I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Mr. Detective."

A hand holding a sharp dagger stopped James Gordon's movement, and Jerome slowly stood up from his seat.

There was a strange but chilling smile on his face, and with a light force on his hand, the communicator fell into his hand silently.

"Isn't it too early to go now? The case is not over yet."

Taking advantage of the moment when the other three were still in a daze, the dagger went around Gordon's back and arrived at his Adam's apple.

"Miss forensic doctor, if you must scream, I advise you to take care of my hands..." His laughter was low: "Once I hear a woman screaming, I can't restrain the trembling of my hands ...What will happen then, you probably don't really want to know."

"Jerome?"

Ryan's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked like he had shed layers of gorgeous gift boxes, and finally revealed his truest appearance.

Bat pushed him on the wheelchair, preventing Ryan from jumping over.

"Don't go there."

But Jerome ignored his surprise in the slightest. The smile on his face looked extremely wild, hiding a trace of unnoticed sadness deeply.

"You killed your mother." Even though Gordon was threatened with his own life, he was fulfilling his duty as a police detective.He can even be sure that Jerome killed his biological mother, Lila.

"Ah..." Jerome blinked and thought for a long time, as if he was not interested in the "mother" he said at all, and he didn't even have the slightest impression: "My mother... in this world, giving birth to a child A man who deserves to be called a mother, Detective."

"Aren't you afraid? Parents don't need research, so why do they decide the life and death of their children?"

"If they have the qualifications, I think so do I..." He laughed lowly, but his tone sounded like a sarcasm: "We should also have some qualifications to decide the fate of our parents."

He seemed to have regained his composure suddenly, talking about himself flatly:

"Actually, I've given up on this idea before."

"After all, people who live in hell have long forgotten what heaven is like, and there is no point in going back to heaven again."

He looked up at Lee Tompkins, wondering if it was a coincidence, Ryan felt as if he had taken a deep look at himself: "But I found that I am not the only one who has become a tragedy in this world."

"Have you ever heard of it?"

He stared at Dr. Tompkins without blinking for a moment: "There are parents in this world who think their children are born monsters."

"Then they feel like they've finally found the right excuse, and they're free to beat and blame their kids."

"Does it hurt?" The dagger in his hand finally left a mark on James Gordon's neck: "You deserve it, who made you a monster?"

"Want to die?" The smile on the corners of his lips widened, looking more and more terrifying: "Then hurry up, after all, monsters shouldn't exist in this wonderful world."

"Jerome." Lee Tompkins stretched out his hand, trying to calm his emotions: "I understand what you mean, these parents really don't deserve sympathy, but..."

It was not Jerome who interrupted her, but James Gordon: "Get away from him, he's gone mad," he yelled at Tompkins.

He almost yelled out the aspirations of everyone present, Jerome Valeska must have gone crazy.

It's just that James Gordon is also a police detective who has received years of training, and he is much more experienced in dealing with such suppression methods as Gero.

Gordon deftly pushed aside his dagger and instantly reversed the situation of the battle: "But this cannot conceal the fact that you killed someone and wanted an innocent child to bear the crime for you."

"Did I do that?" Jerome still had a smile on his face even though he had been subdued. "Then who is holding on to him? Mr. Detective?"

"Don't you wonder? Who has been misleading you that this child is the real murderer?"

"What did he do wrong?" Jerome's expression suddenly became ferocious again: "He doesn't know anything at all, yes, I used him."

"Because I want to save him."

"And what about you?" Jerome laughed wildly, but the corners of his eyes were already wet.

James Gordon handcuffed him and forced him out of the room.

"Wait!" Ryan, who had been pressed on the wheelchair by bat, finally broke free and stopped his movement: "Jerome!"

Jerome was strangely silent at this moment, and he turned his head to avoid Ryan's gaze as much as possible.

Ryan stood in front of him, but suddenly didn't know what he should say: whether he asked him what he wanted to do, or asked him if it was for himself, it seemed pale and ridiculous.

He bit his lower lip and lowered his head deeply: "I'm sorry."

Whatever Jerome did, he believed he had no intention of actually using himself.

Instead, a detective named James Gordon used him to provoke Jerome into confessing his crimes.

But everyone was stunned by his apology.

Jerome raised his head, restrained his crazy smile just now, and met those beautiful crimson eyes, his tone was very helpless: "I told you to hide on the bed and keep quiet."

"Don't think so much about others next time."

