The killer is getting closer.

Rason's knife was already close to the other party, but at that moment, Graverwell suddenly turned his head and stabbed him in the neck with a very long screwdriver.

This sudden change made Luo Sheng completely stunned.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

The ones he killed before were ordinary people who didn't have much combat power, but now he is doing it, but he is a professional killer who can put people into oil drums and burn them to death with a blank face.

Luo Sheng reacted almost instantly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the screwdrivers of the two, and the other party pressed Luo Sheng to the ground.

The scene was so deadlocked.

Like this stalemate, very unoptimistically speaking, there is actually no chance to escape.

Because the way the force is applied is different.

The one who gets poked is always not in the ascendancy.

The screwdriver was just above his throat, and a slight downward pressure could kill him.

Luo Sheng seemed to see through it at this moment.

I didn't expect it......

I didn't feel like I died too fast in my last life, and I finally lived again in this life, although it was Gotham, but I didn't start to experience life before I was going to die again.

Hehe, what a boring life.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not that easy."

In an instant, a crazy and tyrannical mentality surged into the brain.

Luo Sheng's sanity was diluted in an instant, a touch of red appeared in his eyes, and the smile that had disappeared because of panic reappeared.

"This time, it's just the right time, hahahaha!"

The other party suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, which made the other party stunned for a while, but then something surprised him even more.

The man who was pressed by him suddenly gave up struggling, and pressed his palm against the screwdriver like this, and the hand that blocked him with the other hand immediately let go.

"Poof."

The screwdriver did not penetrate the opponent's throat, but through the palm of his hand, leaning on the metacarpal bone to jam his next move.

The man's eyes were already red.

No

"Uncle, your screwdriver is now in my hand."

After saying such a headless sentence, the other party's penetrated palm suddenly used force to force the screwdriver, and the whole person slipped out of the opponent's suppression with the help of this force.

Uncle Killer felt his hand loosen, and then the whole person fell to the ground.

This guy, who could have kneaded at will, suddenly became very flexible, and took advantage of this gap to even turn the whole person over to him.

"Ahhhh

A sharp pain pierced through his palm, and the killer screamed, above him was a man with completely red eyes.

But the killer knows.

At this moment, he has definitely been sentenced to death.

"Let's do it! My mission has been accomplished and I have no regrets. The black man said very strongly.

Luo Sheng, who was riding on the other party, smiled.

"Hey, hey, don't be so boring, dear Mr. Killer, do you think I'm the kind of pervert who kills casually when he has nothing to do, no, no, no, I'm just a friendly Gotham City citizen."

The other party snorted coldly and did not speak.

Luo Sheng smiled again and said, "Don't you think it's very unreasonable, it's obvious that you did it to me first, so for the sake of you making my hand like this, I can give you the opportunity to choose how to die." ”

After saying this, Luo Sheng leaned into the killer's ear.

"Do you prefer kiwi or mango?"

It's a very casual tone, like your friendly neighbor saying good morning to you early in the morning.

The killer doesn't know what the other person means.

After thinking for a moment, the killer said, "Kiwi. ”

"Oops, I picked a kiwi fruit." Luo Sheng giggled, as if he had thought of something particularly pleasant.

The killer doesn't feel good.

He would rather the other man stick the dagger straight into his heart now, which is better than letting him face this neurotic.

Finally, the other party seemed to have laughed enough.

Raise the knife and drop it hard.

Tonight.

The silence of the long-quiet suburb of Arkham was shattered, and the screams of a man echoed through the woods.

And the other voice that started the scream was just a prosaic sentence.

"I'm sorry, I'm allergic to kiwifruit......"

…………

The next day.

Gordon had taken the Forensic Science Section to Arkham Asylum.

It's a puzzling thing.

Why did a madhouse that had not been visited for more than 200 years attract the attention of a large group of police officers less than 24 hours after the death of a councillor?

Very simple.

It's just a bill for Arkham District.

The Waynes are willing to fund the redevelopment of the entire Arkham district.

Remove shanty towns, build cheap housing, build the largest waste disposal plant, and tear down the entire old Arkham asylum and build a new psychiatric treatment center.

There was nothing wrong with this bill.

But the problem is that not everyone is a citizen, and there are some forces that do not want this bill to pass.

For example, Falcone.

But there are also those who want the bill to pass.

Say, Salmaroni.

The fairy fight between these two bigwigs began to remind Gotham of the whole of Arkham and was noticed by everyone.

It was also because of this that Luo Sheng spent a day here to make a hole.

Of course, the hole is now gone.

Gordon and Bullock aren't the kind of people who care about the slightest mark on a wall.

Or rather, there was a more impactful object in front of them that caught their attention.

On the wall of Arkham's ward, two paint buckets were placed.

There was smoke coming from inside, and there was a smell of burnt meat, and I didn't know whether to say it was fragrant or disgusting.

"Well, very good, three parliamentarians were killed in two days." The superintendent put his hands on his chest and looked at the two detectives, as if he wanted them to say something more constructive.

Gordon, Bullock, and the police superintendent all gathered around the two barrels, and their expressions were very subtle.

To talk about the impact of the dead councillor on Gotham.

Actually, it doesn't make any difference.

If this MP dies, a new one could be elected, but that's not the case for GCPD.

If the legislator dies, they need to find the murderer quickly, otherwise the people will scold them, the news media will scold them, and the families of the deceased will scold them.

Arguably, the pressure on the police department is the greatest in the entire Gotham City.

"The first two parliamentarians don't belong to one camp." Gordon said suddenly.

The superintendent nodded.

"That's great, keep talking."

Gordon thought for a moment and said, "The camps they belong to are Salmaroni and Falcone. ”

"Say it all at once, Sherlock Holmes!" Brock shouted from the side.