me and my vest

"This is the Gotham Daily News. We learned this morning that Mr. Sherlock Paltrow, a non-staff police officer of the Gotham Police Department, will soon announce the true identity of Batman to protect the citizens."

"It has to be said that this is an unexpected decision. Officer Paltrow declared that the police should be responsible for the innocent people who died, so he decided to reveal the truth of the investigation."

"I am now at the entrance of the Gotham City Police Station, and the press conference will officially begin in five minutes."

Watson ate the croissant that the detective brought him, and sat on the sofa in the file room to watch TV, which broadcast the situation outside the police station.

Beside him, the detective was smoking his own pipe.

"Sherlock, do you already know who that is?"

In the smog, the detective's side face was blurred, as if he was still in London, which made Watson a little dazed.

"I see." The detective nodded. "Watson, don't be surprised no matter what happens later. If a reporter comes to ask you a question, just say you don't know."

"Ok."

The tacit understanding between the two of them has already reached the point where they don't need to explain the reasons to each other.

"Sherlock, it's time." Gordon hurriedly opened the door and shouted, and then went out to maintain order.

"Okay, I'm going to deal with the stupid people who only tell stories." The detective breathed out the last breath, lifted his coat and put it on, "Watson, maybe you'd like to try something like kfc with me tonight ?”

"What's that? A kind of fast food?"

Watson recalled that he seemed to have seen someone ordering food in the hospital.

"We should try something new."

Before going out, the detective changed his mind again, "I should be very busy today, if you are free, can you buy my share back?"

"I remember that you didn't allow me to leave the police station alone, and you didn't allow me to go out with anyone other than you."

"Today is an exception, my dear Watson, you may go out alone, and be alone."

"why?"

"Because I'm busy, and the reason I'm busy is usually because offenders are busy — they're not free enough to go to a fast food restaurant."

"Okay, I'll buy you a copy."

"Thank you!"

There was a clanging sound, followed by the sound of the door being locked, and then everything fell into silence.

Watson withdrew his gaze, took the remote control, and turned up the volume of the TV.

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"Hold on, Officer Paltrow is here!"

"Set up your video camera!"

"Turn the camera on him!"

The detective looked at the group of reporters below, and moved the microphone to his side, "Good afternoon, I'm Sherlock Paltrow."

"You should all know the reason for the press conference, so I won't repeat it here. I am a person who pursues efficiency, so let's just announce the result."

"I am Batman."

The crowd seemed to explode. Everyone stared at him with their mouths wide open. Some fans were holding up a sign with a picture of a pipe, and they were also frozen in place.

"There is no reason why this city needs knights lurking in the dark." On the podium, the detective being handcuffed said, "When night falls, I am the sanctioner in the dark, and Gotham's consulting detective by day. .”

"People are superficial, just like you, like the audience watching TV, when the Joker brings death, not many people blame him, only Batman - because the Joker gave you a way out, and the way out is to pay out of me."

"I don't know how many people still remember the death of the Waynes. They awakened the conscience of the few wealthy people in Gotham. Now? People of Gotham, what do you need to wake yourself up? For this city, you Will you do something?"

"Mr. Holmes does not appear to be the man for such remarks."

Alfred stood in front of the TV and came to a conclusion.

"Gordon must have written it for him." Bruce wiped his face with his hand, "Or Rachel helped."

"Hmm..." The old man who had served the Wayne family for most of his life nodded, "Indeed, if nothing is said at the press conference, the reporter will not allow the police to take Mr. Holmes away."

"But this passage is correct, isn't it?" Ah Fu looked at his young master, "Batman is just a hope and a symbol, people need themselves most, I really hope that Batman can understand this truth, he alone can't do it of."

"I don't think he's alone, maybe he has a housekeeper."

Alfred laughed and put down the tray in his hand, "Then I really hope that butler is as good as me."

Bruce got up from his chair, he and Alfred were in the top room of the Wayne Building, and now he was going to the Batcave to pack his gear.

"What if the clown didn't fall for it?"

"He will go."

"You seem to know him well?"

"If the two people I'm most interested in are one person, even if there is only a slight possibility, I'd like to go and have a look." Bruce gave Alfred a goodbye gesture, closed the elevator door and went down.