He struggled to pull his two handcuffed hands away from James Gordon, raised his hand and gently rubbed Ryan's hair: "At least, think about it for yourself? It's not that difficult to refuse, It doesn't matter what other people think."

"Smile, Ryan. For yourself."

He looked very tired.

But he handed the handcuffed hands back to James Gordon: "Yes, I killed my mother."

"But it has nothing to do with Ryan at 01:30, he just doesn't know about it."

James Gordon raised his eyebrows and squeezed Jerome Valeska's hands unceremoniously. He didn't even know how he broke free just now: "Really? Let's go back to the police station first." .”

"Only by returning to the police station can we clear your suspicion, Ryan." Tompkins sighed and comforted.

The circus decorated with countless gorgeous lanterns stands in front of everyone in another quiet and silent way tonight.

……

"Jerome."

Ryan sat opposite the transparent screen, quietly watching the red-haired youth.

He still couldn't believe that Jerome would do such a thing.

But Jerome picked up the microphone first: "Lian, I once heard a joke."

"A man goes to the doctor and he says he's depressed, life seems unforgiving, cruel, and he feels alone in this threatening world."

"The doctor says the cure is simple. Here comes Pagliacci, the great clown. Go see him. He'll cheer you up."

"But the man burst out crying, 'But the doctor,' he said, 'I am Pagliacci.'"

"Sometimes I feel like I am Pagliacci."

Jerome sighed. "I can laugh at everyone but myself."

"So, Ryan." He brought the microphone closer to his lips, closer to the thick glass between them.

Without warning, he warned, "Go away, Ryan. Someone is watching you."

That expression was so creepy that Batman subconsciously grabbed Ryan from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on the door behind them: "Ryan? I have something to tell you."

That was the voice of James Gordon.

Ryan looked at the door hesitantly, then turned to look at Jerome's expression.

"Run." Jerome sat quietly on the chair, expressionless, but spelled out a word to him.

The knock on the door became urgent.

Ryan froze, but there was nothing he could do.

He had nowhere to go in this interrogation room, he could only open the door.

James Gordon is holding what looks like a photograph.He blocked the door and held up the photo towards Ryan: "Do you know this person?"

The person in that photograph was none other than Francis Dumacher.

……

"A little girl reported that an albino boy, maybe [-] or [-], had killed her father, and here's a picture of the suspect."

After receiving the file from his subordinate, Gordon rubbed his temples with a headache.

It's albino again.

He thought of the boy named Ryan, but it couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

Gordon opened the file and flipped through the photos, and carefully looked at the photo that was said to be provided by a little girl. From that photo, he could see that the child about thirteen or fourteen years old had an outstanding temperament, with an indescribable The aristocratic reserve.

The corner of his lips is that fake smile that can't be pointed out at all, but the focus of those bright red eyes is obviously not on the lens.

It was a candid shot, and Gordon sighed. He almost thought he was seeing a photo of the little girl's sweetheart hidden in her diary.

But it didn't make it hard for him to recognize the child he considered a suspect just an hour ago.

How could there be such a coincidence?

For a moment, he thought of Jerome Valeska's words.

"When did this happen?" Gordon looked at the subordinate who handed him the photo.

The young police officer touched his nose anxiously: "About two months ago, they discovered it from the file at the bottom of the box today. No one has been handling this case."

……

Ryan's dilated pupils shrank suddenly, and he murmured in disbelief, "What do you want to do?"

Sure enough, someone came looking for him.

James Gordon didn't understand why his reaction was so frightening. He was a little puzzled, but he still explained: "A little girl reported to the police that her father was killed."

Unless he really killed this doctor named Francis Dumacher.But he didn't think a child at this age would be able to learn to use a pistol.

Lee Tompkins, his fiancée, was also adamant that such a child could not kill.

"But don't worry, we know you haven't done this. I just wanted to ask you, have you gotten into any trouble recently?"

Such a large-scale attempt to lock a child into the police station, even he could see the clues.

What is the origin of this child?

But after all, he is not a person in the police station who can talk. Even the famous James Gordon knows nothing, so he can only choose to obey and obey.

Ryan didn't want to believe his lies at all, his heart had been captured by great fear.

Jerome's words lingered in his ears like a spell, "Someone is watching you."

In the photo, the puppeteer's eyes staring at him and the hole on his forehead that was oozing blood almost made him breathless.

The huge anger swallowed his reason that had been tightly pressed on the steel wire.

Is he in hell?