"So you just finished drinking and saw this corpse?" A policeman came over and questioned the three drunks.

"Yes." The three drunks nodded in unison, and this time the police ignored them and went out during the curfew hours and began to check the officer's identity.

"That's right, it looks like he's it, I remember he had to go home half an hour ago." The policeman closed his eyes and recorded it in his notebook.

"The identity of the deceased has been established, he is on duty at the police station, and it appears that he was taken out of the police station." Said to the police station through the pager.

"Now that A has it, what about M?" After the body was brought back, a police officer looked at the letters on his chest and asked, but the group did not return, but just kept their heads down and did not speak.

"Today, the clown will definitely kill someone, so who is it and what to do, you can't protect all the people in this metropolis." Already the policeman looked at the clipboard plastered with clues and asked the others.

"What else can I do, isn't there only one missing, let him kill it."

"Are you still a cop to say such things?"

"What's the matter, this madman has already dared to go to the police station to find a target, what's the use of us, even if you have a gun, you may not be able to shoot a shot and die."

"Then we can't give the fuck, can we?"

"What else can we do, we can't catch it anyway."

Immediately there was an argument in the police station, and even if they gave up, there were still many people who supported this idea. This quarrel was noisy until dawn.

On the other side, at Conason's house, far away from the police station, Lisa is discussing with Alina the idea of tomorrow's birthday party.

"Will Dad be with me tomorrow?" Little Lisa looked up and asked in a childish voice.

"Of course, tomorrow is Sunday, this is a vacation, even scientists have to rest, don't they?" Alina smiled and touched little Lisa's head.

"It's not peaceful in the Metropolis right now, and I hope Mr. Connathan can come back soon." Alina looked out the window, clasped her hands in prayer.

Lisa was still thinking about who she was going to invite to the birthday party, looking at her name in the address book and thinking.

"Sorry, I'm late. There have been murders again, so don't go out at night. Conason arrived home and saw that Elena and little Lisa were at home, and said.

"Oh, Mr. Connathan is back, I'll go first." Alina saw Connathan return and got up to leave.

"Little Lisa, have you eaten well, are you good with Aunt Alina?" Connathan asked with a smile as he looked at little Lisa.

"Of course, I'm discussing tomorrow's party with Aunt Aliana, is Daddy coming along?" Lisa asked Connathan with a smile, and Connathan smiled.

"There's no doubt about it, I'll definitely be at your party tomorrow, little Lisa's birthday, even if I'm crazy, I won't forget it." Conason sat next to little Lisa, and the two talked about tomorrow's party.

"Sleep well, my darling." Conaxon kissed Lisa's forehead while she was asleep in bed.

"Lisa, tomorrow our daughter will be eight years old, bless her in heaven." Conason said affectionately in his room to the picture of his deceased wife.

Conason hugged his deceased wife and fell asleep, although Conason's father and daughter had fallen asleep, but at this time they were nervously staring at the phone in the police station, waiting for the call to call.

"Why, why aren't there any phone calls?" Several officers in the police station circled around the landline, nervously waiting.

"It seems like there's really nothing left, and the clown gave up?" Another young police officer said.

"No way, this will happen eventually, but the timing is uncertain, and this is very tricky."

"Sit down and thank you, because you haven't rested for two days on this case, sit down and close your eyes."

"Well, if you wait like this, it won't lead to anything, so I'll rest first." The officer followed the advice and sat down in his chair, tilting his head and closing his eyes.

"Senior, you can also take a break, you see that Quincy has already started snoring, you can also take a break, I'll take a look on the phone." A young guard said to the veteran officer.

"Okay, you see, if the call comes, you'll wake us both up right away." The old constable rubbed his forehead and sat down in his chair.

"Why doesn't this madman stay in Gotham, he has to come to the Met." The young officer said that several officers in the room did not answer.

The next morning, the phone didn't ring all night, and the young police officer was relieved and lay down on the table.

"It seems that the clown really gave up, and we can finally get a good night's sleep." A police officer said excitedly when he saw that the phone had not rang.

"Great, we've been busy for a few days, and it's finally time to rest."

"Okay, no, we have to make sure that the Joker has left the Met or has been arrested, and then the case is closed."

"It's okay, at least there won't be any more murders, at least we can rest for a while."

There was laughter in the police station for a while, as if a rainy cloud was spreading over the police station, and suddenly the police station was out of the shadow of the clown.

At this time, at Conason's house, Little Lisa's birthday party also started, Little Lisa and her friends from home were playing with each other, Connathan looked at Little Lisa's smiling face and sat down with confidence.

On the tall building opposite Conason's house, the Joker is standing on it, watching Lisa's party with a telescope, and when he sees the cake coming up, the Joker releases the balloon bundle in his hand.

"It's time to ignite this smile." The clown grinned and watched as the balloon rose as it rose, along with the balloon and the things it was carrying underneath.

"What are you going to do, Joker." Ask the bunch of balloons to grab and ask the Joker, who smiles and presses a controller, and the powder pops out, causing Superman to let go slightly.

"You know what? This smiley face is about to be finished, and you're the red nose. The Joker took a red-nosed tip out of his fanny pack and pinched it from Superman.

"What do you mean? Could it be that the gas bomb in there is not enough? Superman questioned the Joker.

"Of course, otherwise, could it be any other gas?" The clown spread his hands disappretently and looked at Superman.

"Damn." Superman immediately rushed to the gas bomb, and just before Superman grabbed the gas bomb, the Joker pressed another button, and the balloons exploded immediately, and the gas bomb quickly smashed to the ground.

"No, Superman, this thing will explode even if you hug him, and it won't take long for my special laughing gas to spread throughout the Met, and you don't want Louise to become a madman, right?" The clown laughs and looks at Superman chasing missiles.

"Louise." Superman was stunned when he heard Louise's name, and at that moment, the kung fu missile fell to the ground, and the laughing gas began to spread.

"Damn, we're going to rescue the citizens." Superman shuttles from tall building to high-rise, doing his best to rescue every citizen and placing them on the roof of the building to wait for rescue.

"Ma'am, I hope you can wait here for their rescue." After Superman sends Louise to the rooftop, he goes to rescue the other citizens.

Miao Yue took an oxygen cylinder, looked up at the flying superman, walked towards the alley that came to the metropolis before, looked at the other car next to the car that the clown drove when he came, and got into the car directly without saying a word.

"Fortunately, I still have a back hand, I hope the clown can come back alive, this laughing gas will fly upwards." Miao Yue smiled and drove the car towards Gotham.

"I don't know if the information I gave the Joker is useless, no matter, Gotham I'm back." Miao Yue looked at the notebook in her arms, looked at the clown's mark on it, and without saying a word, lit a fire on it and threw it out of the window.

"Maybe Mr. Clark is really superhuman, I hope he Mr. Clark can survive." Miao Yue said silently in her heart.

At this time, the clown, who had already come to the ground, looked at it and also wrote, "Superman may have something to do with Louise." The note smiled and lifted him out.

Miao Yue was already halfway to Gotham at this time, Crane and Pig Mian were each doing experiments in their own laboratories in the old town, and in the middle of the hall, it was Pamela who was hanging on it, his lips were already chapped due to lack of water.