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Night fell soon, and the car transporting the "prisoners" was about to leave.

"You eat dinner yet?"

Gordon sat in the driver's seat, put on his helmet and tactical gloves, and asked the detective behind him through the iron railing and tempered glass.

"No, but no, John will bring it to me."

"Well, be prepared, it will be bumpy for a while." Gordon said, "According to intelligence, the clown may have heavy weapons."

"I know. It's from Oswald Copperpot's people."

"He wasn't involved?" Gordon asked, starting the car.

"No, he didn't dare, it's just his subordinates." The detective replied, "There is another very important reason, John has saved his life."

"We're leaving."

Sitting in the co-pilot, the soldier transferred from the special forces watched the police officer chatting with the prisoner in a daze.

But these two are big shots in Gotham City, so he didn't dare to ask any questions.

Halfway through the convoy, the clown appeared with his friends.

The insolent laughter can be heard across several streets, not to mention the sound of his rocket and artillery bombardment.

Gordon even dispatched a gunship, but the clown managed to crash it after a long time.

The car kept drifting and turning, the bullets made many terrible bumps on the door, and the explosion also affected the car constantly, and sometimes it would jump into the air.

Of course, none of this affected Gordon and the detective.

The smell of gunpowder blows along the wind and weaves the streets, and Gotham looks extremely confused in the night, and the chase between the police and the clown makes it a little more absurd.

The guy in the co-pilot was already nervous to death, but the two bosses in the same car as him were still calm.

"I saw the Batmobile, here he comes." Gordon suddenly shouted.

What's coming?Isn't Batman Sherlock Paltrow?

Under the blank gaze of the poor special forces member, the detective behind immediately answered, "The clown may threaten him, we pay attention to support."

"Is his mask protected?"

"I think there should be."

In the boy's dead fish-like eyes, the detective had already opened his handcuffs and started to move his wrists, and Gordon also took out a gun from his pocket.

The Joker hadn't had time to notice the car Gordon was driving, and his attention had already been drawn to Bruce.

"Come on! Hit me! Hurry up!"

Joker stands in the middle of the street like a martyr, arms outstretched waiting for the Batmobile to hit him, "Quick! Kill me! This is over!"

Bruce rushed over in the Batmobile, and he was struggling in his heart. Batman has been illegally sanctioning criminals. He has his own rules and principles, and has his own beliefs and persistence. Even the clown can't let him...

As a symbol, not a person, Batman must be unshakable, indestructible.

Just when he turned the car to the side to avoid the clown, a person gradually approached the clown from behind. Bruce immediately breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down the speed of the Batmobile.

The hand that was still in handcuffs snatched the cane that the clown was holding, and then hit him hard.

"Return to the original owner."

Although, after all, the clown is an ordinary human being physically, after being slammed by the light, pia fell to the ground with a groan, her head and face covered by a purple coat.

"The battle is over." Just in case, Gordon administered an anesthetic to the clown on the ground, "Let's lock it up in the serious crime unit."

Bruce stopped the Batmobile, stretched out one leg to support the motorcycle, and replied in a low voice after changing his voice, "I will send him when he is locked in Arkham to prevent him from escaping."

"Well, he'd better have some more railings in that cell." Gordon nodded, "or build some walls."

Bruce left after finishing these few words, and people from the police station will come later, it is inconvenient for Batman to stay here.

The detective took a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the dust and blood from the cane, which made Gordon look sideways at him.

"This cane is like yours. You know, the style and length and all."

"It's the one I had, it was taken by the clown not long ago."

"...", Gordon was silent for a while, "Did he dye you purple?"

"...Speaking of which, I suggest that the Serious Crime Squad not give out dinner to the prisoners tonight. Do you have any objections?"

Gordon immediately made an ok gesture.

People were locked in, and it was time for dinner.

The clown sat on the stool, his hands were handcuffed, and he looked down at the police officers standing outside through the iron railing.

At this time, Watson opened the door and came in, "Sherlock, your set meal——emm I don't understand much, so I brought you a cheeseburger."

"Thank you, this is fine."

Watson's attention was immediately attracted by the criminal sitting there. When he was in London, he would basically record Sherlock's cases, involving some special cases, which may not be published for the protection of the client. , but all cases are documented.

