[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"I'll prove it to you," Dwight said with a confident smile, showing sharp teeth.

Fritz found a random corpse, and Dwight and his assistant put the corpse that was about the same size as Jerome on the laboratory table.

Various wires and tools are used on the corpse, various instruments are opened, "Ready"

Dwight looked crazy, put on thick black sunglasses, pulled down the switch, lightning and sparks flickered, and the crazy Dwight was as happy as witnessing his outstanding work.

Fritz saw the corpse's eyes move, followed by its fingers.

After the current subsided completely, about 10 minutes later, the corpse also slowly woke up, but it didn't seem to be very conscious, and it was stupid.

Fritz looked at Dwight questioningly.

"It's just a little aftereffect of the resurrection, just wait for a while." Dwight flattered him a little, regardless of the surviving dead who was still a little stiff.

"It's better like this," Fritz lowered her head and asked the resurrected person, "What's your name?"

"I" The resurrected person was a little confused, as if suddenly remembering, "My name is... Stuart, I'm obviously in..."

"OK," Fritz shot him in the temple, spattering Dwight's face with brain blood.

And Dwight not only was not dissatisfied, but laughed excitedly.

Then the muzzle of the dark gun turned to face him, and Fritz looked at him coldly, "I can't help but cut off your tongue if you laugh like that."

Damon and David pushed the cryogenic cabin containing Jerome's body over, and Dwight could not hide the distorted longing and excitement on his face until Fritz's sharp eyes swept over him.

Fritz pushed the unlucky ghost who had just been resurrected and was beaten to death off the experimental table, and Damon put Jerome on it, and the instruments and wires used just now were used on Jerome.

"Ding," "Boom," Dwight happily dubbed his movements while pressing the buttons of the instrument, and looked up at the girl, "We... everything is ready."

Fritz touched Jerome's cold, stiff and blue face, and stroked the corner of his smiling mouth, "You don't want to know what happens when you let me down, do you, Dwight?"

On the other side of the GCPD, Gordon and his old partner Harvey had a little disagreement. Harvey didn't believe that there were thousands of followers of Jerome, but thought that there were at most fifty lunatics, but this was not the case.

"I found out," Lucius trotted over and put a map of Gotham on the table, "you asked Dwight how to resurrect Jerome, that girl Melanie Blake, his test subject, she endured A voltage of thousands of volts, that kind of power..."

"It would cause a surge in the grid," Gordon added to Lucius.

"I was about to say that would cause a surge in the grid," Harvey added awkwardly.

"Here, at the junction of Ninth Avenue and Henry Street. When Melanie was resurrected, the power grid company recorded several power surges here. Just 10 minutes ago, there were multiple power surges, and it was still here." Lucius looked serious. , pointing out Dwight's secret base.

"I'm going to assemble the commandos,"

"I'm going to drive." Harvey and Gordon have been in tacit understanding for many years, and they assigned the task without even discussing it.

"Then I'll stay here." Almost in the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared. Lucius looked around and said to himself, "It should be fine."

But they didn't notice that a policeman secretly picked up the phone after Harvey said he had found Dwight's location.

It was Friz who received the call, and the policeman hung up the phone after briefly saying the news.

After answering the phone, Fritz took out the calling card and broke it off, "The police are coming, David and I will stop them, Damon, you stay here and watch, and take Jamie away after he comes back to life. "

After Fritz left, Dwight looked down at the data on the instrument, and began to fiddle with the wire on Jerome's body, "This one goes here."

He lay beside Jerome's face, begging a little, "Wake up, please, wake up."

And Damon next to him had already pulled down the safety of the gun, and Dwight begged for mercy, "I will succeed, I can revive him, really!"

And Dwight's assistant also came in at this time. Seeing that Jerome still hadn't moved, he asked in surprise, "He hasn't come back to life yet!"

Dwight glanced at Dimon, a little lacking in confidence, "I encountered some technical difficulties, and I can completely solve them."

"Is everything plugged in?"

