Red Hood and Red Robin are both murderers. Although judging from their records, they have strangled or beaten criminals to death but the other party was immediately revived, but most of the time they have not succeeded in killing anything. people.
Although the two of them have nothing to do with the word murderous, their ideas and methods are indeed the more radical among the Bat-family, with Damian being the most radical.
The Red Hood once died at the hands of the Joker. After his resurrection, he vowed to make all criminals pay the price. He had conflicts with Batman several times because Batman would not let him hit criminals hard, and Batman did the same for him. Slightly extreme thoughts give me a headache.
However, Mr. Lu Xun’s window opening effect always makes sense.
If you ask him not to kill people, he will definitely refuse, but if you ask him to grab the frozen human corpses and stuff them into the cutting machine, cut them into pieces, and then soak them in chemical solutions to expand the muscle texture and nerve structure. If he prints it on a notebook and puts the body parts into specimen slides, he will be willing not to 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, all numb. He looked at Harley who was operating the machine next to him, and shouted angrily: "How long will it take?!!"
"It's almost, it's almost." Harley frowned and debugged the machine's data and said: "Aren't we just asking you to put an arm into the machine?! Can you be a little more academic?! What if all the doctors in the world were like you? , then how can human surgical medicine develop?"
"Is this an arm?!!!"
With the roar of the Red Hood, the mountain of human limbs next to him fell to the ground with a "crash", and the ground at the feet of the Red Hood was instantly filled. The human fingers so close to him made the Red Hood jump in place as if he was electrocuted. Had a tap dance.
"Then I'm not allowed to pick out suitable materials?" Harley yelled back immediately: "If the experimental materials are unqualified and need to be reworked, wouldn't that be even more wasteful?!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Please!" Red Hood was almost wailing: "What the hell am I doing! Why should I stand among the piles of arms and legs in the middle of the night to help you lift a corpse? Cut into dozens of pieces?!”
"Coward!" Harley cursed without raising her head. Then she slapped the machine hard, looked at the Red Hood and said, "Aren't you also from the streets? Why do you feel like you've seen a ghost when you see a corpse?"
"Of course I've seen corpses! But not this kind...not this kind...this kind..." Red Hood said for a long time.
, can’t explain why.
An analogy can be drawn with Red Hood's current thinking. If someone suddenly asks "Have you seen a corpse?", many people may instinctively answer "Of course not."
But in fact, many people have seen corpses when an elderly person in their family dies, but at that time the body lying on the bed has not yet been labeled as a corpse, so people feel more of death.
Death is an instant process, and a corpse is the result of death. When most people feel the two, they pay more attention to the meaning of death itself and ignore the consequences of the corpse.
When Jason was a child, he often saw gang fights and deaths, but he was more concerned about why gangs fought and how many people died, rather than what the characteristics of the corpses on the street were, and when they would rot and fall apart.
, and how it will be dealt with in the end.
Except for some people with professional backgrounds or eccentricities, most people will not pay special attention to the body left behind after death. And if this is supplemented by a social outlook on respecting the deceased, most people will
They all respect dead bodies.
The same is true for Red Hood. In his opinion, killing criminals is acceptable, but dismembering their bodies and freezing them into slices is still too anti-human to him.
The machine started up with a "rumbling", and the red hood handed the arm of the corpse forward as Jason said. He was about to collapse when the first knife was struck.
The Red Hood is a normal person. He cannot accept the vibration feedback caused by cutting the human body. He can clearly feel the blade cutting through the frozen muscles and getting stuck on the bones for a while, and then pressing down until that part of the body is
The entire process of a limb completely detaching from its body.
It's also a little too forward for a lunatic.
He threw away his arm, shouted and rushed out of the warehouse, rushed to the corner, put his hands on the walls on both sides, and yelled at Harley who followed him out: "You damn mad woman!
!!”
Red Robin sighed softly, stood up holding the wall, looked at Harley and said, "I'll do it."
"Don't go, Tim! It's full of, full of..."
"Remember? I have a surgical education background." Red Robin said and followed Harley to the warehouse.
Although he was still shocked by the astonishing number of frozen limbs, his performance was much better than that of the Red Hood. He waved his hand to Harley and said: "I have an injury on my leg and I can't use it. You take your arm and go to it."
Come on, I'll operate the machine."
"Can you use it? Don't break it. I'm in a hurry to hand in my homework."
"Don't worry, I'm very good at machinery."
Red Robin fiddled with the cutting machine operating table twice, and sure enough, it started running smoothly. Harley selected the appropriate limbs and processed a lot of materials in about ten minutes.
"Although I know you may not be able to answer, I still want to ask you where do these human body materials come from?"
"If I were to say that I was the one who killed him, would you want to take out your gun and kill me?"
Red Robin shook his head and said: "First of all, I don't have a gun. Secondly, these limbs seem to have a lot in common. The biggest thing in common is that their muscle marks look like they have been trained, and they are not ordinary people who have no strength."
Man, I don’t think you have the ability to kill so many practitioners.”