In Gotham, the work of consulting detectives suddenly became countless times more dangerous. Watson was banned from following the records. Now he suddenly saw the clown who turned Gotham upside down, and he was really very interested.

"Just caught it tonight." The detective held up his cane to show his partner. "We have to buy a can of paint on the way back today."

"I thought you lost your stick."

"You must be kidding, I know where everything I have is."

The light hit the clown's pale face, and he suddenly looked up at Watson and smiled, the corners of his mouth seemed to be split because of the red paint.

"Dr. Hardwick, um, yes, Dr. John Hardwick."

"You can shut up now, sir." The detective turned around immediately when he heard him talking to Watson. "The matter is over, and your plot has nothing to show off."

The clown just smiled.

"John, I'm going out to see other prisoners, do you want to come with me?"

"Ok."

Seeing that his partner agreed, the detective went to open the door, and Watson followed him out. The moment he went out—that is, when Watson's clothes just brushed against the door frame, the clown suddenly spoke.

He deliberately changed his voice and shouted with a normal male voice.

"Doctor Watson?"

Watson turned his head subconsciously.

The door is closed.

But there was violent laughter from behind the door.

The clown laughed so hard that he almost died, and there was a clanging metal sound, which was the sound of handcuffs hitting.

"Hahahaha...hehe...hoo hoo... Watson and Sherlock Holmes? Great, plus the masked bats, what a drama, I love this city!"

"Gotham! Hahahahaha!"

Watson looked at the detective in front of him, he was still walking normally and calmly.

"It's okay, Watson, come with me, don't worry about that lunatic, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" Watson chased after him and walked side by side with him, "He seems to have discovered..."

"Who will believe him? He won't tell anyone."

"And I believe that, to him, it's just a vague concept or guesswork, without tangible evidence."

The detective strode forward and opened the front door, where Gordon and a group of officers were interrogating prisoners who had been pulled from the van that the clown had used to attack the police cars.

These people sat quietly on the ground, neither speaking nor moving, completely unable to tell that they were patients picked out by the Joker from Arkham.

"Identified?" asked the detective.

"Some of the information is incomplete, but there is no problem with the name and basic information, and all have a history of mental illness." Gordon replied, and he handed the clipboard in his hand to the detective.

The detective also reached out to take it, but stopped halfway through the stretch, raised his finger to the back of the railing and asked, "Why is that fat man in white covering his stomach?"

"All the punks have to pretend to be sick when they go to prison, that's normal, Mr. Paltrow." A police officer next to him took a note and took a moment to reply.

"No, he's different."

Shi Lu quickly ran over to look, and held his hand through the iron door, "The body temperature is very high."

"Sir? Wake up, are you listening?"

"I saw heaven." The fat man replied with a smile, "Warm heaven, so beautiful, the boss said I would see white fireworks, is it true?"

"Gordon! Get him out of here! John! Come and see him!"

"My stomach hurts, there's something in it, help me..."

The prisoner was immediately carried out by the crowd, and after taking off his clothes, everyone could see the bulge in his stomach.

something rectangular.

The forensic doctor next to him broke out in cold sweat, "What is this? What is sewn in?"

The female police officer covered her mouth in horror.

Shi Lu started directly, touched the skin there lightly, and took out a flashlight to shine on it.

"Keyboard. It's a cell phone."

"Bring the signal jammer and take him to the hospital!" Gordon looked at the detective who was squatting on the ground and came to a conclusion, and immediately issued an order, "Go! You go to pick up the car, you, and you carry him away !"

"Other people in there will also be searched again!"

After a period of turmoil, all the clown's subordinates were inspected again like an assembly line, and there was no problem this time.

"There should be no follow-up this time." Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, as if his bones had been pulled out suddenly, and sat on the chair.

After these few days of encounters, he has fully realized how difficult the clown is. Fortunately, he can't fight against three people.

Sherlock Holmes, James Gordon, and Bruce Wayne, if there is one less of these three, can make the clown's plot succeed.

"It's over." After thinking for a while, the detective said solemnly, "At least with us, it's impossible for him to escape."

All the police officers looked like God, it was finally done.