"Yes," Dwight replied impatiently, checking the wiring.

"Try turning it on and off again."

"I tried three times!" Dwight shouted to the assistant in a suppressed voice because Damon was standing next to him.

"You've been telling us for the past year that the Prophet is coming back and people have sacrificed for it. I quit my good job at the post office and the police are coming and you promised to resurrect Jerome and the others wait to hear him Talking, they want to see his face, if you can't..."

Before the assistant finished speaking, Dwight poked him hard with a high-voltage wire. The poor assistant was blown away by the electricity, and the flames from the high-voltage electricity were still on his clothes.

Dwight looked at his dead body and stuck out his tongue mockingly, which inspired him, so he took it to heart.

"Damon, are you sure that dear Miss Fritz will notice you again when she sees the real Jerome?" Dwight could see what Damon was thinking, because where Fritz couldn't see, The man's eyes were full of possessiveness and love.

The gun in Damon's hand was already on Dwight's forehead, but he didn't panic because he could see that Damon had been shaken.

"I have a good idea, I can cut off Jerome's face and throw the body to the police. Then Fritz won't recognize who Jerome is, and the responsibility can be put on GCPD. There will be no more Jerome Mom, you will be the only one in Miss Fritz's life." Dwight's eyes flashed with excitement, and he even grabbed Damon's shoulders with both hands.

Dimon didn't speak, but the gun he put down made his decision clear.

Dwight smiled, picked up a scalpel and put it close to Jerome's forehead, licked the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, his eyes were crazy, "They want to see your face."

Fritz only brought a few people with her, and her firepower couldn't match Gordon's.When it was about the same time, Fritz left from the alley, and David led the people behind him and followed Fritz.

Without obstructions, Gordon and the others were unimpeded. After they rushed in, Dwight had already run away.

Gordon pointed a gun at Dwight's accomplice on the ground, Harvey could tell at a glance that he was dead, "This guy won't wake up, it looks like Dwight escaped pretty fast."

"Yeah, it's like they know we're coming." Gordon became suspicious and carefully observed the situation here.

Then they saw Jerome lying on the lab table, with some wires attached to his body, his face was bloody, his face had been cut off by Dwight, and he looked horrific.

"My God, is that Jerome?" Harvey looked a little startled, looking at Gordon, "Why did he cut his face off?"

But Friz, who returned to the "safe house" and waited for the return of the dead, did not wait for her lover. She looked deeply at Damon who was kneeling in front of her, "Where is he?"

"Dwight failed to revive him, GCPD rushed in, I can't help it..." Damon lied as usual.

"No," there was a click in the quiet room, "You're lying, although the GCPD part should be true."

Damon wanted to explain something, but with a gunshot, he only felt his brain was pierced, and then he lost consciousness.

"I trusted you so much, but you betrayed me." Fritz wiped the blood splattered on the gun with the corner of Damon's clothes, without looking back, "David, gather everyone, we have something to do today .”

But what Fritz didn't know was that Dwight cut off Jerome's face and used his appearance to win the support of Jerome's followers.

Those people wearing clown makeup and fancy clothes waited with great anticipation for Jerome's return. Some chatted happily, while others were skeptical.

"Brothers and sisters," Dwight said, coming down the stairs, "I promised you that Jerome would return, and today you will get your wish. Jerome is here."

People cheered and raised all kinds of weapons in their hands.

"Look, here comes the Prophet!" Dwight showed his true face, facing Jerome's blood-stained face.

When the people below saw that it was not the real Jerome, but Dwight wearing Jerome's face, they frowned and fell silent.

Dwight looked at the clearly disappointed and unsupportive crowd, his lips trembling with anger, and he pointed at himself, "The prophet is here."

"Where's Jerome?"

"Where's Jerome?"

Those rebellious young people began to be dissatisfied, and they were all clamoring for the real Jerome.

"Listen!" Dwight yelled. "Jerome is here. He never left us. Every one of you is keeping him alive."

He pointed to the quiet crowd, "Each of you is Jerome, I am Jerome, we are all... Jerome."

