Jonathan took his eyes off the test tube, looked up at the string of data on the screen and said: "It's no fun, this thing is a toxin that accelerates cell aging, and the poison will not have swelling all over the body, and once poisoned, the damage is irreversible, and it can't be rescued by ordinary people's medical methods now." ”

"It's not any known chemical recipe though, I need to test it again and wait for me for five minutes."

Schiller and Pamela stood behind Jonathan, and Pamela asked in a low voice, "Professor, when did you get this toxin sample?" ”

"When Talia put her hand next to my head." Schiller stared at the reaction in the test tube and said, "I guessed that her nails were poisonous, so Gray Mist took the opportunity to save some of the coating samples on her nails." ”

"That's why you let her go so easily?"

"As I said, I don't care about her and Bruce's personal affairs, but I'm investigating a case that Cobot commissioned me to investigate, and it had something to do with some kind of toxin, and she's one of the suspects."

Pamela nodded, as if exclaiming, "Seriously, Professor, your reputation at Gotham University can stop children crying at night, and I thought you would be the kind of person who can be easily provoked." ”

"I'm rarely really angry about something." Schiller replied, as if chattering, "I show anger most of the time, just because anger is a deterrent, and it makes teaching easier." ”

After saying that, Schiller glanced back at Pamela and said, "If you are indifferent to everything, they will feel that they don't pay attention to it, and they will have to take inches, so you can learn how to interpret anger to show that you value it." ”

Pamela pursed her lips, obviously thinking about whether to do something about it, she had long been dissatisfied with the gossip scandal spread about her by some students in the botany department, but she didn't have such a strong emotion to let her quarrel with them and get them to stop this behavior.

But this scandal brought her trouble, if all the women who were interested in Bruce followed the scandal to find her, then she didn't want to have a quiet life, it seems that it is time to give a little color to the group of gossips.

"But don't actually murder them." As if he could read minds, Schiller said at the right time: "You can rush to the infirmary and throw a tantrum at your classmates and quarrel with everyone, but don't murder anyone for this kind of thing, it will only cause trouble for yourself." ”

"It's too difficult." Pamela frowned in some pain and said, "I can calmly think of dozens of ways to poison each person without leaving a trace, but I really don't know how to yell at them like an angry orangutan." ”

"You can watch the TV series." Schiller walked to the table on the other side and flipped through Jonathan's newspaper, and said: "It's okay with comics, start by imitating the emotional performance of virtual characters, design a set of behavior patterns for each of your emotions, and then slowly subdivide them into the actions corresponding to each small emotion, and finally flexibly combine them and use them reasonably in every scene of life." ”

Pamela sighed deeply, pulled her red hair back and looked at Schiller, "Have you ever practiced like this?" Professor. ”

"Yes, ever." Schiller nodded and said.

At this time, Jonathan turned around, tapped the test tube with his gloved fingers and said, "All the instruments and chemical reaction tests give results of solid alcohol, and it is obvious that there are some components that cannot be detected by modern scientific methods. ”

"But there is no doubt that this is not a toxin that specializes in a certain organ, and the manifestations of accelerated cell aging do not cause somatic edema, and I am afraid this is not the right answer for you."

Schiller nodded, looked at Jonathan and said, "So is it useful for your recent research?" ”

"It's interesting." Jonathan glanced back at the test tube rack and said, "Actually, I'm not interested in cytotoxins, but it's a bit too wasteful for them to use this mysterious ingredient as a poison to kill people. ”

"I got this sample of the toxin from a woman, and she probably has more in her hands."

Jonathan immediately rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Then tell me her name, I think I need to visit her." ”

"Talia Ogu, but you'd better be careful, she has a whole organization behind her called the League of Assassins."

"What does this organization do?"

"Who knows, it's probably the kind of neurotic organization that is full of brains to build a new world."

"That's crazy."

Leaving the chemistry lab of the Arkham Asylum Patient Activity Center, where Jonathan was located, Schiller went to another building on the island.

As mentioned earlier, the Arkham Asylum has moved to a separate island, where in addition to the psychiatric hospital, there are many special criminal organizations, including the growing mercenary hall.

This is not unusual, a city like Gotham, which is full of poisons, has only now developed a business of exchange and distribution of mercenaries and killers from all over the world, purely because dogs also hate dog shit, and killers used to walk around Gotham.

With a little bit of order in Gotham, it's a haven for mercenaries and killers, and it's also a megacity on the East Coast, full of all kinds of bustling social grottoes.

Mercenaries and killers are people who live in the moment, and the work of licking blood from the knife all day makes them need to vent more than ordinary criminals, and making a lot of money is just for enjoyment, if they can do an open and honest activity in the bustling cities of the United States, why go to the poor countryside of Southeast Asia to squat.

They didn't have a choice before, but now of course they choose Gotham, a city where the FBI can't even get into, and where safer could it be?

However, they know that Gotham is very powerful, and they are basically introduced to the hotel on the island by acquaintances, Roy loves everyone who comes to Gotham for the purpose of spending money equally, and the city government even arranged a special car for these mercenaries and killers to facilitate them to spend money in the city.