"If you are a serial killer, based on your age and body shape, your targets should be more likely to be those who are less vigilant and less powerful, rather than these big and thick men who look like gangsters.
people."
Red Robin looked around at the limbs piled around him. He bent down to pick up one of them, and it had already reached the warehouse door.
The red hood let out another suffocating gasp.
The limb Red Robin picked up was a man's arm. The tattoos on it were clearly visible, and the tattoos on his fingers were
Judging from the calloused area, he should have used a gun frequently.
"You're right, these are gangsters." Harley bent down and began to put the limbs that she had messed up back into the freezer.
"What the hell is going on?!" Red Hood raised his voice and asked, "This hospital, and these corpses
, and those damn serial killers out there, who can give me an explanation?!!"
"As you can see, this mental hospital is full of serial killers. These corpses are gang members who were burned to death. The one you are holding in your hand should be a thug from the John Street Railroad Gang. His wrist is
Tattooed with a circle of train tracks.”
"The guy lying in the room was an unlucky guy who smashed his legs after a drunk driver. He bled to death before the ambulance arrived, so he was sent here. Although his legs were gone, his upper body was still intact.
It's still usable, so I'll use it to practice removing the pancreas."
"This hospital buys corpses from gangsters?" Red Robin asked. He frowned and immediately noticed the possible darkness here, so he continued to ask: "Then how can you guarantee that gangsters will not kill ordinary people and sell them to
you?
"Buy corpses from gangsters? No, no, no, we help gangsters dispose of corpses, and they have to pay us."
Red Hood and Red Robin were stunned for a moment, and then heard Harley explain in detail.
"After the gang war, the corpses must be disposed of immediately, because if not handled, diseases are likely to break out on their territory, and the smell of rotting corpses will be unbearable."
"Except for some luckier gangs near the sea, most gangs have to pay to dispose of corpses. A car can't hold several corpses, so they usually hire trucks to pull them into the sea and sink them, or else
It's like buying a crusher or something and flushing it down the sewer."
"There is no doubt that the bigger the gang, the more money they will invest in it, in case it is not handled properly.
, it is easy to make a street smelly, and other gangs will not be happy, which may shake their prestige."
"But now, after they finish work, no matter how many wounded and corpses there are, they only need to make an emergency call. After our ambulance arrives, the wounded are sent to a general hospital and the corpses are taken back to the underground cold storage and frozen to be used as experimental materials.
"
"At the end of the year, the fees will be settled based on the number of calls. There is no need to spend manpower, material resources, or time. Paying once will solve the problem of body disposal for a year. Where can I find such a good thing?"
"Now, 90% of Gotham's gangsters have handled the corpse disposal business at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There are actually many benefits to doing so."
"First of all, the efficiency and neatness of the nurses here in handling corpses are much better than those of unprofessional gang members. They can follow the direction of blood splatter to find all parts of each corpse, including those who were unfortunately killed. The fragments that are blown into the nooks and crannies can prevent certain human tissues from rotting in hard-to-detect corners to produce germs and odors, which can significantly improve the hygienic condition of Gotham's streets."
"Secondly, if a gang uses heavy weapons to blow up the body into pieces, causing the nurse's workload to be too high, then additional fees will be charged. The more difficult it is to clean up, the higher the fee will be."
"So, gangsters rarely use heavy weapons now, so if unfortunately a building collapses and all people are buried inside, the price quoted for body disposal will be astronomical."
"Now they can use pistols instead of shotguns, they can use cold weapons instead of hot weapons, they can chop people face to face on the road without putting cold guns in nooks and crannies. The easier it is to dispose of the body, the more room there will be for negotiation on the processing fee for the coming year. The bigger it gets."
"This can greatly reduce the scope of gang wars and make buildings less likely to be damaged. Since they regressed to the era of cold weapons, Gotham City's maintenance costs have dropped by at least half."
"The gangsters can dispose of the corpses more conveniently, quickly and cheaply, and the serial killers here have inexhaustible materials for human experimentation, allowing them to repeatedly realize various creative ideas. It is a win-win situation."
At this time, Red Hood and Red Robin were sitting side by side in the corner of the door wall, staring at stars. Harley put all the frozen limbs scattered on the floor back into the freezer.
She walked back to the room where the operating table was and found that the body on the operating table had almost thawed. She waved to the two of them and said, "Come here and hand over the tools, right?"
The two followed Harley step by step to the operating table. Red Hood looked at the corpse on the operating table and wanted to back off, but saw the sharp scalpel in Harley's hand and her cold eyes, and finally decided to shut up.
Red Robin, who had some surgical experience, frowned when he looked at Harley's childish face and extremely skillful cutting movements. He handed over a pair of scissors, but he still couldn't help but ask.
"Who taught you anatomy?"
What he actually meant was, which teacher would teach such a young child anatomy and surgical techniques?
Then I heard Harley's nonchalant answer.
"Bruce Wayne."
Red Robin and Red Hood's hearts stopped for a beat at the same time.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the door, and a sound that made their hearts stop even more came from outside the door.
"Harry, are you there? I'm Bruce, have you finished your homework?"