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Chapter 566 The Smiling Justice League and Bat-like Deduction, and
Chapter 566 The Smiling Justice League and Bat-like Deduction, and Secret Stalking
Outside Gotham.
on the road.
A raccoon, looking rather silly, emerged from the bushes and found a donut on the road that some driver had probably thrown away.
It excitedly ran over, and then saw the roar of a car engine in the distance, followed by the flashing headlights.
A heavy truck, a tanker, smoking and flashing its headlights, drove toward the raccoon.
The panicked raccoon grabbed its donut and quickly dodged away. The truck roared past, leaving behind fallen leaves blown by the wind and a few drops of strange green liquid on the ground.
The raccoon watched the heavy oil tanker drive away.
He finished his dinner with his head down in a daze, then turned his gaze to the one or two drops of green liquid dripping from the tanker truck next to him.
It innocently went up and licked two drops.
But nothing seemed to happen. The raccoon stood upright, its bright little eyes flashing with a human-like thoughtful expression, and then the corners of its mouth slowly curled up.
Jie Jie Jie...
He laughed, and then the laughter grew louder and louder.
The raccoon turned its head again and saw the huge tanker truck turning around and driving towards it. But this time, the raccoon did not dodge again. Instead, it made a sound that sounded most like laughter, which is the most raccoon physiological structure could produce, and pounced on the wheels.
"Hehehehe... Hohohahahehehe..."
The tanker truck stopped in a wooden cabin deep in the forest, and a hand wearing a purple suit and purple gloves emerged from the driver's cab.
He waved, as if signaling to the other drivers behind him who didn't actually exist.
He then parked the car and got out.
"Hehehe, what a wonderful life."
He said.
When one of the three clowns, wearing a baseball cap, knocked on the door of the cabin with a cane in one hand and a cane in the other, he saw the Laughing Man, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a bowler hat, holding a cane exactly like his own, greeting him.
"I picked up the small animals that had been run over on the road and brought them back to barbecue."
"...But just now, while I was grilling it, he jumped up and said to me, 'The fire's too low, hurry up, I'm in a rush to be reborn!'"
The joker finished telling the lame joke before the clown could.
The clown said, "You've heard of this."
"Have you heard of it?" Xiao Ke said. "This is what I wrote."
"You comedians always like to take all the credit for other people's work." The clown took out a toothpick and shaved his teeth.
"By the way, this is my shirt."
"Your shirt?" Laughing Guy pursed his lips. "Who's stealing someone else's credit now? Come on, get ready to come in and hear what big scheme the boss is up to. He hasn't arrived yet, probably held up by something, but the boss is always the one who's late, isn't he?"
"He thinks he's the boss," the clown said.
"Sigh, someone has to take that role between us," the laughing man replied.
Two clowns entered the room, and then one of them turned on the radio.
The radio was playing the news channel.
"I don't know what to think right now, guys, but we... we've received our third clown sighting report tonight."
"...Security cameras at the Ace chemical plant captured the recent Arkham fugitive, which contradicts previous sighting reports."
"Details of the incident at the chemical plant are still under wraps, but sources say a body has been found... The Joker's recent series of horrific events began earlier this week when writer Dr. Roger Henton was found stuffed into a cleaning closet in Arkham with a rubber chick in his throat."
The clown said, "I do far more creative work than you do."
The man remained noncommittal.
The radio was still playing.
"Dr. Henton has recently been interviewing several Arkham prisoners to write a sequel to his bestselling book, *Bang! Psychology: Understanding Male and Female Superhumans*. The controversial author strongly condemns drag hero culture in the book, arguing that the mask strips men and women from their conscience, allowing them to unleash their darker sides without more complex consequences..."
The wooden door creaked open.
The last clown walked in.
"I've finished my work."
His code name is "Criminal".
The oldest clown, the one who never laughs, the serious clown.
He held a cane in one hand and threw the bat girl Barbara Gordon, whom he was carrying, onto the floor of the cabin with the other.
"I'm late, I know. This bitch went berserk and knocked down five or six of my minions, which is why I was a little late."
"That's what the criminal said."
He glanced around at the other two clowns present.
"Well then, now that everyone's here..."
"It's time to talk."
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Ace Chemical Plant.
Gotham City Police Department Inspector Harvey Block removed the red hood from the head of the female corpse dressed in the Batgirl uniform.
Beneath the hood was a pale woman's face, with wine-red hair and a beautiful face—
If it weren't for the fact that her mouth was stretched all the way to her ears.
Beside him, Gotham City Police Commissioner Jim Gordon nearly fainted.
With his last breath, he whispered to Harvey Block, "Who? Who is the victim?"
"I have no idea."
Then he heard Harvey's voice say something.
He reached out his gloved hand and pinched the woman's face.
"This is not the primary crime scene. All the employees in this factory have been accounted for. The clown must have brought the victim in from outside and then killed her here, poor girl."
Harvey then examined the two male corpses next to him. They had died in exactly the same way as the female corpse, even their smiles were identical.
Harvey Block used his police expertise to quickly examine the body in front of him.
"The chemicals that bleach their skin burn off their fingerprints, and this same chemical also destroys all DNA tests. The nerve damage to their facial muscles causes their jaws to break, resulting in a maniacal laughing expression, which makes matching dental records almost impossible. Like clowns, their identities remain unknown."
"Jim, what's wrong with you?"
He spoke a long string of words before turning around and noticing Chief Gordon's unusual behavior.
"I'm fine, I can handle it." Chief Gordon took a breath, and a policeman next to him came over to help him up.
