The next day, Gotham Court.

On this day, he was standing in the square outside the courthouse, and he had just seen on the bulletin board that the hearing was taking place in Courtroom No. 2 on the first floor.

It was still early, and he took out his mobile phone to look up all the pictures on the Internet about the building in front of him.

Court arrangements, judges' offices, staff offices, surveillance cameras, security arrangements, pedestrian access... This information was gathered in Feng Zhou's mind, and soon formed a 3D building.

In the information age, cameras are installed in almost every corner of the courthouse, but it is impossible to install them in utility rooms.

With the skill of sealing the boat, it is too easy to go from the courtroom gate to the utility room without being detected by the camera.

Feng Zhou changed into a cleaner's uniform, wore a mask and pushed a small cart full of cleaning tools, and sneaked into the office staff lounge openly, changed into a jacket inside, then put on a big scarf, and pasted a mustache on his upper lip.

"The hair stands on end, if it is replaced with a horse coat, it is like Lu Xun is alive, but I don't know if it has anything to do with Zhou Shuren. ”

Feng Zhou muttered to himself and walked out of the staff lounge, walking briskly around the corner, his eyes on the door of Court No. 2.

......

Dr. Jonathan Klein spoke eloquently from the witness stand: "...... It seems to me that Mr. Saz is a danger to himself and to others, and prison may not be the best place for his recovery......"

In his calm and calm recounting, the suspect Saz smiled slightly satisfied and sly, while the prosecutor Rachel Dawes was angry but could only say nothing.

As expected, when the evidence of the crime was conclusive, the suspect Saz still could not be put in prison, but went to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

Walking out of the courtroom, Rachel Dawes, who couldn't hold back her anger, quickly caught up with Claydon and said, "Dr. Klein, do you really think that a triad killer shouldn't go to jail?"

In the face of this accusation, Klein was indifferent for a long time, and said with a calm smile: "My mental assessment is not for fun, Miss Dawes. ”

Rachel Dawes intercepted him, a mocking sneer on his face: "Fercony's men, this is already the third person you have been diagnosed as crazy and sent to an insane asylum." ”

"It seems that the people who have a soft spot for triad work are crazy. "Klein is still personable.

"Or a bribe-taker!" Rachel Dawes said in his accussion.

How could this little play on words affect Klein? I saw him smile slightly, stopped, and looked at the prosecutor not far away: "Mr. Finch!"

"I think you should check with Miss Dawes to see if your prosecutor's office authorized him to charge me, get out!"

After saying this, Klein didn't look back at Rachel Dawes's darkened face at all, and continued to walk calmly.

As if in a hurry, a mustache walked over with a hurried head while holding a half-eaten hamburger, and with a bang, it crashed into Klein's arms, and half of the burger stained with cream, bread crumbs, and chicken nuggets spilled on the other party at once.

"You ......," Klein's brow furrowed immediately.

"Hug, I'm sorry, sir, I'm ....." Feng Zhou, who was disguised as a mustache, changed his face and stammered when he spoke: "There is a dry cleaner at the corner of the street, or I will help you ......"

"Forget it, sir. Although Klein frowned, he was still personable, stretched out his hand to separate the sealing boat, and said lightly: "I'll deal with it myself, you can leave." ”

He took a piece of paper from his purse, wiped it slightly, and headed for the bathroom.

The courthouse's restroom was decorated in a low-key luxury, and Klein unbuttoned his collar in front of the mirror, pulling out two or three pieces of white paper from the paper and wiping the grease back and forth on his clothes.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and it was the mustache.

Klein said, "Sir, you don't have to feel guilty, I'll take care of it myself." ”

"Actually, I'm not here for that, Dr. Klein. Feng Zhou sighed, took off the scarf, and said lightly: "You helped the murderer to free up, but you didn't just disappoint the prosecutors. ”

Klein's face sank, and he silently reached for the leather bag next to him.

However, Feng Zhou didn't give him time at all, he suddenly threw out his scarf, slapped it Klein's face, took a random step, flew up with a kick, and kicked Klein in the face fiercely.

The latter flew sideways and fell to the ground with a groan of pain.

Feng Zhou stepped forward and punched Klein in the abdomen, and as the latter's face turned purple and curled up into a shrimp, he rummaged through his purse and found a spray.

He carefully searched Klein's clothes, and found nothing other than his wallet or the like, so he grabbed the other party's leader, saw him drag into the compartment, open the toilet seat, and stuff the head of the black-hearted doctor into the water, "Exonerate the gangsters, it seems that your head should indeed be sober." ”

Dr. Klein had never encountered such an embarrassment, and all his composure turned into agony in an instant, the cold water in the toilet bowl poured into his nose, and the slightest bit of air could not be touched, and a feeling of suffocation near death came to his mind.

It took a minute for Feng Zhou to pull Klein's head out, where the attending doctor at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital lay there, gasping for breath and desperately breathing in the fresh air.

The delicately groomed hair with mousse has become messy, wet and sticking to the forehead, and the calm and graceful demeanor of the past has long since become embarrassed.

Feng Zhou pinched Klein's neck, held the bottle of spray in his other hand, and said with a smile: "This is the fear gas you use to deal with people, right? It seems that you really will never leave you, do I have to put on your hood, and then spray you with some poison gas, and then stuff you into the toilet, so that you can feel what is the real big fear?"

"No, I have money, I can give you money. Klein hurriedly whispered, his voice trembling slightly, and the reserved calmness of Rachel Dawes when he faced it all disappeared without a trace.

Feng Zhou turned the sprayer upside down, slammed it on Klein's head, and said, "Hehe, of course I know that you have a lot of money, not only do you help Carman Fellaini do things, but the Lars Al Gu behind you will not be stingy with rewarding you." But I don't have any money, so I don't even have a bank card, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your kindness, so what should I do?"

"What?" Crane shuddered.

The Shadow Warrior Alliance behind him is very secretive, even if it is Carman Ficoni, he only knows a little about it, but the mustache in front of him knows everything about it, how can he not be frightened?

It was as if he was naked, exposed to a knight in steel armor and iron armor, and could only be slaughtered.

His eyes rolled sharply, and he was about to organize a verbal answer, but Feng Zhou grabbed the other necks and stuffed his head into the toilet again.