The ghetto of Gotham. The streets here are usually very unsettling, because they are backward, so the surveillance system and security measures are not developed, and the crime rate is of course higher. In a city like Gotham, which already has the highest crime rate in the United States, it is conceivable how dangerous this place is. Even in the daytime, in broad daylight, no one dared to linger on the streets for long.

People who dare to live here have no choice because they don't have money, and secondly because they have nothing to fear. Because since you live in this kind of place, you often have nothing to rob on your body, and you are also a single person when you encounter robbers, and you are fearless.

On a day like this, the neighborhoods of the ghetto are even more chaotic. Normal people are far away from the streets, locking themselves in their homes and not daring to go out. The neighborhood is completely overrun by clowns, and thugs take to the streets with their knots painted and clowns, as if they have become the masters of the city.

Roy searched for the address of Dr. O'Brien Ivan's private practice on the map. Walking down the slum blocks, two groups of ill-intentioned thugs tried to rob him, and a madman tried to "carve a smile" on his face. Of course, Roy taught them all an impressive lesson.

I finally found it. The old electronic signboard reads "Ivan Mental Health Clinic", two and a half letters of which have been blacked out. Tucked away on a corner of the street, the clinic is not big, but it is quite conspicuous.

Roy knocked on the wooden door and asked in a loud voice, "Dr. O'Brien Ivan?" Are you there? I'm a detective consultant at GCPD investigating several murders and have a couple of questions I would like to ask. Can you please open the door and let me in? ”

There was no response.

Roy shouted a few more times and knocked on the door for half a minute, still without a response. But when he reached out and pushed a little harder, he found that the door was not locked, and he could push it open with a little force.

He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, and at a glance he saw a puddle of blood oozing from the back of the screen along the floor.

Then he realized what was happening.

Behind the screen, Dr. O'Brien Ivan lay on his back in a pool of blood, his white coat dyed crimson in a horrible look. The hands and feet are cold, and it has obviously been dead for a while. His eyes were round, full of unwillingness and fear, but the corners of his mouth were cut with sharp knives into a bloody smile, and people couldn't help but get goosebumps at a glance.

In the pool of blood floated a white card with a grinning pattern painted on it, like a mockery of the dead and the world.

Roy slowly approached Dr. O'Brien's body and pulled out a pair of leather gloves that he had brought with him and put them on. This is a habit that any detective would maintain, wearing gloves in case of tampering any possible clues in the scene.

Although the wound on the doctor's mouth was the most shocking, it was clear that he could not have died of blood loss from the cut on his mouth. The fatal wound was not hard to find, and a knife stabbed him head-on into the heart. Roy carefully lifted his clothes and examined the wound, he was strong and stabbed accurately. For ordinary people, it is not as simple as most people imagine that it is not as simple as most people think that the murderer can be killed with one knife.

The room behind the screen was a mess. The clowns, or rather, the imposters, are quite idols. They rushed in and tore everything in the clinic that wasn't fixed to the ground, smashing all sorts of pill bottles to the ground, and colorful pills melting into all sorts of liquids, giving off a strange smell.

In the chaotic room, a small cabinet locked against the wall stands out, because it is the only one standing. Roy went up and pushed it, and found that the four corners of the thing were fixed to the ground, so he survived. It also inevitably bears scars such as knife marks and hammers on its surface, but the lock is intact.

It seemed that no one would pick the lock of the clowns who came in, so they let the small cabinet go.

Roy thought for a moment, took out the tools he was carrying from his pocket and picked the lock. When I opened it, I found that there was a pile of paper documents hidden inside. Because most of them involve clients**, Dr. O'Brien locks them in the cupboard.

Roy looked through the documents and soon made a discovery.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Barbara's phone number.

"Hello? Since you've called, I'm assuming you found something at Dr. Ivan? Barbara asked.

"Sort of." "His body was found. ”

"Oh, my God."

"It was the Smile Alliance that did it, and they left their business cards."

"It's getting more and more clown-like, and it's getting more and more dangerous." Barbara said.

"So I'm going to stop them as soon as possible. I found some clues in one of Dr. O'Brien's private cabinets that it was not just the three who had already been found to have received private psychotherapy from the former Arkham asylum after they came out of the Arkham asylum. In this doctor's profile, there is another person who meets the same criteria. ”

Barbara said, "Well, I guess, it's time for me to look up this person's information again." Say, what is he or she? ”

"Rodney Spirman."

Barbara's movements were really fast, and it took a few moments to get results.

"There it is." "Rodney Spirman, oh my God, this kid was only 17 years old, he used to be a great student, and he was always considered a promising child, until one day, without warning, he set a fire and killed his entire family. He was later admitted to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, where he was soon judged to have recovered and been released. Since then, he has been hanging out with street thugs from time to time. I've hacked a couple of Twitter accounts, and he does seem to be hanging out with the 'Smile League' now, and some of his fox friends have given him the nickname 'Torchbearer', which is sweet. ”

"Do you have an address?" Roy asked.

"There's only one previous address." "At 203 Duncan Avenue, but that's where he used to burn down," Barbara said. According to the Twitter chats of some of his former friends, it seems that he has not had a permanent residence since he came out of Arkham, and has mostly mixed with his group of friends. ”

"Then we're going to visit someone who might know." Roy said.

"You know that the identity of the police adviser can't make the arrogant street gangsters speak up, right?"

"Of course," Roy said, "but the Winged Knight can." ”