"Thank you, young man," Chief Gordon said, then turned to Harvey Block and said to the policeman supporting him, "Excuse me, could you help me over there to get a look?"
He walked up to the female corpse, examined it carefully for a while, and finally realized that the body in front of him, dressed in a batgirl uniform, was not his Barbara.
Chief Gordon felt ashamed of the relief he had just received.
"So Batgirl is dead," Inspector Brock said from the side. "And we can't find Batgirl's family anymore, because we haven't known Batgirl's true identity for a long time, and now we can't find them through the body."
He said, "Jim, this isn't something Gotham can handle anymore; this is a Justice League matter."
The ghostly rain in Gotham began to fall drop by drop. This city was always like this: dark, damp, and filled with madness and despair.
Harvey Bullock repeated, "The Justice League, or just have Batman—"
Then Inspector Brock suddenly stopped talking, feeling as if he were being enveloped by a huge shadow in the dark.
He stared blankly at the shadow of the pointed ears projected onto the ground.
"Batman?"
He asked uncertainly in a low voice, "Batman has been away from this city for a long time. Mr. Freeze and the Penguin have taken over the city's superhero affairs, but they don't instill fear in people like Batman does."
Batgirl had long operated in Gotham, collaborating with the occasional Nightwing in an attempt to inherit Batman's mantle. Harvey knew this, but by then Batgirl was already a corpse, at least that's what he knew.
So at this moment, he's still dressed as Batman...
It must be him.
It really was him.
The man who left Gotham City, the legendary man.
"Batman, come back—"
Then Harvey Block saw a total of five Batmen appear in front of him.
"?"
He stared silently at the strangely shaped Batmen before him.
Hey there, that overly muscular Batman, your golden beard's practically showing! Is this Batman? And your lower body, those golden scales are showing at your ankles—
You must be a player, absolutely a player.
And then there's the female bat who's leading the group—I thought Batgirl was one of the more unusual art styles, but at least she's relatively flat.
But don't you think it looks even more incongruous with those two big bulges on your chest?
Five Batmen landed on the ground in unison.
The bat army left Harvey speechless for a moment.
"Batgirl has been kidnapped, but she's still alive. The Joker might do something to her. We don't know where she is now," Commissioner Gordon said rapidly. "Save her!"
"I am," Wonder Woman said.
Inspector Brock had no idea how Commissioner Gordon had come to the conclusion that Batgirl was still alive.
But he was certain that the Batmen in front of him were Justice League members in disguise.
He saw Batwoman walk up to the body.
"I am the Joker."
"?"
Wonder Woman's first words made Brock's forehead look question mark again. He originally thought he was a dark, cold, and righteous Gotham City police officer, but what's wrong with these 5 people in front of him?
They don't fit Gotham's image at all, and even wearing a Batman suit can't change that.
"It's impossible for me to kill a writer and take him to Arkham at the same time, then kill a comedian in Somerset, poison innocent people, and then take them to the Ace chemical plant."
"Three crime scenes, three clowns, what does that mean?" Chief Gordon asked.
The answer is obvious.
"That means there are three of us," said Hal, the Bat-Green Lantern.
"I'm begging you, can you please stop using the clown's tone to deduce things?" Inspector Brock said. "It's giving me the creeps."
He saw that every member of the Justice League had a smile on their face beneath their bat-like hoods.
He wasn't sure if the smile was a friendly, normal kind, or a prelude to manic laughter.
But regardless of the type, the effect they create under the Batman mask is terrifying enough.
"I want your attention to these dead... not the missing tanker truck," Superman Clark said.
"Half of the security cameras were broken, but for the ones that were still working, I stared straight at them. I wanted people to see me. So I left living witnesses when I murdered Merckson and recorded the killing of comedian Apacá."
I want to be seen.
Shazam the Bat said, "Wait a minute, how come you've all become master detectives one after another? Am I the only one who still can't figure anything out after having the Joker's mind?"
"..." The Bat Aquaman beside him opened his chin, revealing a full golden beard beneath his bat-head mask, and then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
He wanted to come up with the same reasoning as Wonder Woman and the others, but he couldn't think of anything.
Brock, who was listening nearby, nodded repeatedly.
Although it was initially creepy to hear the Batmen... I mean, the Justice League members all speaking in the Joker's voice, once you remove that, you can clearly feel that it's an immersive reasoning technique.
They are making steady progress toward the truth, and this sophisticated reasoning greatly intrigues Inspector Brock.
Fiji.
Chen Tao squatted on the beach, intently watching the spy.
It's better to ensure there are no problems beforehand than to discover them afterward.
"This is impossible. How could the Joker have escaped my eyes and ears in Gotham City... Even if he used murder to distract me, how could he have killed someone right under my nose... This is not something he could have done. My Metal Spirit is already monitoring..."
"Alright, Mr. Bruce, the Justice League is doing a great job. Shall we head out for a surfing trip now?"
Meanwhile, in Gotham, Wonder Woman's deductions continue.
"By diverting attention, I got the tanker truck. I can transport Joker Venom. But I need a place to store my Venom."
"The Gotham City Aquarium closed two days ago because the main water pipes needed repairs."
"Of course, it can't all be such a coincidence, because I'm the one behind it all," Hal, the Bat-Green Lantern, said. "Obviously, where else in Gotham could I possibly store my Joker Venom?"
Harvey Block:
How did this train of thought jump to that point?
What the hell is the connection?
How did you skip the process and jump straight to the conclusion?
"Obvious"?
what?
Is this reasoning?
Chief Gordon patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.
"We have to go to the aquarium. The Joker is there, at least his venom is there," Wonder Woman concluded.
(End of this chapter)