Chapter 1149 Professor (XII)

Schiller strode into Jonathan's room, looked at him seriously and said: "The nurse said that you are irritable again and have a tendency to hurt people. What's going on? Haven't we ordered a newspaper for you?"

Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, looking very anxious. As soon as Schiller took a step closer, he seemed a little alert, but after finding out it was Schiller, he relaxed a little and said: "I've had enough!!"

"A country bumpkin who ran out of some remote place dared to provoke me?! Wait, I will let him know sooner or later that his little kung fu is not worth mentioning in my opinion!"

"What's wrong?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

Jonathan said angrily: "Last night, a fool who called himself Professor V called me. He said he was the best chemist in the world and that he would prove to me that the path of pharmaceutical chemistry was not feasible. He also said that I was the most common mediocrity on the street!")

Schiller was stunned for a moment, then said: "Professor V, who is that?"

"Who knows? He has never been in the newspapers and he certainly has never done any decent cases! That's why I said that he is a country bumpkin from a remote area who has probably never read a newspaper. How dare he speak so arrogantly, it's ridiculous!"

"You said he has never been in the newspaper, why bother with him? Moreover, he only dared to call, and he didn't even dare to show up, and he was just showing off. Knife

Jonathan snorted coldly and said: "Nowadays, anyone dares to call himself a professor! No, I want to see why he dares to be so arrogant? Give me a discharge certificate, I want to meet him!"

"No, your mental state is unstable now. After you go out, if you are stimulated by something, it will ruin the reputation of the hospital. "

"Okay, I know, you're just worried that I'll cause trouble for Batman, right?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my target this time is not the favorite student of the price. I'm not interested in him now, but I have to make that idiot who provoked me pay the price!"

Seeing Jonathan's manic state, Schiller sighed, grabbed the medical record book from the side and started writing. While writing, he warned, "It seems that if I don't let you out of the hospital, you will escape from prison."

"However, we have to make three rules. You should not poison the whole city when you settle your personal grudges, right? The water purification device in my office has not been installed yet..."

Jonathan sneered disdainfully and said, "Who does he think he is? How much face does he have to make me make a big fuss?"

"Okay, okay, I know you are the most powerful chemist. "Schiller said perfunctorily, tearing off the paper and handing it to Jonathan, and then said: "I heard that many guys who have been in the newspapers have entered Gotham, you'd better pay attention."

Jonathan took the certificate from Schiller and walked to the door, saying disdainfully: "It's them that should be paid attention to. Blade

After sending Jonathan away, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his office. As soon as he sat down on the chair, he heard a loud "boom".

Schiller instinctively turned his head and looked out the window. He saw a huge mushroom cloud rising on the Gotham skyline, and from the direction, it should be the Wayne Chemical Plant.

Less than half an hour later, Gordon brought Jack the Clown to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and threw him on the ground, then said: "Thanks to the broccoli, the ground of the chemical plant was destroyed and construction could not start. This madman did not blow up the employees, but just leveled the chemical plant."

Jack lay on the ground and could not get up. It was not until Gordon left that he stood up with a smile and looked at Schiller and said: "You know what? I did a great good thing!"

Before Schiller asked, Jack began to stamp his feet and curse. From his trivial words, Schiller figured out what was going on. The story still had to start with the invasion of Gotham by broccoli.

Giant broccoli growing in the city would definitely destroy the ground, and all buildings were built on the ground. After the ground was destroyed, many buildings became dangerous buildings and had to be renovated.

However, to build a house, you need building materials, and to have building materials, you need heavy trucks to transport the materials. In recent days, truck drivers have been busy like crazy, basically staying up all night to take orders and work, and Jack is no exception.

Since his little bat hurt his heart last time, Jack decided to have a cold war with him. He believed that Batman would be very lonely without him, and maybe he would even cry in his bed.

But he could take this opportunity to make a lot of money. When Batman comes to the slums again, he can bury Batman with money.

When he thought that such a day would come, Jack was full of energy, but just last night, he was driving a night truck and suddenly hit something.

I believe many people also know that almost all truck drivers who drive night trucks exceed the speed limit, and Jack is particularly crazy in this regard.) Not only overloaded, but also speeding, not only speeding, but also driving a heavy truck like a spaceship preparing to take off. The only difference from a rocket is that he does not need a countdown.

In this situation, hitting something is fatal. Jack's truck was a bit tattered, but the thing he hit was of good quality. It was rolled under the tire and stuck the tire, and the car could not run on the spot.

