In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1149: Professor (12)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

Schiller strode into Jonathan's room, looked at Jonathan with a serious face, and said, "The nurse said, you are acting irritable again, and you have the tendency to hurt others. What's the matter? Haven't you already ordered a newspaper for you?" Is it?"

Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, looking very anxious. As soon as Schiller took a step closer, he seemed a little vigilant, but after realizing that it was Schiller, he relaxed a little and said, "I'm really fed up." Already!

"I don't know which old countryman who ran out of the backcountry dared to provoke me?! Just wait, I will let him know sooner or later that his three-legged cat kung fu is not worth it in my opinion." Mention!"

"What's the matter?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

Jonathan said angrily: "Last night, an idiot who claimed to be Professor V called. He said that he is the best chemist in the world. He also said that he would prove it to me. This road is impossible to walk, and they say that I am the most common kind of mediocrity on the street!"

Schiller froze for a moment, then said: "Professor V, who is that?"

"Who knows? He has never been in a newspaper at all, and he certainly hasn't done any decent work! That's why I said that he is a countryman who ran out of a poor country. He probably has never read a newspaper. It's ridiculous to dare to speak so boldly!"

"You said it all, he has never been in the newspaper, why do you bother with him? Moreover, he only dared to call, and he didn't even dare to show up. It was just a show of power."

Jonathan snorted coldly and said, "What kind of cat or dog dares to call itself a professor now! No, I want to see why he dares to be so arrogant? Give me a discharge certificate, and I'm going to meet him !”

"No, your current mental state is unstable. After you go out, if you get any stimulation, it will damage the reputation of the hospital."

"Okay, I know, you're just worried, am I going to trouble Batman?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, my goal this time is not your favorite student. I'm not interested in him, but I have to make that idiot who provoked me pay the price!"

Seeing Jonathan's manic state, Schiller sighed, grabbed the medical record from the side and began to write, while exhorting: "It seems that if I don't release you from the hospital, you will escape from prison."

"However, we have three chapters of the agreement. You should settle your personal grievances without poisoning the whole city, right? The water purification device in my office hasn't been installed yet..."

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

"Okay, okay, I know you are the most powerful chemist." Schiller said perfunctorily. , Many guys who have been in the newspaper have entered Gotham, you'd better pay attention."

Jonathan took the certificate issued by Schiller, walked towards the door, and said disdainfully: "It is they who should pay attention."

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Schiller breathed a sigh of relief after seeing off Jonathan. He returned to his office, and just as his buttocks sat on the chair, he heard a loud "boom".

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

Less than half an hour later, Gordon came to the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital with Jack the Clown, threw him on the ground, and said: "Thanks for the broccoli, the ground of the chemical plant is destroyed, no Can't start construction, this lunatic didn't blow up the employees, he just moved the chemical plant to the ground."

Jack lay on the ground and couldn't get up. He didn't stand up until Gordon left, looked at Schiller and said, "You know what? I did a great thing!"

Before Schiller asked, Jack started stamping his feet and cursing again. From his trivial words, Schiller figured out what was going on. It still had to start with broccoli invading Gotham Speaking of.

Huge broccoli growing in the city will definitely damage the ground, and all buildings are built on the ground. After the ground is destroyed, many buildings have become dilapidated buildings and must be repaired.

However, if you want to repair a house, you must have building materials, and if you want building materials, you must have heavy-duty trucks to deliver materials. Work alone, and Jack is no exception.

Since his little bat broke his heart last time, Jack has decided to fight him coldly. He believes that without him, Batman will be very lonely, maybe he will hide in Crying in bed.

But he can take this opportunity to earn a lot of money. When the time comes, when Batman comes to the slums again, he can use the money to bury Batman.

Thinking that such a day will come, Jack is full of energy, but just last night, he was running the night train when he bumped into something suddenly.

Many people must know that almost no truck driver who runs at night does not speed. Jack is particularly crazy in this respect. He is not only overloaded, but also speeding. The only difference between a spaceship and a rocket is that it does not need to count down.

In this case, hitting something is very fatal. Jack's truck is a bit tattered, but the quality of the thing he hit is quite good, and it was rolled under the tire and got stuck If the tire is worn out, the car will not be able to run on the spot.

