Both Red Hood and Red Robin are murderous, and although they have had a record of strangling or beating criminals to death only to be instantly revived, most of the time they have not succeeded in killing anyone.

Although the two of them have nothing to do with the word killing, the ideas and methods of the two of them are indeed the more radical of the Bat family, and the most radical is Damian.

Red Hood once died at the hands of the Joker, and after his resurrection, he vowed to make all criminals pay, and he had several conflicts with Batman because Batman didn't let him take a heavy hand on criminals, and Batman was troubled by his slightly extreme ideas.

However, Mr. Lu Xun's window-opening effect has a certain amount of truth at all times. If you ask him not to kill, he will not, but if you let him grab the frozen human corpses and stuff them into a cutter, cut them into pieces, soak them in a chemical solution, rub the muscle texture and nerve structure into a notebook, and clip the limb slices into the specimen slide, then he will not kill anyone.

Red Hood is really going crazy. He grabbed the wrist of a frozen stiff female arm and stood in front of the cutter, and he looked at Hallie, who was operating the machine next to him, and shouted angrily, "How long will it take?!"

"It's coming, it's coming." Hallie frowned and debugged the machine's data and said, "Didn't you just ask you to send an arm into the machine?!" Can you be a little academic?! If the doctors of the world were like you, how would human surgery develop? ”

"Is this an arm?!! With the roar of the Red Hood, a mountain of human limbs piled up next to him

"Boom" scattered to the ground, and in an instant the ground at Red Hood's feet was piled up, and the human fingers that were close enough to make Red Hood do a tap dance in place like an electric shock.

"Then I have to pick out the right material?" Hallie immediately yelled back: "Wouldn't it be more wasteful if the experimental materials were unqualified and needed to be reworked?!" ”

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Please! Red Hood almost wailed, "What the hell am I doing!" Why should I stand in the middle of the night in a mountain of arms and legs to help you cut a corpse into dozens of pieces?!

"Soft eggs!" Harley scolded without looking up, then she slapped the machine hard, looked at the red hood and said, "Aren't you also from the streets?" How did you see a corpse like a ghost? ”

"Of course I've seen corpses! But not this ...... Not that way...... This kind of ......" red hood was silent for a long time, and he couldn't say why.

Red Hood's current thinking can be used as an analogy, if someone suddenly asks

"Have you ever seen a corpse?" , probably many people answer instinctively

"Of course not". But in fact, many people have seen corpses when the elderly at home have died, but the body lying on the bed at that time has not been labeled as a corpse, and people feel more death.

Death is an instantaneous process, and the corpse is the result of death, and most people pay more attention to the meaning of death itself when they feel both, and ignore the result of the resulting corpse.

As a child, Jason didn't see gangsters fire and deaths, but he was more concerned about why the gangs were fighting and how many people died, rather than what the corpses on the streets were, when they would decompose, when they would fall apart, and what would happen to them in the end.

With the exception of some people with professional backgrounds or quirks, the vast majority of people do not pay special attention to the body left behind after death, and when combined with a social view of respecting the deceased, most people will stay away from corpses.

The same goes for Red Hood, in his opinion, killing criminals is acceptable, but dismembering their bodies and freezing them is still too anti-human for him.

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"Boom" kicked in, and the red hood passed the corpse's arm forward as Harley had said, and he was on the verge of collapse when the first knife fell.

Red Hood was a normal person, he couldn't accept the vibrational feedback of cutting a human body, he could clearly feel the blade cutting through the frozen muscle and getting a little stuck in the bone, and then pressing down until that part of the limb was completely detached from the body.

It's also a bit too ahead of its time for a madman. He threw away his arm and screamed out of the warehouse, rushed to the corner, propped his hands on the walls on both sides, and yelled at Harley who came out, "You damn madwoman!" Red Robin sighed softly, he stood up against the wall, looked at Hallie, and said, "I'll come." ”

"Don't go! Tim! It's all, it's all ......."

"Remember? I have a surgical education. With that, Red Robin followed Harley into the warehouse.

Although he was still startled by the staggering number of frozen limbs, he behaved much better than the red hood, and he waved his hand at Hallie and said, "I have an injury in my leg and can't do it, you take the arm and send it in, and I operate the machine." ”

"Will you use it? Don't break it, I'm in a hurry to hand in my homework. ”

"Don't worry, I'm good at mechanics." Red Robin fiddled twice on the cutting machine's counter, and sure enough, it was running smoothly, and Harley picked out the right limbs, and after about ten minutes, a lot of material was processed.

"Although I know you may not be able to answer, I still want to ask, where did all these human materials of yours come from?"

"I'm going to say I killed me, would you want to shoot me?" Red Robin shook his head and said, "First of all, I don't have a gun, and secondly, these limbs seem to have a lot in common, and the biggest common thing is that their muscle traces look trained, not the kind of ordinary people who are powerless, I don't think you have the ability to kill so many practitioners." ”

"If you're a serial murderer, then based on your age and size, your targets are more likely to be those who are less vigilant and less powerful, rather than these big and rough people who look like gangsters." Red Robin looked around at the limbs piled up around him, and he bent down to pick up one of them, and the red hood, which had already rubbed against the door of the warehouse, let out another suffocating gasp.