This brainwashing speech was undoubtedly a success. Those people stopped yelling and asking where Jerome was, and started yelling "I am Jerome".

"You're Jerome," Dwight said, pointing to the people below, "so are you, and so are you."

"We are Jerome, we are Jerome!"

The group began to raise their weapons in a disciplined manner, shouting after Dwight together.

In GCPD, the police put Jerome on the bed in Xiaolai's autopsy room, and the white cloth covering Jerome oozes blood on his face.

Xiao Lai put on plastic gloves, lifted the white cloth, turned around to get things, and didn't see Jerome behind him moving his fingers.

Gordon and Lucius felt that there was an insider in the police station, and Gordon tricked out the police officer who called Fritz, Andrew Duff.

The policeman, who had been conquered by Jerome's ideas, just laughed madly in the face of Gordon and Harvey's beatings, even if he was about to be beaten to death.

At this time, Xiao Lai gave Andrew a shot of Veritaserum, and because of this, there was another quarrel with Gordon.

And Harvey also got the news from Andrew that Dwight was going to Channel 9 to publish something on the Six O'Clock News.

They called the people from the TV station immediately and asked them to evacuate, but it was too late.

"No one wants to leave!"

Dwight and his small group stormed the TV station, killing several people and surrounding the crew.

He stood on the table, "We still have a show, everyone!"

"You all know the show has to go on," Dwight said, raising his gun and firing at the ceiling of the studio, sparks from the broken lights fell on the terrified people.

And Dwight and those lunatic youths laughed.

Xiao Lai, who had just returned to the autopsy room after a big fight with Gordon in the police station, saw a policeman's body lying on the ground when he entered the door, but Jerome, who was supposed to be on the bed, disappeared.

"Whatthe-(What)"

Before she finished speaking, the door behind her was suddenly pushed open, and Jerome, whose face was bandaged, covered her mouth from behind Xiao Lai, with the gun in his other hand pointing to her head.

Jerome patted the gun in the other with one hand, "Well, that's quite a story. (This is really exciting)"

"I know I just came back from the dead, but don't you think it's crazy?" Jerome was not as interested as he said after listening to Lai's account of what happened in the year after his death. .

"Maybe you are dreaming, try to shoot yourself." Xiao Lai looked at Jerome with disgust, trying to solve him while his mind was still unclear.

Jerome seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of this suggestion, looked at the gun in his hand, and pressed it to his temple.

Then put it down like a joke, pointing the gun at Xiao Lai, she dodged unconsciously, who knows if this lunatic will shoot her.

"Tell me about this cult again," Jerome said excitedly. "They think I'm awesome, don't they?"

Xiao Lai was very disdainful, "They are a bunch of lunatics and idiots."

"Crazies and idiots." Jerome stood up disapprovingly, "it happens to be my kind."

He took a few steps, twisting strangely like a robot with rusty joints. Before Xiao Lai could figure out what was going on, he pointed the gun at Xiao Lai again, "Sorry."

Pointing to his head, "My head is still a little dizzy."

The muzzle of the gun was close to Xiao Lai, and she dodged, "After all, I was reborn, last year was a darkness, everywhere I looked."

Jerome stared fixedly at Xiao Lai, the bandage on his face was soaked in blood, he showed a bloody smile, and suddenly became agitated, "I know you, right?"

"yep."

"DidyouandIever, uh...(You and I...)" Jerome didn't say it explicitly, but he pushed his cock.

Xiao Lai closed his eyes in disbelief, and said disgustedly, "My God, no!"

"Why, don't you like red-haired boys?" Jerome suddenly grabbed Xiao Lai's neck, pointing the gun at her chin, "I remembered, you belong to Jim Gordon..."

Jerome stuck out his tongue. "Girlfriend."

Xiao Lai didn't correct her and Gordon as they are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, "Take it easy."

"How are you and Jim?" He let go of Lai, "are you still together?"

"It's gone," Lai said, avoiding the gun in Jerome's hand indiscriminately.