Jack got out of the car and saw that he was furious. What he hit was a person, but to be precise, it was not a person, because it was a puppet made of human limbs, and the parts of human limbs were basically nothing. Strength, but the connecting parts are extremely strong, and the hub of Jack's truck is stuck and deformed.

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

Originally, night trains are urgent, urgent and earn a lot of money. If the car breaks down, not only the goods will not be delivered, but the single owner may also be offended. deficit.

He dragged the puppet out from under the tires, reassembled the limbs that were almost crushed into minced meat, and investigated the welding parts of the connecting parts.

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

After dawn, Jack found a towing company to tow the truck away, but when he returned to the truck driver's base, he heard that many drivers who drove late at night encountered this kind of doll. There were seven or eight such accidents.

After looking for the places mentioned by the truck drivers, Jack checked all the dolls, and found that they had a common feature, that is, the degree of decay of the limbs was relatively high, and they were almost unusable. .

Jack knew that this was probably some kind of ritual. The creators of these dolls deliberately left them on the road so that the trucks that were driving at a high speed could crush the dolls that were no longer worth using into minced meat. It's like scrapping a piece of garbage for free.

Jack also discovered that among all the limbs, the brain is the freshest, that is to say, these dolls were conscious before they were crushed.

But the joints on their legs were all removed, which made them unable to escape. They could only watch helplessly as a high-speed truck drove towards them, and then, they were caught under the tires. He heard the sound of his own skull being crushed.

There is no doubt that this is a murderer's bad taste. Jack can think of it. The creators of the dolls must promise their works that as long as you work hard, you can get back your original body. But after they have dedicated their lives to their masters, they can only be hung on the hub of a truck, leaving no scum left.

After analyzing the locations of these accidents and the degree of corruption of all the corpses, Jack quickly deduced that the puppet maker's base was in the famous Wayne Chemical Factory.

Now, Jack became even more furious. The other party dared to choose a chemical plant with Wayne in its name as his base. This was a shameless invasion! Batman still owes him a hundred bucks, and he doesn't even have a building called Wayne as his base!

"So, you took the bomb and went to blow up the Wayne Chemical Plant to the ground?" Schiller looked at Jack and asked. The bomb, that is the result of my collection for a long time, it was originally prepared for my good friend Batman!"

"This **** fool, tasteless lunatic! He actually wasted so many of my goodies!

" Jack began to mutter curses again.

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

"How do I know." Jack said angrily, but then he curled his lips and said, "Whether he is dead or not, those works of his must be finished, but I'm afraid it's worse than taking his work." It made him feel even more uncomfortable."

Suddenly, Jack calmed down again, and he said in a low and slow tone: "I know very well what kind of people these lunatics are, this group of self-proclaimed artists are actually mediocre and stupid , most value some of their worthless collections.”

"They enjoy manipulating the fate of others. After every work of art is created, they will definitely arrange a dramatic fate for him, when to be born, when to die, and in what way to die..."

"The same type of artwork ~IndoMTL.com~ must have the same death time and death method, and they will never allow their carefully created works to fail to fulfill their established destiny."

"And now, a big explosion blasted them all into the sky, and with a bang, half a lifetime of hard work was wasted! A cruel smile appeared on Jack's face, and he said with a deep smile:

"Dolls made of delicate female parts and dolls made of rough dock workers' parts are all mixed together, and there is no distinction between them... It's really sad to think about it. , if their master saw this scene, they might cry out in anger, hahahahahaha!"

Schiller looked at Jack silently. Obviously, Jack is the kind of killer who is good at torturing other serial killers, and even kills with a heart.

Schiller arranged Jack in the ward where Jonathan originally lived. It was a special ward. If there was any problem, the doctors and nurses could arrive as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, Schiller went to help check the crazy citizens who hadn't recovered. After a busy day, the night seemed unusually quiet. Jack obediently took his medicine and fell asleep early. Schiller thought 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, 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, roaring towards the inside .

"You **** bastard!

! Blow up the chemical plant! Made me lose my job! I am going to kill you!