Chapter 1159 Professor (Twenty-Two)

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 others. 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 that he was the best chemist in the world, and he would prove to me that the path of pharmaceutical chemistry was not feasible at all. He also said that I was the most common mediocrity on the street!"

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and 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! So, I said that he is a country bumpkin who ran away from a poor village. He probably has never read a newspaper, but he dares to speak so arrogantly. It's ridiculous!"

"You I've already said that he hasn't been in the newspapers, so why bother with him? Besides, he only dared to call me, and didn't even dare to show up. He was just showing off. "

Jonathan snorted coldly and said, "Now 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, aren't you just worried that I will cause trouble for Batman?" Jonathan turned over He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my target this time is not your favorite student. I am not interested in him now, but I must 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? The water purification device in my office has not been installed yet..."

Jonathan sneered disdainfully and said, "He thinks he Who is it, how much face does he have, that he can make me make a big fuss? "

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

Jonathan took the certificate issued by Schiller, walked to the door, and said disdainfully: "It's them that we should pay attention to."

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

Schiller instinctively turned his head to look out the window, and saw a huge mushroom cloud rising on the Gotham skyline. Judging 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 begin. This madman did not blow up the employees, but only leveled the chemical plant."

Jack lay on the ground and could not get up. He stood up with a smile after Gordon left, 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 car and suddenly hit something.

I believe many people also know that almost all truck drivers who drive night cars exceed the speed limit. Jack is particularly crazy in this regard. Not only is he overloaded, but he also exceeds the speed limit. Not only does he exceed the speed limit, but he also drives a heavy truck like a spaceship that is about to take off. The only difference between him and a rocket is that he does not need a countdown.

In this situation, hitting something is fatal. Jack's truck was a bit tattered to begin with, but the object 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 cannot 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, which means that 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 connectors on their legs were removed, which made it impossible for them to escape. They could only watch as a high-speed truck rushed towards them, and then they were rolled under the tires and heard the sound of their skulls being crushed.

There is no doubt that this is a kind of evil taste belonging to the murderer. Jack can think that the creator of the puppet must have promised their works that as long as they work hard, they can get their original bodies back. But after they dedicated their lives to their masters, they can only be hung on the wheels of the truck and die 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 dared to choose a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as his base. This is simply a shameless invasion! Batman still owes him a hundred dollars, and he doesn’t even have a building named Wayne as his base!

"So, you took the bombs and blew up the Wayne Chemical Plant?" Schiller asked Jack. Jack rubbed his nose hard and said unhappily, "My poor bombs. They were the result of my collection for a long time. They were originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"

"This damn idiot, this tasteless lunatic! He actually wasted so many of my good stuff!!" 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 said in a low and slow tone, "I know very well what kind of people these lunatics are. These guys who call themselves artists, but are actually mediocre and stupid, value their collections that are not worth mentioning 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 it is born, when it dies, and in what way it dies..."

"Artworks of the same type must have the same time and way of death. They will never allow their carefully created works to fail to complete the predetermined fate."

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

"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, hahahahaha!"

Schiller looked at Jack in silence. It was obvious that Jack was the kind of murderer who was good at torturing other serial killers, and he would kill people without mercy.

Schiller arranged Jack in the ward where Jonathan originally lived, which 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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