"No." He seemed to regret the lack of happy ending love between these two people, "It's a pity, I like you couple very much."

Hearing this, Xiao Lai quietly rolled his eyes.

Jerome supported Xiao Lai with one hand, playing the role of an intimate psychiatrist, "What's going on?"

"He killed my husband on my wedding night."

Jerome widened his eyes and laughed.

"I'm glad you thought that was funny," but Lai's livid face gave the opposite answer.

"Ido. Ido. (It's funny, it's funny)." Jerome laughed and stopped like a brake. "I understand why you don't think so."

He pushed Xiao Lai's chin with a gun, but laughed in circles, "I missed a lot of things after I died."

"You know? Have fun." Xiao Lai pointed at the door indifferently, "There are more than 100 policemen outside the door, just waiting to kill you again."

Jerome stopped laughing, "That makes sense, it's a thing, I was trying to kill Bruce Wayne the last time I was alive."

He turned his gun and looked at Lai, "I don't think I could..." He drew his voice, "No, that's right, Theo Galavan killed me, that traitor."

Jerome was still angry at the mention of Theo Galavan, "Then I should kill him first."

"Theo Galavan is dead."

Jerome was disappointed because the goddamn bastard should have died in his hands screaming, "Who got it first."

"Which time"

"Galavan has also been resurrected." Jerome was not very happy.

"Mm-hmm."

"Mm-hmm that bastard always steals my show, so I'm only one step away."

The gun was pointed at Lai again, but this time seriously, and Jerome strangled her neck and leaned close to Lai, looking like a lover and whispering, "Where's my face?"

"You really let me down, Jamie." The door of the autopsy room was opened at some point, and Friz was leaning against the door, her voice trembling with tears and a little angry.

Xiao Lai looked at her in disbelief, while Jerome was a little confused, "You..."

Seeing Jerome's gauze-wrapped face, Fritz ignored the gun pointed at her in Jerome's hand, and quickly walked up to him, wanting to touch it but daring not to touch it, "What's wrong with your face?" up"

Thinking of the damned Dwight, Fritz gritted her teeth, "I shouldn't have let Damon die so easily! And Dwight raised by that female cousin!"

"Wow, it looks like this lady knows where my face is"

Fritz looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled brightly, "Jamie, if you still want to play this kind of boring game, I won't be polite to you."

"Boring." Jerome spread out his hands boredly, which happened to be convenient for Fritz to hug him and bury her face in his chest.

"I miss yousomuch." Fritz said softly in a voice that only she could hear.

"So, it's time to get my stuff back."

Fritz poked her head out and said to Xiao Lai, who was still holding out hope, "I'm sorry, dear Xiao Lai, I have dealt with all the policemen outside. You are lying, there are not so many policemen outside."

After speaking, he looked at Jerome flatteringly like a puppy.

It's true that most of the police force was drawn to arrest Dwight, and who would waste so many police officers looking at a dead man?

Gordon and his team who went to arrest Dwight didn't know what happened at the police station. The hostages were strapped with grenades connected to the gate, which stopped Gordon and the others outside.

The case of hostage kidnapping on Channel 9 is being shown on TV.

Dwight was putting on makeup, but it was a waste of vanity, and it was Jerome's face that people would see anyway.

"It's time for us to show our true selves Gotham will remember," Dwight sat up straight, and unfolded the paint brushes he was applying. "No, history will remember."

"Dwight, the police are outside." A timid "clown" in red ran over with a phone, "Detective Gordon is calling."

Instead, Dwight became excited. "It's like the time he called Jerome outside the Children's Hospital benefit gala."

He couldn't wait to pick up the phone, "Hello, Jim."

"Shut up, Dwight, we surrounded the building, there is no way out, release the hostages!"

"Are you out there?" Dwight said the same thing Jerome had said. "You're out there, aren't you? God!"

After speaking, he laughed, and the people around him also laughed.

"They won't follow you, Dwight, I saw you in the theater, you don't have that ability."

