Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

Alfred bowed slightly, put away the tray, and said, "The lunar bat cave has captured some special space-time fluctuations... probably what Lucian mentioned as the parallel world."

This planet has not been deliberately disturbed by Barbatos or Laughter, the time and space are regular and clear, and there are no difficulties. When Lucian suddenly appeared in Gotham without any signs and did those suspicious and clumsy things, the Silent Bat had this suspicion.

As Sherlock Holmes wrote, eliminate the impossible.

At least for now, the Silent Bat looked at the captured time and space movement without saying a word.

He began to consider the rationality of being hired by the so-called God of Time and Space.

"Belladonna, also known as Datura, extracts from its rhizomes; pyrethroids, or synthetic insecticides, purified; alkaloids from ergot... I must warn you, little dog." The Scarecrow finally decided to tell Lucien that these were the results of his research. For someone like him, he was happy to see them publicized and used on a large scale.

"Wayne knows all this. He has already prepared an antidote. If you want to use it to give him a hard blow... hehe."

Lucian wrote them down one by one. "Don't worry, Dr. Klein, these things will actually be used for medical purposes... I will help you write a research paper and publish it in a medical journal. You will be on the cover of Nature Reviews: Drug Discovery and become the winner of the Nobel Prize in Medicine."

"That's better." The future Nobel Prize winner in medicine sneered.

This is indeed not used to deal with bats, it is used to deal with the Joker, and certainly not the half-finished product Jack.

It's for Lucien himself...

……

Returning to the cell, but before that, Lucian asked Alfred for a pack of cigarettes. He couldn't stand the days without cigarettes. After agreeing, he went further and asked for two books, and made a reservation for breakfast tomorrow.

He didn't consider himself an outsider at all, and Alfred strangely agreed.

Lucien guessed it, and he bit the sponge between his teeth and puffed out smoke.

Of course he could guess...it was definitely the Silent Bat who was behind this.

Chapter 186 Who was deceived again? It's you, stupid boy

What does it mean when Lincoln March and Talia Aught marry?

This means that the Court of Owls and the League of Assassins are allies.

Due to ideological differences and the lack of a common enemy, although these two forces appear harmonious on the surface, they are constantly experiencing internal friction. And because the upper echelon of the Court of Owls is the Owl Organization, which can be extended back to the Tribe of Judah, the Assassin's League is at a disadvantage.

Jack left Gotham and kept changing his means of transportation and identity to go to the Middle East - the base camp of the League of Assassins.

His brown eyes scanned the car, then he bent down, as if polishing shoes, and took out the tiny camera from the bottom of the seat. Looking at the pure black coating on it, Jack smiled at it.

Wear it on the left chest, and then insert a plain color pen into the same position to cover it up.

"Excuse me." Someone passed by behind me... The green train was congested.

Jack found a place to stand.

……

Well, he was not bewitched by Lucian, or perhaps, compared to his yearning for the so-called "complete" Batman, Jack would rather guard the silent Bat who only responded to a few people.

But he still did it, pretending to be on Lucian's side and doing his best... He was not deceiving Lucian, he was deceiving someone else.

The train mirror reflected Jack's image blurrily - not tall, not thin, just ordinary, and would not attract any attention if thrown into the crowd.

Jack put on a mask...which could cover the overly conspicuous "U"-shaped nails, and this time he completely blended in with the surroundings.

He deceived the ubiquitous League of Assassins and the Court of Owls.

Silent Bat said something when Elliot died -

"To eradicate you and the assholes who have corrupted Gotham over the years."

It's not that he doesn't care about Gotham, but he hasn't found an opportunity to intervene, so he stands in the tower, indifferent - what can he do? The President is Lincoln March, the First Lady is Talia Augh, and the Governor, Mayor, and even the Mayor are all under the rule of the Court of Owls.

If the Silent Bat kills his way through, Gotham will only be in a worse situation, so it is better to wait and see, and Lucian's appearance is the best time.

So does Lucien know?

he does not know.

Please, Lucian doesn't have a God's perspective, nor does he have X-ray vision. The only comic plot he knows is useless.

"To the world, I am always a stranger. I do not understand its language, and it does not understand my silence. All we exchange is a little contempt, as if we were meeting in a mirror."

Lucien was holding a copy of "The Game" in his hand and reading it with great interest.

The cigarette was held between his fingertips, the ashes fell, and then he accidentally ironed the wool windbreaker.

"Shift!"

"Are you taking me for a fool? Zavin!"

The detective stood over the landlord, who was paralyzed on the ground and unable to walk, and asked, "Someone broke into your tenant's house, killed the tenant, and then shot your leg in the back?"

"Ha!" The detective looked up and down at Zaven, who still hadn't stopped the bleeding or applied emergency bandages. "You might as well call an ambulance now and see if you can save your legs!"

He simply recorded the case and left without staying for even a second.