The limb that Red Robin picked up was a man's arm, the tattoo on which was clearly visible, and judging by the calluses left on his fingers, he should have used a gun a lot.

"You're right, these are gangsters." Hallie bent down and began to put the limbs she messed up back in the freezer.

"What the hell is going on?!" Red Hood raised her voice and asked, "This hospital, and these corpses, and those damn serial killers out there, can anyone give me an explanation?!"

"As you can see, this psychiatric hospital is full of serial killers, the bodies of these gangsters who died on fire, and the one you are holding in your hand should be a John Street Railroad gang thug with a circle of train tracks tattooed on his wrist."

"The one lying in the room was an unlucky guy who broke his legs by a drunk driver, and he died of blood loss before he could wait for the ambulance, so he was sent here, although his legs were gone, but his upper body could still be used, and I used him to practice removing the pancreas."

"This hospital buys corpses from gangsters?" Red Robin asked, frowning, immediately sensing the possible darkness here, and then he asked, "Then how can you guarantee that the gangsters will not slaughter ordinary people and sell them to you?" ”

"Buy corpses from gangsters? No, no, no, it's us who help the gangsters dispose of the corpses, and they have to give us money. Both Red Hood and Red Robin were stunned for a moment, and then they heard Harley explain in detail.

"The corpses had to be disposed of immediately after the gang fire, because if they didn't, there was a high risk of disease outbreaks on their territory, and the smell of rotting corpses was unbearable."

"With the exception of some of the more fortunate gangs near the sea, most gangs have a cost to dispose of corpses, and cars can't fit several corpses, so they usually pay for trucks to pull them into the sea and sink them, or buy shredders and stuff like that and rush them down the sewers."

"There is no doubt that the bigger the gang, the more money they have to invest in it, and if they don't deal with it properly, it's easy to stink the street, and other gangsters are not happy, which may shake their prestige."

"But now, after they finish their work, no matter how many wounded and corpses there are, they only need to make an emergency call, and after our ambulance goes, the wounded are sent to the general hospital, and the corpses are pulled back to the underground cold storage to freeze and used as experimental materials."

"At the end of the year, settle the fee according to the number of phone calls, no need to spend manpower and material resources, no need to delay time, pay once to solve the problem of corpse disposal for a year, where can I find such a good thing?"

"Now, 90 percent of the gangsters in Gotham have handled the corpse disposal business at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and there are many benefits to doing so."

"First of all, the nurses here are more efficient and tidy than the unprofessional gangsters, who are able to find all parts of each corpse in the direction of the blood spatter, including the pieces that have unfortunately been blown into the corners, preventing certain human tissues from rotting in imperceptible corners and producing germs and smells, which can significantly improve the hygiene of the streets of Gotham."

"Secondly, if a gang uses heavy weapons to blow up the body too much, causing the nurse to work too much, then there will be an additional fee, and the more difficult it is to clean up, the higher the cost."

"So, the gangs rarely use heavy weapons now, because if the unfortunate cause the building to collapse and all the people are buried inside, the price of the corpse disposal fee will be astronomical."

"They now don't need shotguns if they can use pistols, they don't need hot weapons if they can use cold weapons, they don't need cold guns when they can cut face-to-face on the road, and the easier they can deal with the corpses, the more room there is for negotiating the disposal fee for the coming year."

"This greatly reduces the scope of gangster warfare and makes the building less susceptible to damage, and since they regressed to the era of cold weapons and slashing, the maintenance cost of Gotham City has dropped by at least half."

"It's a win-win situation for the gangsters to be able to dispose of corpses more easily, quickly and cheaply, and the serial killers here have an inexhaustible supply of human experimentation materials that allow them to implement their ideas over and over again." At this time, Red Hood and Red Robin sat side by side in the corner of the doorway wall, staring at Venus, and Harley put all the frozen limbs scattered on the floor back in the freezer.

She walked back to the room where the operating table was located, and found that the corpse on the operating table had almost thawed, she beckoned to the two and said, "Come here, will you always hand over the tools?" The two followed Harley to the operating table, and Red Hood looked at the corpse on the operating table and tried to retreat, but saw the sharp scalpel in Hallie's hand and her indifferent eyes, and finally decided to shut up.

And Red Robin, who had some experience in surgery, frowned at Harry's immature face and extremely skillful knife action, and handed over a pair of scissors, but still couldn't help asking.

"Who taught you your anatomy?" What he meant was, what teacher would teach such a young child anatomy and surgical skills?

Then I heard Harry's nonchalant answer.

"Bruce Wayne." Red Robin's and Red Hood's hearts stopped beating at the same time.

"Winter, winter, winter." There was a knock on the door, and a sound that made them even more cardiac arrest came from outside the door.

"Hallie, are you there? I'm Bruce, are you done with your homework? ”