"Relax, Jim, I haven't touched a hair of your beautiful girlfriend yet." Dwight was still parodying Jerome, and everyone else was laughing, only the red dress stopped.

"You're just repeating what Jerome said to me last year." Gordon circled outside the building.

"I am Jerome."

"No, no, you're an understudy pretending to be the main character, you're a liar."

"No! I'm Jerome, I'm Jerome!" Dwight was irritated by Gordon, "Soon, the whole of Gotham will know."

"I want to say something, you did something that Jerome didn't, which made me feel bored." Gordon was both contemptuous and mocking.

Harvey quickly found a weak point in the building's defenses, allowing access through the ventilation system.

"Four, three, two, one."

Dwight's live stream begins.

He was sitting on the table in the live broadcast room, and the background wall was covered with weird smiling faces.

"Brothers and sisters, my name is Dwight..." Dwight stopped uncomfortably and coughed, imitating Jerome's way of speaking and voice, he raised his head and looked directly at the camera, "My name is...Jerome, history will Call tonight..."

And Jerome, who was also watching the show, had already changed into a police uniform, "Look, there is no charm, no stage presence."

Jerome looked at the impostor against his face and said darkly, "But he's pretty handsome, isn't he?"

He put on his police cap, and laughed twice, "Doctor, keep watching, don't miss the next good show."

Before leaving, Fritz patted the face of Xiao Lai who was tied up, and followed Jerome with a smile.

The man who was crossing the road was suddenly hit by a car, and he yelled and grabbed the lights of the police car.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." Jerome shouted back, but the words were not convincing.

Then the man was thrown down quickly, and the screams soon disappeared, and there were pedestrians behind screaming to help the unlucky ghost.

Fritz followed Jerome and laughed happily, "That'sinteresting."

Gordon and Harvey led people into the building through the ventilation ducts, and quickly resolved this layer of defense.

"The prophet said we were all prisoners, enslaved by a city that didn't love us, but tonight, tonight, we will rise We are all Jerome!"

Dwight, who didn't know the police had come in, talked about standing on the table excitedly, "Every one of you is Jerome, it's true, we are all Jerome, we are all..."

Before the live broadcast was over, it was interrupted by gunshots. Many of Dwight's minions were killed, and he was still thinking about cutting off the signal.

Dwight, who was still trying to escape, was swooped to the ground by Gordon, and Gordon handcuffed him, but Dwight did not give up, "You can't do this, this is the night of awakening, this is the night of awakening!"

"Not anymore." Gordon pulled him up, and the camera showed Gordon arresting Dwight.

Dwight was arrested and Jerome's face was in an evidence bag, but the believers who were taken away were still shouting at him, "We love you." "We love you, Dwight."

Maybe one of the things Dwight had a little success with was that at least these guys remembered his name, despite still being linked to Jerome.So, Dwight is complacent.

Gordon and Harvey were discussing the follow-up work, and then the phone in Gordon's pocket vibrated. It was Lai.

"Xiao Lai, what's the matter?"

"Jim, I don't know how it's possible," Lai was rescued by the police officer who found her, "but Jerome is alive, and I think he will go to Dwight."

Gordon hung up the phone in a panic, turned to Harvey and asked, "Where's Dwight?"

"I saw a policeman take him there, what's the matter?"

Looking at the anxious Gordon, Harvey followed him to the police car, only to see the body of a police officer with a knife stuck in his chest.

"Sit tight, Dwight, you're still busy tonight." Jerome asked him with the face covered in the evidence bag in his hand, "What is this?"

With a bloody smile, "This guy is so funny."

Dwight sat tremblingly in the back seat of the car, looked at Jerome who was laughing wildly, and Fritz who was humming, and swallowed secretly.

Instead of going back to Fritz's base, he went to a power station.

Jerome nailed his face back with the stapler, so painful that he slapped the oil can so hard that Dwight shuddered at the sight.

Fritz knew she couldn't stop it. Although there was a better way, Jerome just didn't accept it.