Jack got out of the car and took a look, and he was furious. He hit a person, but to be precise, it was not a person, because it was a puppet made of human limbs. The human limbs had basically no strength, but the connecting parts were extremely strong, and the wheel hub of Jack's truck was stuck and deformed.

Jack's temper can't be said to be gentle and polite, but it can only be said that he explodes at the slightest touch.

Originally, night trains were urgent, and they were rushed and earned a lot. If the car broke down, not only would the goods not be shipped, but it might also offend the single owner. Jack was more angry if he endured it for a while, and more and more he would lose if he took a step back.

He dragged the puppet out from under the tire, reassembled the limbs that had almost been crushed into minced meat, and also checked the welding part of the connecting parts.

Then, he determined that the production cycle of this horror puppet must be very long, that is, the creator must have a special base to store various spare parts.

After dawn, Jack found a towing company to tow the truck away, but when he returned to the truck driver's base, he heard that many drivers who drove at night encountered this kind of puppet. There were at least seven or eight such accidents in one night. )

After Jack followed the location mentioned by these truck drivers, he checked all the puppets and found that they had a common feature, that is, the degree of decay of the limbs was relatively high and almost unusable.

Jack knew that this was probably some kind of ritual. The creators of these puppets deliberately threw them on the road so that they could use the speeding trucks to grind the puppets that had no use value into minced meat, just like scrapping a piece of garbage for free.

Jack also found that among all the limbs, the brain was the freshest, that is, these puppets were awake and conscious before being crushed.

But the joints on their legs were removed, which made it impossible for them to escape. They could only watch a high-speed truck rushing towards them, and then they were rolled under the tires and heard the sound of their skulls being crushed.

Undoubtedly, this was a kind of evil taste of the murderer. Jack could imagine that the creator of the puppet must have promised their works that as long as they worked hard, they could get their original bodies back. But after they dedicated their lives to their masters, they could only be hung on the wheels of the truck and died without leaving any residue.

After analyzing the locations of these accidents and the degree of corruption of all the bodies, Jack quickly deduced that the base of the puppet maker was the famous Wayne Chemical Plant.

Now, Jack was even more furious. The other party actually dared to choose a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as their base. This was simply a shameless invasion! Batman still owed him a hundred dollars, and he didn't even have a building named Wayne as his base!

"So, you took the bomb and blew up the Wayne Chemical Plant?" Schiller looked at Jack and asked. Jack rubbed his nose hard and said very unhappily: "My poor bombs, they are the results of my collection for a long time, originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"

"This damn idiot, tasteless lunatic! He actually wasted so many of my good things!!" Jack began to curse again.

Schiller sighed slightly and asked: "Did you blow him to death?"

"How should I know?" Jack said unhappily, but then he curled his lips and said: "Whether he is dead or not, his works are definitely ruined, but this is probably more painful for him than taking his life."

Suddenly, Jack calmed down again, and he said in a low and slow tone: "I know very well what kind of people these lunatics are. These guys who call themselves artists are actually mediocre and stupid, and they value their insignificant collections the most."

"They enjoy manipulating the fate of others. After each work of art is created, they will definitely arrange a dramatic fate for it, when to be born, when to die, and in what way to die..."

"The same type of Artworks should have the same time and manner of death. They will never allow their carefully created works to fail to fulfill their predetermined destiny. "

"And now, a big explosion blew them all up to the sky. With a bang, half a lifetime of hard work went down the drain!" A cruel smile appeared on Jack's face. He smiled in a low voice and said:

《The puppets made of delicate female limbs and the puppets made of rough dock workers' limbs are all mixed together and can no longer be distinguished from each other... It's really sad to think about it. If their owners saw this scene, they might cry out of anger, hahahahahaha!"

Schiller looked at Jack in silence. It was obvious that Jack was the kind of killer who was good at torturing other serial killers, and he also killed people to destroy their hearts.

Schiller arranged Jack in the ward where Jonathan originally lived. It was a special vision ward. If there was any problem, doctors and nurses could arrive as quickly as possible.)

Afterwards, Schiller went to help check on those crazy citizens who had not yet recovered. After a busy day, the night seemed unusually quiet. Jack took his medicine obediently and fell asleep early. Schiller thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, less than two hours after he fell asleep, he heard a loud "bang" from upstairs, followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Schiller got up from the bed in a daze, opened the window, and looked up. A huge figure with a crocodile head and crocodile tail jumped onto the balcony, holding two kitchen knives and roaring at the inside.

"You damn guy!!! You blew up the chemical plant! You made me lose my job! I'm going to kill you!!!"

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