Schiller strode into Jonathan's room, looked at Jonathan with a serious face, and said, "The nurse said, you are irritable again, and you have a tendency to hurt people, what's the matter?" Didn't they already order a newspaper for you?"

Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, looking very agitated, and as soon as Schiller took a step closer, he looked a little wary, but after realizing that it was Schiller, he relaxed a little and said, "I've had enough!!"

"A hillbilly who doesn't know which poor country ran out of the countryside dares to provoke me?! Wait, I'll have to let him know sooner or later, his little three-legged cat kung fu is, in my opinion, not worth mentioning!"

"What's wrong again?" Schiller asked, looking at him.

Jonathan said angrily: "Last night, a fool who called himself Professor V called, and he said that he was the best chemist in the world, and that he would definitely prove to me that the road of pharmaceutical chemistry would not work at all, and that I was the most common kind of mediocrity on the street!")

Schiller was stunned for a moment, then said, "Professor V, who is that?"

"Who knows? He hadn't been in the newspapers at all, and he certainly hadn't done any decent cases! That's why I said,) he is a hillbilly who ran out of the middle of nowhere, and I guess he has never read a newspaper, so he dares to speak so out, it's ridiculous!"

"You said he hadn't been in the newspaper, so why bother with him? Moreover, he only dared to call, and he didn't even dare to show his face, but it was just a lip service. knife

Jonathan snorted coldly and said, "Now any cat or dog dares to call himself a professor!" No, I want to see, why does he dare to be so arrogant? Give me a discharge certificate, I'm going to meet him!"

"No, your mental state is unstable now, and if you get any stimulus after you go out, it will ruin the reputation of the hospital."

"Okay, I know, aren't you just worried that I'm going to get in trouble with Batman?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my target this time is not a proud protégé, I'm not interested in him now, but I have to make that fool who provoked me pay the price!"

Seeing Jonathan's manic state, Schiller sighed, grabbed the medical record book from the side and began to write, and while writing, he admonished: "It seems that if I don't let you out of the hospital, you will escape from prison."

"However, we want to make three chapters of the law, and you should not poison the whole city if you settle your personal grievances, right? I haven't installed the water purification in my office yet......"

Jonathan sneered disdainfully and said, "Who does he think he is, and how much face does he have to make me fight?"

"Okay, okay, you know you're the best chemist." Schiller said perfunctorily, tearing off the piece of paper as he spoke, handed it to Jonathan, and continued, "I've heard that quite a few guys who have been in the newspaper have entered Gotham, so you better be careful."

Jonathan took Schiller's certificate and said disdainfully as he walked towards the door, "It's them who should pay attention." blade

Seeing Jonathan away, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, and he returned to his office, and as soon as his ass sat down in his chair, he heard a loud "boom".

Schiller instinctively turned his head to look out the window, only to see a huge mushroom cloud rising from the skyline of Gotham, and judging from the direction, it should be the Wayne Chemical Factory.

Less than half an hour later, Gordon took Jack the Clown to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, threw him on the ground, and said, "Thanks broccoli, the ground of the chemical plant is destroyed and can't be built, this madman didn't blow up the employees, he just leveled the chemical plant."

Jack lay on the ground and couldn't get up, and it wasn't until after Gordon was gone that he stood up with a grin, looked at Schiller and said, "You know what? I did a great deed every day!"

Before Schiller could ask, Jack began to stomp his feet and curse again, and from his trivial words, Schiller figured out what was going on, and it had to start with the broccoli invasion of Gotham.

Huge broccoli growing in the city will definitely destroy the ground, and all the buildings are built on the ground, and after the ground is destroyed, many of the buildings have become dilapidated and have to be repaired.

However, to repair a house, you need to have building materials, and to have building materials, you need to have heavy trucks to transport materials, and in recent days, truck drivers have been going crazy with their work, basically working without sleeping for several nights, and Jack is no exception.

Since the last time his little bat broke his heart, Jack has decided to have a cold war with him, and he believes that Batman will be very lonely without him, and maybe he will hide under the covers and cry.

And he can take this opportunity to make a lot of money, and when the time comes, when Batman comes back to the slums, he can use the money to bury Batman.

The thought of such a day made Jack even more energetic, but just last night, he was running a night train when he suddenly bumped into something.

Presumably many people also know that there are almost no truck drivers who run night trains who do not exceed the speed limit, and Jack is especially crazy in this regard, not only overloading, but also speeding, not only speeding, but also driving a heavy truck like a spaceship about to take off, and the only difference with a rocket is that he doesn't have to count down.

In this case, hitting something is very fatal, Jack's truck was already a bit tattered, but the quality of what he hit was quite good, it was rolled under the tire and stuck the tire, and the car couldn't run on the spot.

