Chapter 2610: Whistling Down (Sixty-Eight)

Chapter 2584 Xiaoxiao down (sixty-eight)

After Schiller returned home, he moved the messy table football table that he didn't know how to put together and had been blown up to the side of the backyard garden. After putting together the brackets and base, he put the remaining parts and tools away. Inside, a temporary tool table was made.

The metal parts were still enough, and the tools were not worn out, but the fishing line and rope were not enough, so Schiller sent a text message to Martin and asked him to bring enough consumables within half an hour.

There were some urgent things to do tonight, so Schiller put on his boots in the garden tool room, then picked up the plastic raincoat hanging on the porch and put it on.

The weather cooperated with the drizzle. Schiller opened the door to the backyard and looked at the asphalt road in front of him reflecting the light of the street lights under the rain.

At the end of the street, the beam of flashlight flickered. Schiller stood on the side of the road for a while and heard shouts coming from there.

"Hey, sir? What's up?! What's the matter?"

A figure ran towards this side through the rain. It was Clay who had just knocked on the door and counted the residents.

"It's nothing, it's just that my car broke down and the repairman couldn't come due to the weather conditions. I was waiting for my friend to send me parts."

"What's wrong with the car?" Clay dimmed the flashlight a little and said, "Can you repair the car?"

"I won't. My friend will. He should be here in a moment."

As he spoke, the light of car lights appeared at the end of the rain curtain, and a somewhat dilapidated classic car parked on the side of the road. Martin opened the door and came down, carrying a big bag in his hand, holding up the umbrella with some difficulty, and facing Schiller Waved.

"Is this your friend?"

"Yes." Schiller walked over and asked, "You didn't bring the jack?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, and after seeing Schiller's eyes, he said, "Oh, my God, I was so busy that I forgot."

"Do you think the two of us can lift the car?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. How about I go back and get it," Martin said.

"Forget it, it's too late. It seems I can only take the subway to work tomorrow." Schiller took Martin and prepared to walk back.

Clay stopped them and said, "I think I can help. Which building do you live in?"

Clay pointed to Schiller's house, Schiller nodded, and Clay said, "I've finished my work today, and I think I can help."

Schiller could clearly feel that the logic of this Clay's behavior was a little different from the previous one. He guessed that after the previous Clay's data was sent back, the program engineer in charge of the software realized that the police in this city were different from other cities. The same, so his behavioral logic was adjusted.

The vast majority of police officers in the United States are law enforcement officers. They only protect the interests of the government, but they have no desire to enjoy themselves with the people, and they will not help citizens during duty hours.

However, in order to get along with the residents of Gotham, the Gotham police, under the leadership of Gordon, truly penetrated into the lives of citizens, giving citizens the concept of "calling the police if they have difficulties."

This also caused Clay, who used to adhere to the logic of agent behavior, to be incompatible here and look very abnormal. Now this is much more normal.

"It seems I have to express my gratitude." Schiller said: "Taking the subway will probably make me late, so let's go."

They entered through the backyard door again, but Clay found that there were no lights on either in the yard or in the room. The building was dark, and the yard was even more terrifyingly dark.

Schiller turned and walked toward the house, but Clay kept walking forward, missed his footing, and fell into a large hole in the center of the yard.

As he was struggling to crawl out, he was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out on the spot.

Schiller walked to the pit and fished him out. Martin hadn't reacted yet. He didn't know what happened that day, nor did he know that Clay was stimulated to go crazy and was shot dead by Gordon, so I don’t understand why Schiller suddenly became angry.

Schiller fished Clay out of the pit, took off his upper body clothes, and used a knife to make an incision along the spine. Sure enough, he found a lumbar joint that was different from ordinary people.

According to Gordon's forensic doctor's autopsy report on the other Clay, the other party's appearance of the clone was almost impeccable, and the interior was also surprisingly similar, but only the most important lumbar joints may be due to substandard materials or It's a design flaw. The shape here is different from ordinary people. After turning over the joint block, you can still see the mechanized structure under the joint.

Schiller removed the piece of bone in a few clicks, turned it over and saw that there was indeed a metal plate on the back and a small light on.

Schiller didn't think this was a design flaw, but rather a method used by Amanda. This thing was either a bomb or contained deadly toxins, and was a force threat device used to ensure that the clones could be disabled at any time.

Amanda is an extreme one-sided martial artist who hates all uncontrollable forces and believes that everything that does not operate within the rules must be eliminated. Everything that is perfect, powerful, and free from society should not exist. , everything must have a weakness.

So if this plan was created by Amanda, then there are no perfect replicators. Amanda will definitely find a way to give them a weakness so that they can be destroyed immediately when they lose control one day.

It sounds like a mental illness, but Amanda's logic has always been so smooth, perfectly in line with her life experience, and the personality formed by it is an answer that Bruce will not get wrong.

Schiller looked at the bone again and again, but didn't see anything special. At this time, the gray fog told him that there should be a device in the brain to simulate brain waves, and the simulation was almost flawless, so it was indistinguishable from the real thing.