The last touch, although it was such a sharp pain, Jerome showed an expression of enjoyment, "How does it look?"

It wasn't Frize who asked, Dwight flinched, not at all complacent, "Very good, it looks good."

Jerome's still smiling face sank suddenly, and he approached Dwight, "You won't lie to me, Dwight."

"No," replied quickly and obsequiously, Dwight swallowed in fear and smiled forcedly, "It looks fine."

Jerome turned and left to straighten a chair. Dwight heaved a long sigh of relief and said cautiously, "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry" Jerome was a little confused, and he walked back, "How can I be angry?"

"That's right, the matter of cutting your face off," Dwight looked at Jerome tentatively.

"Buddy," Jerome picked up the video camera Fritz had prepared, and handed it to Dwight halfway, "You resurrected me."

Jerome touched Dwight's smirking face, looking very sincere, "Among friends, cutting off your face is nothing."

Dwight felt relieved, and followed Jerome's words, "That's true."

"Youguessedright. Bingo." Jerome threw up a small part, then caught it, and finally dropped it.

Dwight looked at the explosives under the cart and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"Ha," Jerome said blankly, "you'll see." Then he whistled the Lingerjingle while pulling the cart.

The TV was broadcasting the news about the theft of the news van, and then a flash of snowflakes flashed, and the hostess turned into Jerome's scarred face, "Tasting.Testing."

The black-and-white picture quality and Jerome's low tone sounded like a horror video, "Is it on the air? Can you hear it? Don't worry, let's start."

"Hi," Jerome greeted first, "Some of you may know that I'm dead."

Jerome shook his head boredly, "But listen to me, death is boring."

His eyes are like poisonous snakes, able to pass through the thin TV screen, entangle you and torture you, "But resurrection, it will have a different reaction."

The cut corner of the mouth looks like it keeps smiling all the time, and it is extremely scary under the flickering light and shadow and snowflakes.

"Death will make you look at life with a new eye," Jerome pointed at the camera as if pointing at everyone who was watching. He walked up to Dwight, who was strapped with bombs all over his body, and pointed at Those outside the TV audience bowed.

"I want to share my opinion with you," he pointed at Dwight, who was wearing a police cap, and touched his face. "Officer, you look terrible."

As if by magic, he took out a lighter from behind Dwight's ear, "Tonight, in Gotham, in the dark, there are no rules."

"So, tonight, Gotham can do whatever it wants and kill whoever it wants."

It seemed to be a sequela of resurrection, Jerome twisted his neck, and then returned to normal, "When tomorrow morning comes," he approached the camera and lit the fuse of the explosive, "You will also..."

Sparks flew from the fuse, and Jerome dropped the fuse cheerfully. "Rebirth."

Jerome stopped when he walked up to Dwight, "Also, you are..."

"Dwight," said Dwight, who was bleeding from Friz's head when he resisted, still holding out a glimmer of hope.

"I don't forgive you for cutting my face," Jerome pointed to his own face, and then laughed out loud, shrieking laughter that echoed throughout the house.

Fritz followed Jerome and said to Dwight, "Sodo I."

Even though Gordon already knew where Dwight was, he couldn't catch up and stop him.

Gordon ran to the top of the police station building, and saw flames erupting from the other side of the river in the distance, and the surrounding buildings lost their light one by one.

It's a dark night, and no matter what you do, no one will know.As Dwight said, this is a day that will be remembered in history, the darkest day in the history of Gotham.

The author has something to say: I actually really want to get stuck in the part of the car, but I really can’t write any more. After staying up for three nights in a row, I’m really afraid that I will die suddenly. There will be a baby carriage in the next chapter .

Regarding face cutting, I actually have two thoughts.One is that face cutting and resurrection completely tore away Jerome's human nature, making him more chaotic and more sinful, but it shows that Jerome is not a person, but a concept, and everyone can become a Jerome. Roma, or with him as a benchmark, like Dwight, it is impossible to win support only by face, but to use that idea to conquer the group of believers.