Chapter 2090: Knight's Night of Terror (34)

In the cold wind of the early morning, Robin stood at the window and watched Batman's plane take off. He knew that his next stop was Washington, and Barbara stood behind him, rocking the wheelchair to his side and said.

"Don't worry too much, he never bothers about such worldly things, we still have our own things to do."

"It's not that simple, Barbara." Robin looked back at Barbara sitting in the wheelchair and said, "Don't you think all this is very strange? We don't know who knocked out the whole city yet."

"Maybe we should go to the jail and ask the Scarecrow." Barbara sighed and said, "Besides him, who else would be so crazy?"

Robin's lips moved, but thinking that all his speculations were unfounded guesses, he had to walk to the sofa next to him, sit down and say, "Whether you believe it or not, I have a bad feeling that Batman's trip to Washington will not be smooth. We I have experienced too many unexpected things. "

Barbara naturally heard Robin's implication. She couldn't say that she had no speculation, but she still comforted him according to common sense: "Don't think too much. The most important thing now is to quickly restore the order of Gotham. Dick said he would stay, right?"

"He is always willing to help, but he has to go back to Blüdhaven first to make sure that everything is fine there. Do you want to go to the police station?"

"I will be on standby at the clock tower. As usual, I will inform you through the Sky Eye system where there is trouble to be dealt with. Remember to keep in touch."

After Barbara left, Robin sat there for a while with a heavy heart. Not long after, he found that Peter had left with Barbara.

Robin came to the monitoring room of the Batcave as quickly as possible. After finding that Dick was not there, he began to track Peter's whereabouts like a thief.

He saw that Batman's new assistant first followed Barbara to the clock tower. Of course, he didn't do anything there, just chatted with Barbara, but this looked more suspicious.

Then he went to the Gotham Police Department, which Robin had not expected. He did not do anything there, and chatted with Gordon, which was extremely suspicious.

As for his later visit to the Penguin's manor, it was not so surprising after these two things. Of course, he might have gone to beat up the Penguin, which made sense.

But after a while, something even more incomprehensible to Robin appeared. Peter began to wander around Gotham City.

He went to the northern island for a while, wandered around in the rooms and basements of various buildings, and then approached the Stagg airship, going in and out between the elevator and the porch.

What's even more strange is that this guy can actually crawl around on the wall, and he would dismantle the entrance of the ventilation duct and crawl in, causing Robin to lose his trace on the surveillance screen.

In most cases, human imitation of insect movements will not be very aesthetic, but will only appear very weird and remind people of some bad experiences.

If Robin had to describe Peter Parker's behavior in Gotham City, it would be like a cockroach in the room - you don't know what his purpose is, you only know how fast he runs and how scary he looks.

Robin swallowed and took two steps back. He wanted to call Nightwing to come and see this, but he remembered that he might still be in Blüdhaven. Just when Robin was considering whether to call Nightwing, Nightwing called him first.

"Hello, Tim." Nightwing's voice was a little electric. He said, "There are strange traces in one of my bases. The surveillance video has been deleted. I'm not sure what's going on. Maybe I can send you the information?"

Robin used his communication equipment to receive the information sent by Nightwing. The most eye-catching thing on it was the traces of the truck driving by. There was no license plate left, but the tire ruts could be used to roughly determine which company the truck was employed by.

Following this clue all the way down, there are not many suspicious objects, because most people in Gotham are anesthetized, and the only ones who can act are superheroes or super criminals.

Robin didn't think that any super criminal would be so idle as to drive this truck to Blüdhaven and sneak into Nightwing's base at this time.

Just as Robin was thinking about this problem, he heard a noise coming from the laboratory under the Batcave. When he walked down carefully and opened the door, he found that it was Peter Parker standing in front of the laboratory table.

Seeing him come in, Peter was startled and his eyes immediately moved away, but he immediately threw a set of protective clothing and said, "If you want to come in, put it on, but I advise you not to come in."

"What are you doing?"

"Some chemical analysis experiments... Wait, don't go any further." Peter stretched out a hand to stop Robin's step and said, "I don't know if you have recited the laboratory safety regulations, but either wear protective clothing or leave here."

Robin frowned deeply, he grabbed the door handle and looked at Peter and said, "You should know that Batman's laboratory has the most complete safety measures in the world, right?"

"There are no adequate safety measures in this world, only researchers who pay attention to safety." Peter said rather dissatisfiedly: "If you are not professional enough, then listen to me, this is responsible for your own life safety."

Robin's hand movements froze. Almost no one in the Bat Family would speak to him in this tone, not even Batman. Batman usually only told him "Wait outside, we will discuss this in half an hour."