Schiller had to open Clay's brain. Among the human organs, he had no special interest in the brain and didn't think it was a mysterious palace, so this precious organ was not properly preserved during the process of dismembering and disposing of the body, and was disposed of together with the internal organs.

Clay's brain was no different from that of an ordinary person, and even the texture of the brain was exactly the same. The only difference was that there was a small device mounted on the frontal lobe of the brain.

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Schiller picked up the thing and looked at it. It was still a metal block of unknown material. Gray Mist was sure that it was this thing that was constantly releasing signals that were identical to human brain waves.

Schiller did not rush to explore the structure of this thing, but collected it together with the lumbar bone block, and then started the real work.

"What are you doing? Come and help." Schiller looked at Martin and said.

Martin hesitated, but finally came over, took the hand saw from Schiller's hand and said, "If I knew that we were mainly doing this job, I wouldn't..."

"Think about it first."

"It's more expensive."

Martin didn't wait for Schiller's reprimand or perfunctory response. He heard Schiller ask, "The business scope of the second-hand trading market should be quite wide, right?"

Martin was a smart man. He immediately understood Schiller's implication and said, "It is indeed wider than ordinary people imagine. What kind of business do you want to do?"

"Do you know an organ dealer?"

Martin swallowed and looked down at the body on the ground.

Before, Clay was just knocked unconscious, but now he must be a corpse. After all, his brain is in Schiller's hands now.

"But they don't accept dead people." Martin said, "I don't understand their complicated medical terms, but dead people's organs are useless anyway."

"You should know that I know more about this than you do. You just need to tell me if you can find it."

"Yes, but they may be..."

"Tell them I have a big order."

"How big?"

"As big as you want."

After dealing with Clay's body, Schiller brought Martin and the ropes and fishing lines Martin brought to the lake again.

From this angle, Schiller could see the fence of his backyard. He saw a figure sneakily drawing a smiley face pattern next to the fence. If nothing unexpected happened, it was still the lingering clown.

Martin winked at Schiller and took out the crystal ball that was refilled with magic energy. Schiller signaled him to be patient and finish the task at hand first.

When Schiller threw everything away again, the clown's figure had disappeared. Schiller walked over to check the smiley face pattern and found a number written on it.

Schiller knew that meant the Joker would wait for him under the lamp post, but he was very busy tonight and had no time to care about the Joker. He was not Batman, who could put down all the important projects at hand to play with the Joker.

The next morning, Gordon's seven calls showed that the Joker must have been furious because he didn't wait for anyone last night.

Schiller sat on the bed and woke up a little. He picked up the phone and called Gordon back. Gordon yelled over there: "That lunatic killed two people last night!! And you were watching there!!!"

"Are you sure it's a person?" Schiller asked slowly.

"Uh... but... they are not from the police station... go ask when the forensic report can be given to me. Forget it, I'll go and see it myself."

Gordon hung up the phone, Schiller lay back on the bed and took a nap. When he got up to make breakfast, Gordon called again.

"Fortunately, these two guys are clones, but I don't understand if Amanda is going to send clones to occupy Gotham? How can the laughing madman who kills two people randomly on the street be a clone?"

"Because he didn't kill two people randomly on an ordinary street." Schiller glanced out the window and said, "Given Amanda's hatred for serial killers, if she really created so many perfectly disguised clones, who would she choose to surround them?"

"Of course it's you." Gordon gloated and said, "Maybe the whole community has been replaced by clones by her now. I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first."

After Schiller hung up the phone, he shook his head. It seemed that Gordon was very happy about him and Amanda fighting each other, and he could even tolerate the Joker wandering around the residential community.

Or Gordon didn't really experience the Joker's power. When the young Batman appeared, the Joker was not strong enough because he was equal to him in strength, and Batman was no longer Batman after his ability evolved, and the Joker didn't look like the Joker, so Gordon in this universe had never seen the Joker's cruelty at all.

He only saw the Joker as a serial killer similar to Schiller, not a terrorist who loved to cause big explosions or play games with Batman.

In the Gotham order maintained by Gordon, serial killers have a place. They are part of the Gotham ecosystem. In terms of destructive power, the seagulls flying in the sky are much stronger than them. In terms of the number of crimes, the number of major crimes committed by those motorcycle gangs, robbers and bank robbers is also much greater than them.

In addition to the mental pollution attribute of the crimes they commit, they do not cause much damage to the city's public security, because in other cities, people will be frightened by these mental pollution cases, which will cause panic, but not in Gotham. Gotham people are not afraid of such things, at most they feel disgusted.

Without this deterrent power, serial killers are far from being important criminals, so even if Gordon knows that people like Schiller, Jonathan, Valentine and the Joker are definitely not good people, he will not spend a lot of effort to deal with them.

Although it is cruel, with limited energy, Gordon must investigate those cases that are more likely to threaten ordinary people and those cases with wider impact. These things happen every day in Gotham, involving most of his time and energy.

If it were in the past, two bodies were thrown in front of the police station, and Gordon would have investigated just for the dignity of the police station.

But now Gordon's important subordinates all know the existence of clones. After learning that the two bodies were clones, everyone lost the motivation to investigate, and the case was let go so easily.

The Joker was furious.