Jack got out of the car and saw that he was even more angry, he hit a person, but to be precise, it was not a person,) because it was a puppet spliced by human limbs, the parts of human limbs, basically no strength, but the connectors were unusually strong, and the wheels of Jack's truck were stuck and deformed.

Jack's temper can't be said to be gentle and polite, it can only be said to be fried at a point.

Originally, the night train was urgent, urgent, earned, and the car was broken, not only the goods were not shipped, but also may offend the single owner, Jack was more and more angry when he thought about it for a while, and the more he thought about it when he took a step back, the more he lost.

He dragged the doll out from under the tires, reassembled the limbs that had been almost crushed to minced flesh, and surveyed the welded parts of the connectors.

Then, he determined that the production cycle of this horror doll must be very long, that is, the person who created him, must have a special base to store all kinds of spare parts.

After dawn, Jack found a towing company to tow the truck away, but when he returned to the trucker's base, he heard that many night drivers had encountered such dolls, and there were at least seven or eight such accidents in one night. )

Jack followed the location of the truck drivers and examined all the dolls, and found that they had one thing in common, that is, the limbs were so rotten that they were almost unusable.

Jack knew that this was probably some kind of ritual, and the creators of these dolls deliberately threw them on the highway so that they could use the speeding trucks to crush the dolls into minced meat, as if they were scrapping a piece of garbage for free.

Jack also discovered that of all the limbs, the freshest is the brain, that is, the dolls are awake and conscious before they are crushed.

But the connections on their legs were removed, making it impossible for them to escape, and they could only watch as a speeding truck drove towards them, and then, wrenched under the tires, heard their own skulls crushed.

There is no doubt that this is a bad taste that belongs to murderers, and Jack can think that the creators of the dolls must have promised their works that if you work hard, you can get your original body back, but when they have dedicated their lives to their masters, they can only be hung on the wheel of a truck, and there is not even scum left in the dead.

After analyzing the locations of these accidents and the extent of the decomposition of all the corpses, Jack quickly deduced that the puppeteer's base was at the famous Wayne Chemical Factory.

At this time, Jack was even more angry, the other party actually dared to pick a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as his base, this is simply a shameless invasion! Batman still owes him a hundred bucks, and he doesn't even have a building named Wayne as a base!

"So, you took the bomb and blew up the Wayne chemical plant to the ground?" Schiller looked at Jack and asked, Jack rubbed his nose vigorously, and said very unpleasantly: "Pity my bombs, they are the results of my collection for a long time, and they were originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"

"This damn fool, tasteless madman! Wasted so many of my good goods!!" Jack began to curse again.

Schiller sighed slightly and asked, "Then did you blow him up?"

"How do I know?" Jack said angrily, but then, he pouted and said, "Whether he dies or not, his works must be finished, but I'm afraid it makes him more uncomfortable than killing him."

Suddenly, Jack calmed down again, and said in a low, slow tone: "I know very well what kind of people these madmen are, these self-proclaimed artists, but in fact mediocre and stupid fellows, who value their unworthy collectibles the most."

"They enjoy manipulating the fate of others, and after each work of art is created, they must arrange a dramatic fate for him, when he will be born, when he will die, and in what way he will die......"

"The same type of artwork must have the same time and way of death, and they will never allow the work created by themselves to not complete the established destiny."

"And now, a big explosion has blown them all into the sky, and with a 'boom', half a lifetime's hard work has been wasted!" A cruel smile appeared on Jack's face, and he said with a low smile:

"The dolls made from delicate female limbs and the dolls made from the limbs of rough dock workers are all mixed together, never to be separated from each other...... It's really sad to think about, if their owner saw this scene, maybe he would cry out in anger, hahahahahaha!"

Schiller looked at Jack in silence, it was clear that Jack was the kind of murderer who was good at torturing other serial killers, and he had to kill people to the heart.

Schiller placed Jack in the same ward where Jonathan was originally staying, which was a special inspection ward, and if there was any problem, doctors and nurses could get there as quickly as possible. )

After that, Schiller went to help check on the crazy citizens who had not yet recovered, and after a busy day, it was unusually quiet that night, Jack obediently took his medicine and went to bed early, and Schiller thought that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, less than two hours after he fell asleep, he heard a loud "bang" from upstairs, followed by the sound of glass crackling and shattering.

Schiller got up from the bed in a daze, pushed open the window, and looked up, a huge figure with a crocodile head and a crocodile tail jumped onto the balcony, holding two kitchen knives, and roared inside.

"You damn thing!! Blow up the chemical plant! I lost my job! I'm going to kill you!!"