But Robin did not rush in. He just stood at the door and asked: "What experiment are you doing?"

"I said, chemical analysis."

"I mean what to analyze specifically."

"A chemical substance that can be analyzed."

Robin looked at Peter speechlessly. Peter shook his head and said: "Sorry, I can't explain to you in detail what this thing is, because you can only know after analysis."

"If you want to come in and take a look, then put on the protective clothing. If you are not interested, leave, and then close the door. Don't forget to confirm the airtightness."

After speaking, Peter turned back and started to work on his own work.

Robin could see that he was not lying, and every point he emphasized to him was from the heart, but the biggest problem was what Peter was doing now.

Robin didn't have chemical paranoia, and didn't think that chemical experiments were evil, but if this experiment was really harmless, why didn't Peter do it when Batman was there? Why did he have to wait until he left before doing it alone in the lab?

But Robin did not have a chemistry-related education background. He knew that if he rushed in rashly, he would not be able to understand what Peter was fiddling with in a short time, and it might arouse vigilance and alert the enemy.

So he chose to take a step back, and after exiting the door, he closed the door for Peter, but turned around and went to the monitoring room to record the process of Peter's experiment.

There are really not many famous chemists in Gotham, and even fewer are still awake now. In the end, Robin came to Scarecrow's cell.

Before going to court, all criminals will be detained in the police station. Considering the danger of Gotham criminals, the cells of the Gotham Police Station are located in the basement of the police station, with strict security. At least it is unlikely that criminals like Scarecrow will successfully escape from prison.

After telling Gordon about his purpose, Gordon arranged a safe room for Robin. Scarecrow knew that he could not escape, so he did not talk too much with Robin.

"Take me directly to Arkham. I have to choose a good room, so that when you throw those messy people in, you will not beat the gongs and drums on my floor again." Scarecrow said impatiently: "We all know the outcome of going to court, so let's skip this red tape."

Although Robin was a little angry at his fearless attitude, he knew that he had something to ask of others. Although he did not agree, he did not say much and threw the disk with Peter's experimental process in front of Scarecrow.

Scarecrow picked it up with some doubts and turned it in his hand. Robin took out a micro projector and Scarecrow inserted the disk slowly.

In the dim room, the projector light flickered. Scarecrow did not concentrate at first. He lowered his head and played with his cuffs, mumbling to himself.

But soon he was attracted by the picture on the screen. Robin could see from the expression of the scarecrow that he must know something.

The scarecrow reached out and stopped the projection and rewound the tape. The camera stopped on a notebook with some words written on it. The words were blurry and the words made Robin feel unfamiliar, but the scarecrow obviously didn't think so.

After watching it several times, the scarecrow raised his head slightly, his face showed a look of understanding, and then he showed a sneer that Robin was very familiar with.

"Good boy." The scarecrow said.

"You'd better not hide anything from me. You know I can see through every lie of yours." Robin said in a calm tone.

"And you don't have to deliberately imitate Batman. You know you are not him, and no one in this city is afraid of you." The scarecrow hit back unceremoniously.

His hands were handcuffed and his leg cuffs were fixed to the stool, so he could hardly move. Looking at Robin walking towards him, the scarecrow did not show any fear.

"Of course you can beat me up, but if you beat me into the hospital, no one can stop this kid."

Robin paused and frowned. He stood on the other side of the table, staring at the Scarecrow and said, "I hope you can give me some evidence to prove that you are the best chemist in this city, not just talking nonsense."

"If you continue to be so unrepentant, I will arrange your room downstairs from Two-Face, and you will hear the sound of coins falling all day long."

The Scarecrow snorted coldly and muttered a few more words. He said, "You haven't learned one tenth or one twelfth of Batman, but I can really help you. I have to let this kid named Peter Parker know that I am the most professional chemist in this city."

"So what is he doing?"

"Chemical analysis."

"Be more specific!" Robin said through gritted teeth.

"He is analyzing a 'virus'."

Robin widened his eyes.

The scarecrow crossed his fingers in front of him and said while thinking: "He should be analyzing its infectiousness. What he wrote in his notes is very unusual. I can only tell you that it is the result of immunostaining of a certain virus."

"What is the result?"

Unexpectedly, the scarecrow thought for a few minutes before answering in a cautious tone that Robin had never heard before.

"It may be a kind of prion, but I need to get a specific image of the cerebral cortex characteristics to speculate which one it is."

"What does this virus cause?"

The scarecrow looked at Robin as if he was looking at an illiterate, but he still curled his lips and replied: "As far as you can understand, it usually makes people crazy."