[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 38: Chocolate

"Doctor, those people who came in before and that box of medicine—"

"Who? I just came back from outside."

"Dr. Roger—but, haven't we just finished our consultation?"

"Why do you say that? Our consultation has only just begun."

After a while of silence, a young male voice said: "I understand how you feel now, Hai Yun, you have begun to get confused in the concept of time."

"Next time, the next time this happens, come to me, you know, you can rely on me."

A small murmur drowned out the rest of the conversation, and then Alfred's voice cut in.

"Sir? I hope I didn't disturb your meeting, but because you said before that as soon as there is a result, you will be notified as soon as possible—" After a slight pause, Ah Fu went on to say what he learned from his investigation:

"According to the known information, Dr. Roger's wife and daughter were killed by the clown's men not long ago, and he recently purchased some prohibited drugs on a large scale on the grounds of scientific research..."

"Crack——" a small voice sounded from Bruce's right hand holding the pen, and he nodded while staring at his clenched fist, even though he knew that Alfred on the other side couldn't see it at all.

"I understand, Alfred, continue to investigate." After finishing the call, Bruce stood up, and he was about to leave, but his eyes turned to a small box in the upper left corner of the table.

That's a blocker, and it does what its name says.Bruce hesitated for a moment, put the box in his pocket and walked towards the bat armor hanging five meters away.

11:11, Arkham's exterior.The image of a person flew in from the emergency exit lightly without any weight, and after sliding on the ground for a certain distance, he slammed into the railing due to inertia.

Then a hand with armored knuckles rested against the door.Batman walked in, his tall figure covered the light that symbolized freedom at the exit.

"Where's Roger Cahill." Grabbing the man on the ground by the neck, Batman asked.

"How the hell would I know such a thing?" Before he could finish speaking, his face was pressed hard to the ground.

Re-arresting him, Batman said: "I will let you tell me voluntarily," his tone was extremely calm, calm, and even restrained, "but before that, it's up to you to suffer .”

"F*K, U!" The scarecrow's men squeezed out these two words from their throats.

"I don't have time for this right now." After a short pause, Batman asked, "Are you going to say it, or not?"

"Okay, okay, my companion let him go to the top floor! There is someone to meet him, can you let me go now?" Facing the threat, the Scarecrow's men quickly and spinelessly gave in.

"Smart choice." Batman said, letting go of the hand that was holding the clothes and preparing to leave, but he clenched his fist again as if thinking of something again: "Where is the clown?"

"Joker?" This question completely exceeded the imagination of the Scarecrow's subordinates. He was stunned by this unexpected question, but the slightly raised fist in front of him made him immediately throw away all doubts.

Raising his hands to cover his face in an attempt to reduce the damage he received, he shouted, "Stop, stop, I see Joker with Dr. Roger!"

"Hmph." With a soft snort, Batman reluctantly accepted the other party's answer: "Now you can rest."

"Wait, I don't—" Before the other person could finish speaking, Batman simply and roughly knocked him out.

With Doctor Roger, Batman frets over the word together.

Obviously, the clips from the monitoring device (although the monitored party acquiesced in his monitoring behavior, and even continued to wear the monitoring device after taking off the location) confirmed that Roger Cahill was trying to psychologically manipulate Joker , and this behavior can even be said to be fruitful.

Turning his gaze to the spiral staircase extending upwards, Batman was a little worried that he had come too late.

Maybe not that late, given that Joker was the target of the rape.

The man in black armor galloped on the upward steps like lightning, and the wide cloak spread out like black wings every time he marched.When Batman rushed to the top of the building, he was a little confused whether to worry about Joker or Roger Cahill, maybe worry about Roger first this time?Let's switch to Joker next time... shall we?

When Batman interrogated the Scarecrow's subordinates, Roger took Yunhai to the top floor, or did Yunhai bring Roger?It doesn't matter, it's pretty much the same anyway.

"Dr. Roger." The helicopter stopped on the roof, the sound of propellers was everywhere, and a man wearing a rather retro fisherman hat was coming from a distance.He bent slightly, his right hand resting on the top of the hat to keep it from being blown away by the strong wind.

When he approached, Yunhai found that this man had a pair of small eyes that shone with cruel light.

"I don't like the way this person makes me feel." The system commented in Yunhai's ear.

"Oh? Really?" Yun Hai was a little surprised when he heard the system's words: "I thought I felt the same as him, or the system's feeling?"

"How could it be!" Facing the accusation system, he anxiously defended himself: "You give me the feeling like dark chocolate, a human dessert. It's bitter and a bit astringent, but it has a very strong aroma. It's that very special and unforgettable fragrance." Finally, he emphasized it.

Well, like chocolate, what the hell metaphor.Yun Hai rolled his eyes.It is estimated that the system does not know that eating chocolate can make people feel happy. If it knew, it would not use metaphors like it is now.

Taking the suitcase from Roger, the fisherman hat looked up at the person in front of him, with a soft but dangerous voice: "Doctor, I didn't expect you to have such cold hands."

"Because the medicine is taken out of the cold storage at 2-8 degrees Celsius." Roger said, clenching his fists nervously.

But the fisherman hat just asked casually, and didn't intend to delve into it.Then he looked at the sea of ​​clouds that he had discovered at the beginning, standing quietly aside (Joker's presence has always been outrageous, not only because of her extremely special makeup), like a hen laying eggs Giggling, "Aha, so it's true? You've captured Joker to be your patient-captive?"

Roger didn't answer immediately, but looked at Yunhai nervously.

Today's doctor is a little quiet and unusual. He belatedly notices that there is some dust on the other party's clothes, and the same is true on the glasses.

"Correctly speaking, it should be Haiyun, I want to point this out." Yunhai replaced Roger and said in a gentle tone, then she turned around and pointed to everything behind her and said firmly to Roger: "Doctor, I want to I'm hallucinating again."

Because his back was facing him, the fisherman's hat couldn't see Joker's expression and eyes clearly, and he could only hear him asking in a slightly naive and weird tone: "This helicopter, this stranger, these are real Does it exist? Am I in a dream? A dream that never wakes up? I never thought my hallucinations would be so rich."

"Yes, they are all false hallucinations." This was Dr. Roger's answer.

For some reason, their partner Roger's tone was a bit heavy.But that's okay, seeing Joker go the other way is something almost every Gotham villain wants to see, at least so he doesn't mess everything up.

Watching all this, the fisherman's hat couldn't help exclaiming: "Gee! Doctor, you are really skilled! This is, this is the rumored Joker! You actually got it done!"

Yunhai ignored her, just like a normal person would not respond to a fantasy, very ordinary, very ordinary.She tilted her head and asked in an innocent and romantic tone: "Then is this person's life also illusory?"

"Yes." Roger nodded stiffly with his usual heavy tone.

"Ah, did you hear that?" Yun Hai turned around and showed a big, big Jokerlike smile on the fisherman's hat, "Your life is also false."

So false, just like this funny world, false, false, unreal.

The blades of the helicopter rotated at a high speed, and when it flew up under control, a strong wind swept across the entire roof.In the howling wind, a fisherman's hat escaped from the centrifugal force and drifted away tremblingly.

It will drift to that unknown distance, that is, the eternal lost place.

The author has something to say: I will try to write the sea of ​​clouds (fog) in two chapters