"Wait! Officer! I'm innocent! I have video footage!"

The police officer paused and asked, "You said you have a video of the victim being murdered?"

"Yes, yes." Zaven said hurriedly.

The police looked at each other, and finally the first one spoke up: "Bring it here and let me see it."

"This, this." Zaven pointed to his legs.

"Okay, Zavin, for the sake of your legs, tell us where it is."

Zaven pointed to the small door hidden in the corner, which was not noticeable. "There is a staircase there, leading to the attic."

"Very well, Bob, you go."

Bob climbed up the stairs behind him and quickly looked down: "Captain, the computer wires upstairs have been chewed by mice."

"Then take the hard drive down, idiot!" The captain looked at Zavin again, "Perhaps you have some other software that can allow us to see it on the spot?"

Zawen quickly took out a mobile phone from under the pillow and handed it over: "The video in here is synchronized...you can watch it, you can watch it."

The captain took it and looked at it. The team members behind him looked at each other and said, "What else? Nothing else?"

"It's gone, it's gone." Zawen stretched his neck to look at the mobile phone screen in the captain's hand, but unfortunately he didn't see it.

The scene playing on the captain's mobile phone screen was the scene of the tenant being murdered... Of course, the murderer was not Lucian, Zaven was just subjectively misled.

The captain of the assassins knew them—he had known for a long time that someone would kill the tenant who belonged to the lower level of the Court of Owls and then use his identity to enter the church—they were all members of the Assassin's League.

The captain looked at Zawen and smiled. "Very good, we have the evidence, Zawen. We will prove your innocence. Don't worry, we will take responsibility for tracking down the murderer."

Zaven breathed a sigh of relief and watched them leave the room one by one. Before leaving, the captain kindly reminded them, "Call an ambulance, Zaven. Maybe your foot can be saved."

Zaven gave a wry smile: "I didn't buy..." He was about to say that he didn't have insurance, but he quickly realized: "Oh - you're right, officer, I almost forgot, I bought insurance this year."

He twisted his body and tried his best to touch the phone on the bedside table... There is a community hospital in the East District, and the sound of the ambulance was heard when the police drove away.

"How naive!" Bob, who had just gone up to retrieve the hard drive, tossed it up and down. "You actually expect us to uphold justice."

The other man leaned his head on his shoulder, took a sip from a bottle of wine in his bag, and said, "It's Weiss's fault for not being cautious enough to realize there would be a camera in the room. You should be thankful for Zaven's naiveté... If he hadn't called the police, wouldn't that have been the end of it? Just clean up his mess."

"I heard Weiss's mission failed."

"Yes, the bodies were used to build the wall." Bob continued, then turned back to Zavin, leaned forward and asked the captain: "I remember his house was passed down from his father."

The captain said, "Just wait. The next time we see him, he'll either jump into the sea or commit suicide, or else..."

He knocked on the car window, motioning to the emaciated homeless man huddled on a cardboard: "Right here."

……

Because Zawen was sent to the hospital too late, because the two bullets had strong fragmentation power, and because the medical technology of the community hospital was not good enough... In short, he spent nearly 300,000 yuan, almost exhausted his savings, and could only barely save his own two feet.

He was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to the general ward, with both of his feet in plaster and hanging in the air.

"Hello, this is Rodriguez Insurance Company. How may I help you?"

The sweet girl's voice came into Zawen's ears from the phone. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm in the hospital now. After the operation, you send someone over to advance the money for me."

"Um... sir, you mean you've finished the surgery, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, come here quickly, I have the medical insurance policy here - this is covered by your compensation!"

"Yes, that's right, sir." The woman's voice was sweet and unhurried. "Do you have the insurance contract on hand?"

"If you have, please see Article 148: This insurance claim must be notified to the company before medical services are provided. No claim will be made if this is not disclosed."

……

Chapter 187 What He Fears

Lucian closed the book. It had been a week since he was imprisoned here by the Silent Bat. To be honest, it was a bit boring.

He leaned back, put his legs on the edge of the table, and lit a cigarette. There were already quite a few cigarette butts piled on the ground.

Neither Alfred nor the Silent Bat said anything more to him.

Of course, there is no clown illusion of chatting and farting.

This made him feel abandoned. Even when he fell asleep, his dreams were filled with the boring ocean and red-breasted robins.

Birds that originally lived in plains or grasslands showed discomfort at the seaside.

But Lucien had no other choice, he couldn't even find it a companion.

lonely.

Lonely?

Only geniuses and madmen enjoy solitude.

Ordinary people are just lonely.

Lucien was indeed a little lonely and wanted to go out.

He didn't have the lock picking, the stealth, the sense for traps, the timing, or the skills to hold his own in a one-on-one fight with Batman... He didn't have any of that.

What Lucian could do... He looked at the miniature bomb on his wrist.

……

He bet that normal Gotham people all had the habit of burial.