"What's the situation, this Pamela is back, okay." Miao Yue returned to her flower shop during the day, looked at the flower shop that had closed, took out the key and opened the door.

"Something seems wrong." Miao Yue looked at the flower shop and felt a trace of strangeness.

"What's the matter, what's going on with this letter?" Miao Yue saw that she had lost her fertilizer bag, and there was still a letter on the table, and stuck a dagger on the table.

"Old Town, Patonno Factory." On the table is a photograph of Pamela hanging from a roof beam, with Pig Face and Crane on either side.

"It's just a girl, has nothing to do with me, why should I go." Miao Yue glanced at the photo and the row of small characters below, and then flipped the photo away.

In the Patonor factory, Crane was sitting at the table, eating and looking at Pamela, and put a bottle of water to Pamela's mouth, and Pamela drank greedily.

"You think he's not going to come, right?" Pigface asked Klein, who looked at Pamela and smiled at Pigface.

"Don't worry, he'll be back sooner or later, we just need to make sure she's still alive." Crane took the water bottle away and said to Pigface.

"Okay, I'll take you for once." Pigface talks to Crane as he eats a hamburger, and Crane looks at Pamela with a smile and throws a bottle full of fear gas to Pigface.

"Are you sure this thing won't crack?" Pigface couldn't help but ask when he saw the jar wrapped in tape. Crane ignored it and turned and went into the lab.

This is Batman's base, and in the Batcave, Batman looks at the huge computer in front of him, which is about the progress of the Metropolis laughing gas attack.

"If you need help, tell me, the clown, he's not a criminal you can deal with, and you'd better not do it alone." Batman is talking to Superman on the phone.

"Don't worry, these poisonous gases have no effect on me, and I can solve this trouble." Superman flies in the air, rescuing the citizens.

"Well, I hope you can." After Batman finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at the case about the Joker on the computer.

"Master Bruce, take a break, you haven't closed your eyes for three days." Butler Alfred walked in and said to Batman.

"Our relationship, Alfred, is focused on why the Joker went to the Met for a terrorist attack, which is hard to figure out." Batman, Bruce Wayne said as he rubbed his forehead.

"It's okay young master, I have donated the serum and rescuers for laughing gas, in the name of the Bruce Group." Alfred placed a coffee on Bruce's table and reported to him.

"Thank you, Alfred, for helping me solve a big problem." Bruce took a sip of coffee and said to Alfred.

"It's nothing, Master Bruce, after all, we still have business dealings with the Met, and this assistance is necessary." With that, Alfred returned to Wayne Manor.

"Also, Master Bruce, remember to wear more clothes in the bat cave when it's cold these days." Alfred said to Bruce.

"Gotham has been relatively stable lately, with only a few small robbers, and the really tricky ones haven't come out yet, but Pigface and Crane have not been found." Bruce said as he looked at the Gotham City surveillance on his computer.

In Metropolis, Superman shuttles between buildings, rescuing survivors, and sees a man kneeling on the ground in a room, looking at the blood in his hand and setting fire to a corpse on the ground.

"Come here, sir, and I'll take you to a safe place." Superman flew to the window of the room and held out his hand to the man in the room.

"You know, I just killed my daughter, his warm blood spilled on my hands, I can still feel the temperature now, obviously he is so young, she is only eight years old, why, why do you have to infect him." The man smiled and looked at his blood-stained hands.

"Sir, people can't be resurrected after death, you are still alive, please live well." Superman breaks the window and forcibly carries the man to the roof.

"Why, why didn't I save her, why is it still like this, the same posture, why is the blood spilled on my hands." The man sat in a corner of the rooftop, looking at his hands and the sharp knife in his hands.

"Why, the two women who are most important to me are dead, and they are both dead in my arms." The man smiled and had two lines of tears in his eyes.

"He was so young, and she died in her arms at the age of eight." The man cried, holding back tears, and sprinkled them on the rooftop.

"Sir, my name is Celtic, what happened, what is your name?" A woman walked up to the man, who was curled up on the ground and cried.

"I killed my daughter, this is the proof, aren't you afraid?" The man stretched out his hands and placed them in front of Celtic.

"It's okay, sir, I'll wipe it clean for you." Celt took out the toilet paper he had brought with him, dipped some water and wiped the man's hands.

"My name is Conason, and I just killed my daughter, Lisa." Conason cried as he cried over his head with one hand.

"It's okay sir, your daughter is infected with him, and you have no choice but to kill her, okay sir." Celt said gently, and Connathan wiped away his tears.

"It's alright, Mr. Conason, you've survived, and they'll be watching you from heaven." Celtic wiped Conason's hands clean and hugged Conason.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, everything will be okay, it's okay." Celt spoke to Conathan, comforting Conason, who hugged Celtic and fell asleep in Celtic's arms after a while.

"It's like a child, it's okay, it's all handed over." Celt looked at Conason in his arms and smiled.

Superman flew over the metropolis, searching for survivors, and Superman saw a familiar figure in the air, pale, terrifying, and crazy.

"Joker, what the hell do you want to do?" Superman grabs the clown by the collar and confronts the clown, who smiles.

"Don't you think it's funny, look at you people who don't like to laugh, all smile happily." The clown points to the infected at his feet.

"You think it's fun?" Superman asked the Joker viciously, and the Joker smiled and pressed the corsage on his chest, and the acid squirted out.

Superman was frightened, and as soon as he let go, the Joker fell to the ground, and Superman wiped his face, and the Joker on the ground had now run far, far away.

"Damn, ran away again." Superman sighed and searched the buildings for survivors.

In Gotham, Miao Yue is lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and the figure of Pamela is in her mind, and when Miao Yue wants to get closer, the distance between him and Pamela does not shorten.

"Why?" Miao Yue looked at Pamela in front of him, and Pamela showed various ways to die in front of his eyes, hanging, dying of thirst, being scared to death by fear and poisonous gas, and being changed to a hundred twins by a pig's face.

In reality, Miao Yue sat up and looked around, there was no Pamela, no rope, it was still the previous flower shop, there was no change.

Miao Yue got up and walked downstairs, the photo of Pamela being hung was placed on the table, Miao Yue picked up the photo and hesitated.

"I'll go to your mother, and I'm still thinking about a chicken feather, Lao Tzu's friend was kidnapped, I'm still staying here, I'm really not a fucking human." Miao Yue put on her clothes, deleted her two slaps, and walked out the door.

"Sir, where are you going? The night bus costs less. A parking car stopped in front of Miao Yue, Miao Yue opened the door and got into the car and said:

"Old Town, Patonno Factory, can I go?" The driver frowned when he heard this, and looked at Miao Yue.

"Sir, this, you are embarrassing me, I can only go to the old town at most, the Patonno factory is limited and strange now, I dare not go." The driver said to Miao Yue, and Miao Yue said after listening:

"It's okay, let's go to the old town, and I'll ask for the rest." Miao Yue said to the driver, and after the driver listened, he didn't ask much and just drove.

Miao Yue picked up a cigarette, and I just held the cigarette butt, not put it in my mouth. The smoke gradually turned black.

"Sir, the old town is here, get off." The driver said to Miao Yue, and after Miao Yue gave the front of the car to the driver, she entered the old city.