"The death is the same, it can be confirmed that it is a serial killing." The inspectors performed an autopsy on the body and, after careful examination, came to a conclusion.

"That means we know who the murderer is now, but we just can't catch it, right?" The sheriff stepped out of the police car and looked at the body, saying.

"That seems to be the case now, Sheriff." A policeman said, rubbing his head.

"This fucking harlequin from Gotham, I'm going to give us a lot of trouble. We can't fucking catch it, are you guys kidding? The sheriff punched the wall next to him.

"I'm sorry, sheriff, we'll arrest that clown as soon as possible, you can rest assured." A police officer standing next to the sheriff saluted and said to the sheriff.

"Don't talk about this yet, my finger seems to be broken, I'll go to the hospital first, and you can catch him as soon as possible." Sheriff, I pointed my finger and walked towards the hospital.

"Well, where are we supposed to catch this ghost? Before I met him, I thought it was an urban legend of Gotham. "A police officer involved in the arrest of the clown was standing by and washing his eyes.

"Who knows, the point is to wear a protective mask the next time you go to arrest him." Another clown involved in the arrest wiped his nose with water and said to the other officers.

"The point now is, do you want to make this public?" A police officer leaning against a wall and smoking asked the officers, who rubbed their heads.

"If this incident is exposed, will it cause panic? That's the point of the matter. A police officer who was obviously a little older said.

"It's better to expose it, it can also cause some intimidation to these people, and there shouldn't be any more people who die like this person and go out." Another officer said.

"Hey, is it the Planet Daily, a new murder has happened, you guys come over for an interview." The police officer who had received Clark said.

"Clark, go to the police station again, hurry." The president of the newspaper shouted to Clark, who rushed out of the newspaper office.

"It's really fast." Miao Yue sat in the newspaper office, watching Clarke's figure running out, and unconsciously associated Clark's figure with Superman.

"No, it's a little worse in shape, but the width of the shoulders is about the same as Superman's." Miao Yue bit the pen and drew the approximate dimensions of Superman's figure in the notebook. Miao Yue pondered the similarities between Clark and Superman.

"They, Mr. Clarke, will come out shortly after Superman leaves. Is it a coincidence? The probability of this happening is already greater than 80%. Miao Yue continued to write in her notes.

"Damn, this thing clearly points to every piece of evidence, but why is every one so ambiguous?" Miao Yue rubbed her head and looked at the notes.

"Hey, boy, why didn't Clark take you this time?" Louise walked behind Miao Yue and asked.

"Mr. Clark is in a hurry, and I didn't follow this time." Miao Yue closed the notebook with a smile and looked at Louise.

"Oh, that's it, I'll lend me your notebook." Louise pointed to Miao Yue's notebook, and Miao Yue picked it up and handed it to Louise.

"Superman is Clark, that's a funny idea, but I told you that the possibility of Superman being Clark is very small, let's study someone else." Louise smiled and returned the note to Miao Yue.

"But isn't there a strong connection between the two?" Miao Yue took the notebook back and asked Louise suspiciously.

"But it's just a small probability, right? Isn't it. Louise waved her hand and said to Miao Yue, who only nodded after listening.

After Miao Yue saw Louise leave, Miao Yue leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. At this time, Miao Yue is in the flower shop in Gotham, and Pamela is watering Miao Yue's flowers.

"Is that it? It looks a little broken. Crane, who was opposite the door of Miao Yuehua's shop, asked the pig's face beside him.

"This is it, hidden in the forest, don't you know?" Pigface said to Crane, who nodded stunned after listening.

"Yes, but we thought he would hide so deeply, so we were a little curious." Klein said.

"Don't talk, I'll go in first." Pigface said to Crane, who nodded, and the two entered the flower shop together.

"Hello, what do you want?" When Pamela saw a guest come in, she walked up and said to the two of them.

"We want to buy some roses, thank you." Crane pointed to the roses and began to wander around the flower shop.

"Okay, do you want this one?" Pamela pointed to a rose in the depths of the pot and asked Crane, who smiled and nodded.

Pamela turned to pick up the scissors and cut the rose, and Crane slowly walked behind Pamela and pulled out the gun from his arms.

"Get up slowly, or I'll shoot." Crane put the gun to Pamela's waist and whispered to Pamela.

"Okay, okay." Pamela gradually got up, and Pigface immediately walked to Pamela's side, groped around him, threw his phone to the ground, and stomped on it.

"Sit in that chair, we'll ask you questions, and we promise we won't kill you." Crane whispered into Pamela's ear.

"Okay, the first question, do you know Miao Yue, just nod if you are yes, and shake your head if you don't." Pamela slowly sat down in her chair, and Crane pointed to Pamela's head.

"Very good, second question, does Miao Yue care about you?" Crane looked at Pamela and nodded, and then Crane asked a second question.

"Hey, Klein wait a minute, someone looks like they're coming." Pigface said to Crane, who hid under the counter while Pigface hid upstairs.

"Hello sir, what do you want to buy?" Pamela asked the comer with a cold sweat on her head.

"Nothing, I just want to buy some flowers and give them to my girlfriend." The visitor scratched his head and said to Pamela.

"You can buy some roses, ten for five dollars." Pamela said to the man, who thought for a moment before handing Pamela five dollars.

"Okay, please wait." Pamela took the money and turned around and cut out ten sticks, wrapped the roses and handed them to the man, who took the flowers and left the flower shop.

"Alright, let's move on." Crane then asked Pamela, who thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Okay, you're free." Crane removed the muzzle of the gun, and Pamela immediately ran out the door.

With a "thud" Pamela fell to the ground, and Crane's pig-faced walked up to her, put him in a fertilizer bag, and walked towards the old town.

"Why did we take her away?" Pigface asked Crane, who carried the bag, put it in the back seat of the car, and said to Pigface.

"Isn't that what we were going to do?" Crane sat in the passenger seat, looked at the bag and said.

"Isn't our plan to kidnap that kid?" Pig-faced drove the car and asked Crane, who smiled.

"Since that kid will let her take care of the flower shop, then that kid trusts this little girl very much, and then again, I saw this little girl in college." Crane said with a smile as he looked at the bag.

"Where did you find your bag?" Crane seemed to have found something on the bag and asked Pig Face.

"I found it casually, I saw that it said fertilizer, and I took it as an empty bag, what's wrong?" Pigface explained to Crane, who smiled after listening.

"It's nothing, it's just that I see a little blood on this bag." Klein said with a smile as he looked out the window.

"I see, it seems that he is very likely to be the same as us." Pigface smiled and said to Crane.

"Alright, it's time to get to the station, let's start moving things." Pigface parked in front of a dilapidated factory and got out of the car, intending to move Pamela in.

"Hey, uncle, if you don't pay some money, you are not allowed to park here." Several thugs came out of the depths of an alley, threatening them with knives.

"Okay, we'll pay for it." Crane walked over to the thugs, pulling something out of his pocket, and the thugs leaned forward and looked at Crane.

"That's the money I'm going to call." Crane pulled a sprayer out of his pocket and sprayed it at the thugs.

"Then, I'll pay the rest." Pigface dropped Pamela into the factory and dragged the thugs inside.