However, the matter is not over, at least for the clown, his advantage is that he can threaten others with his life, he can be shameless, he can use gasoline, bombs and gunpowder at will, the boundary that justice cannot cross, the clown It can repeatedly jump horizontally and dance on it.

Because he was busy with things here, there were not many people in the police station. Edward Nygma from the archives room sent them in after receiving the call.

That's another news.

On the way home, Harvey Dent was doused with acid by a prisoner who had participated in the sentence, and half of his face was disfigured.

The prisoner wears a clown mask.

After collapsing and struggling, he decided the prisoner's life and death with a coin.

Gordon covered his head in despair, "Wait, what do you mean by using coins?"

"He said, uh." Edward Nygma listened carefully to the voice on the phone, "He said heads are life and tails are death."

Gordon directly smashed the coffee cup in his hand, "Damn it, if something goes wrong with Harvey Dent, all the criminals he tried will be acquitted!"

No one in the room spoke, and everyone's hearts sank to the bottom. Perhaps Gotham City, which had just improved, was about to fall again.

"No, there is still a way." Shilu pulled Gordon out of the room and took him to an empty place, "Contact Oswald Cobblepot."

"what do you mean?"

"Harvey Dent can't have an accident. The person who does it can only be the new gang boss. This is the only way."

"Will Oswald Cobbot agree? He can use this opportunity to mess up Gotham, and the criminals released will become his new subordinates, which is very beneficial to him."

"He will, he's a serious criminal."

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The morning sun shines into Gotham baby's room again.

He had just finished his night watch and was lying on the bed not long ago, only sleeping for about 10 minutes.

Alfred didn't mean to disturb his young master, he was making breakfast comfortably downstairs.

Fried eggs and milk, the recipe for Batman's healthy every day.

"jingle."

Someone rang the doorbell.

Ah Fu wiped his hands and went to open the door.

"Hello, sir, this is today's morning paper. I met the courier on the way and brought your courier mail along the way."

"Thank you very much, I hope you have a good day."

The old butler closed the door and put the newspaper and cardboard box on the table.

Bruce in pajamas appeared at the stairs, "Ah Fu, who was it just now?"

"It's not a big deal, young master, it's for the morning paper."

The gray newspaper lay quietly on the table, revealing itself to Gotham babes.

"James Gordon Promoted to Chief of Police"

"Arkham Asylum Completed, America's Most Sturdy and Reliable "Prison""

"The first batch of prisoners moved in, the joker was placed in Room [-], and there were as many as [-] surveillance cameras"

"After Three Months, the Police Have Still Still Unsolved the Disappearance of Officer Sherlock Paltrow and His Friend Dr. John Hardwick"

Gotham Mayor Announces Run for Safe City Election

"Don't look, master, there is no praise for Batman." Alfred put down the plate, "I don't think you can find it if you read it for another day."

Bruce smiled like a little fool, "It's not the best, I'm happier, Ah Fu."

"Is this your courier?"

Alfred gave him a surprised look, "I thought it was yours. An old man like me can't keep up with the trend of the times to shop online."

"Damn, maybe it's a bomb. I'll take it to the Batcave and disassemble it."

Before he could take a bite of his meal, Bruce took the box and went to the Batcave. After putting the box alone, he put on the bat armor and sat in front of the chair with the masked Batman.

"What is it?" Ah Fu followed behind.

"The result of the system scan - it seems to be a book."

"Book?"

The package was opened, and a brand new, hardcover Sherlock Holmes collection appeared in front of Bruce and Alfred.

There are two lines of cursive English characters written on the title page.

To the best detectives in Gotham - Sherlock Holmes, John Watson The author has something to say: It's over! ! !

Sprinkle flowers!

In the comics, the double-faced man was disfigured by being splashed with sulfuric acid. This character is used here.

There are three more episodes that will be released in the form of single articles in the column one after another.

The next time you see Shili again, it will be the opening of the other Shili series in the column.

The next book is Jin Yiwei's comprehensive martial arts book, and I have already written a chapter. If you are interested, you can bookmark it (v).

Thank you to all the cuties who have been watching here!

I wish you all peace and joy, and everything goes well——(What a strange ending)

Goodbye!