise it's slander."

David Rossi looked back at Bruce Wayne subconsciously, as if to prevent the bad-tempered playboy from coming up to punch the bastard, but to his surprise, Bruce Wayne just stood there expressionless. There, it made him raise his eyebrows and turn his head away.

"Feel sorry."

A slender and soft female voice came from behind them. Nunnally Lampelucci let go of her fingers pressing on the button of the armrest. After the wheelchair slowly stopped, she nodded slightly to them.

"Can I have a few words with him?"

she asked.

"Where's the person who's been following you?" Bruce Wayne walked towards her first, looking at her disapprovingly, "She shouldn't have left your side. There are too many people here, and it's not safe for you to be here alone."

"I need Sakiko to do some things, so I told her to do it. As for my safety... Thank you for your concern, but it's fine if I just stay alone for a while."

"..."

Bruce Wayne's eyes became more and more disapproving, but it was his mistake to use eyes to signal the blind man. The blind girl didn't get his eyes at all, but raised the previous question again.

"May I have a word with him?" She paused, then added, "I know you and Euphemia are very good friends...but she is also a very important person to me, and this case It also has special meaning to me.”

Bruce Wayne fell silent.

Although logically he shouldn't know that she is Euphemia's younger sister, but...

"Trust me, I want the person who killed her to be punished as much as you do." As if she was afraid that he would stubbornly stop her, Nunnally Lampelucci paused, and said that sentence , "After all... I came back to this city just for this case."

Bruce Wayne looked at her silently, and after a few seconds, he slowly stepped aside.

"I don't approve of your talking to this murderer."

He paused, and said again.

"...but if you insist."

"Thank you."

The young girl smiled at him, overlapping Euphemia's for a moment.

Bruce Wayne closed his eyes and took another step back.

The wheelchair slid slowly past him, and then he heard a girl's voice.Her voice was originally very soft, but now it reveals a sharp chill like ice and snow.

"Do you think you've won, Johnny Jackson?"

she asked.

The author has something to say:

This murderer is a person in a short story attached to the official comics of "Fatal Joke".

The basic setting is just like what I said in the article, it is an ordinary person with a very ordinary appearance and background. When you meet this kind of male college student on the street, you will even go to ask him for directions, and he will also Answer you very normally.

Then he plans to murder Batman.There is no other reason.Just want to do something big and go back and get on with my normal life.Enjoy the feeling that no one will doubt him so no one can catch him.

The method of murder was to shoot Batman while he was flying across the building.

He has no guilt about it, smiles all over his face, and thinks it will not affect his normal life afterwards.

I got chills down my spine watching that.To be honest, this kind of horror and malice buried in ordinary life is really terrifying.