Later, many well-known killers tasted the sweetness here, and after finishing a big order, they would come on vacation, more and more people came, and the mercenary activity center has been expanded several times, and now it has become a comprehensive entertainment venue, with hotels, nightclubs, casinos, and shopping malls.

Recently, the climate of Gotham has changed dramatically, and the people of Gotham are about to be sunburned, and this group of outsiders who have come on vacation are happily going to bask on the beach, and it is on the beach that Schiller found the death knell on the beach of the mercenary activity center hotel.

Deathstroke is still wearing a face mask, but he is shirtless and wears a pair of beach shorts underneath, and it is impossible to tell his age from his size alone, but it can be seen from the surface of his scarless and sturdy skin that he is not an ordinary person.

Because it had just rained the night before, the morning sun was not very good, and there were not many people on the beach, so Knell saw Schiller and Pamela walking by at a glance.

They were like old friends who had gone on vacation and happened to meet on the same beach, Deathstroke sat up from the chaise longue, Schiller stood in front of the chaise longue, the tip of the umbrella stuck in the sand, both of them were a little welcoming, but not much.

"The woman named Talia found you?"

"She broke into Gotham University."

"Stupid." Holding one leg in one knee, Deathstroke turned sideways to take the juice next to him, took a sip and said, "I knew she and her father were not smart, but I didn't expect them to be stupid and bold." ”

"You told Talia about me?"

"It's with her dad, she's probably eavesdropping on the side." Deathbell shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the killer who was not working had a rather desireless temperament, and after taking another sip of juice, he said, "You have to give me a reason to explain to everyone the series of unreasonable changes in the world, they just want an answer." ”

"The League of Assassins has their eye on you?"

Deathstroke glanced at Schiller with some surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to know them, it seems that you are also an old fellow, I also dealt with them when I was younger, but recently, yes, that old demon is a little interested in me." ”

"Because you killed someone important?"

"You killed me, I was just the gun." Deathstroke sighed softly and said, "This is far more than the price of your favor, and I expect you to bring me more orders, but it seems that this is a complete failed investment." ”

"So you gave me out?"

"I never give out my employer's information to anyone."

To Schiller's surprise, Knell chose to deny it, and it didn't look like he was lying, so Schiller speculated a little and then said, "So the League of Assassins has been eyeing me for a long time, but your performance makes them more sure that I am influencing the world." ”

"Lei Xiaogu is not smart, but he lives long enough." Knell's tone slowed down, apparently as he weighed over what could be revealed as he spoke: "The person who witnesses history is always more sensitive to the direction of history, and he knows that something has happened that should not have happened. ”

"And what he minded was that someone had changed the world before he did." Deathbell shook his head lightly and said, "While I can't understand what these crazy people are thinking about every day clamoring to build new worlds, they obviously take this issue very seriously. ”

Schiller tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "You should have told me the news sooner, not when his daughter had recklessly broken into Gotham and didn't realize what she was here for." ”

"I can't say." Knell snapped the index and middle fingers of one hand together and said, "Our relationship is not so good, and the favor owed to you has been paid off." ”

"Because you went to the League of Assassins and found them more troublesome than you thought, you changed your mind."

"Please." Deathstroke raised his hand helplessly and said, "Go read your opponent's heart, Professor!" I'm just a killer who takes money to do things, and it doesn't make sense to get more from me. ”

"You should have family, right?"

"That's a cliché." Knell didn't look nervous at all, he looked at Schiller and said, "You're not the one to threaten people like that, Professor, that's not your identity." ”

"I mean, William Denechet, do you remember him?"

Knell's movements paused, and Schiller said in a calm tone: "You killed him while the FBI was investigating me for malfeasance, and stuffed him in a box, what enmity do you have against him?" ”

"Is there anything in this world that you don't know?" Deathstroke straightened up, his attitude finally serious, he turned to prop up the chaise longue, then leaned back on it and said, "Can't I just take revenge on you?" ”

"You're just a killer who gets paid for things." Schiller replied to him with the same words.

"The William you know is probably just a student who isn't smart enough, right?" Knell asked rhetorically.

Schiller didn't shy away from the question, he nodded and said, "So I was surprised when I saw him in the FBI, he wasn't good enough to stand out from the internship academy, let alone keep his position in the FBI, he was an opportunist." ”

"Then you should have thought that he must have used some dishonorable means to climb to his current position."

Schiller frowned, he didn't have a detailed memory of William, but before, he took the initiative to leave the FBI and have them investigate him for malfeasance, William was involved, looking like Amanda's henchman or partner.

In the end, his death was extremely tragic, and his body was completely stuffed into a small box, and it was put on public display in the FBI base, and the FBI was slapped in the face.

But other than that, Schiller really couldn't think of anything about Wilhelm.

"His real name is not William De Nechet."

"His real name is William D'Ante Walsh Jr., and his father is William Walsh, the head of the U.S. government's ACTH trial team," Deathbell said. ”

(End of chapter)