Jonathan moved his eyes away from the test tube, looked up at a bunch of data on the screen and said, "No problem, this thing is a toxin that accelerates cell aging. The poison will not cause swelling of the whole body, and once poisoned, the damage will be irreversible.
It cannot be rescued with current medical methods available to ordinary people."
"But this is not any known chemical formula. I need to test it again. 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 Thalia reached out to my head in a show of coolness." Schiller stared at the reaction in the test tube and said: "I guessed that her nails were poisonous, so Gray Fog took the opportunity to save a part of her nails.
Coating samples.”
"That's why you let her go so easily?"
"I have already said that I don't care about her and Bruce's personal affairs, but I am investigating a case that Cobot entrusted me to investigate. It is related to some kind of toxin, and she is one of the suspects."
Pamela nodded and said with a sigh: "To be honest, professor, your reputation at Gotham University can make children cry at night. I thought you would be the kind of person who is easily angered."
"I rarely get really angry about anything." Schiller replied as if making small talk: "I show anger most of the time, just because anger can be a deterrent, which makes teaching easier.
Some."
After finishing speaking, Schiller looked back at Pamela and said: "If you are indifferent to everything, they will feel that you don't take it seriously, and they will take advantage of you. So you can learn how to act angry to express what you value."
manner."
Pamela pursed her lips, obviously thinking about whether to do something. She had actually been dissatisfied with some students in the Department of Botany for spreading gossip about her, but she didn't have such strong emotions to make a big quarrel with them.
Let's get them to stop this behavior.
But this time the scandal has brought her trouble. If all the women who are interested in Bruce follow the scandal and find her, then she will never have a quiet life. It seems that it is time to spread gossip to those people.
Let's take a look at the color.
"But don't really murder them." Schiller said at the right time, as if he could read minds: "You can rush to the infirmary and lose your temper with your classmates, and have a big quarrel with everyone, but
Don't murder anyone for this kind of thing, you will only bring trouble to yourself."
"This is too difficult." Pamela frowned in pain and said, "I can calmly think of dozens of ways of poisoning each person without leaving traces, but I really don't know how to do it.
Yelling at them like an angry ape."
"You can watch TV series." Schiller went to the table on the other side to read Jonathan's newspaper and said, "Novel and comics are also OK. Start by imitating the emotional expression of the virtual characters and design designs for each of your emotions.
Develop a set of behavioral patterns, then slowly subdivide them into the actions corresponding to each small emotion, and finally flexibly combine them and apply them reasonably in every scene of life."
Pamela sighed deeply, put her red hair back and looked at Schiller and said, "Have you ever practiced like this? Professor."
"Yes, once." Schiller nodded and said.
At this time, Jonathan turned around, tapped the test tube with his gloved fingers and said: "The results given by all instruments and chemical reaction tests are solid alcohol. Obviously there are some components in it 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 it will not cause body edema by accelerating cell aging. I'm afraid this is not the correct answer you are looking for."
Schiller nodded, looked at Jonathan and said, "So is it useful for your recent research?"
"This is very interesting." Jonathan looked back at the test tube rack and said: "Actually, I am not interested in cytotoxins, but it is a bit wasteful for them to use this mysterious ingredient as a poison to kill people. Could it be diluted and processed, and used
Wouldn't it be more interesting to make a life-depriving device?"
"I obtained a sample of this toxin from a woman who may have more on her hands."
Jonathan immediately rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Then tell me her name. I think I need to visit her."
"Talia Algur, but you'd better be careful. There is an entire organization behind her, called the League of Assassins."
“What does this organization do?”
"Who knows, maybe it's the kind of lunatic organization that is obsessed with building a new world."
"That's really crazy."
After leaving the chemistry laboratory of the Patient Activity Center of Arkham Asylum where Jonathan was located, Schiller went to another building on the island.
As mentioned before, Arkham Asylum was moved to an independent island. In addition to the mental hospital, there are also many special criminal organizations stationed here, including the mercenary hall that is gradually growing.
This is not surprising. A city like Gotham, which is full of all kinds of poisons, has only now developed a business of exchange and distribution of mercenaries and killers from all over the world. This is purely because dogs also dislike the smell of dog poop. In the past, killers would go around Gotham.
After Gotham gained some order, it naturally became a paradise for mercenaries and killers. After all, it is also a megacity on the east coast, filled with gold-selling caves of various prosperous societies.
Mercenaries and killers are people who live in the present. The work of licking blood all day long makes them need to vent more than ordinary criminals. Making big money is for enjoyment. If they can act openly in the prosperous cities of the United States, what are they doing?
I want to squat in the remote areas of Southeast Asia.
They didn't have a choice before, but now of course they will choose Gotham. This is a city where even the FBI can't enter. Where else can be safer than here?
However, they knew how powerful Gotham was, and they were all introduced to hotels on the island by acquaintances. Roy equally loved everyone who came to Gotham for the purpose of spending money, and the city government even gave these gangs
The mercenaries and killers arranged special cars so that they could go to the city to spend money.
Later, many well-known killers tasted the benefits here. After finishing a big job, they would come here for vacation. More and more people came. The mercenary activity center has been expanded several times and now it has become a comprehensive entertainment venue, hotel, and nightclub.
, casinos, shopping malls, everything.
Gotham's climate has changed dramatically recently, and the people of Gotham are almost sunburned. This group of out-of-towners who came for vacation happily went to the beach to bask in the sun. It was on the beach of the Mercenary Activity Center Hotel that Schiller found the death knell.
Deathstroke was still wearing a mask, but his upper body was bare and he was wearing a pair of beach shorts. It was impossible to tell his specific age just from his body shape, but from the appearance of his strong, scar-free skin, it was clear that he was no ordinary person.
Because it had just rained the night before, the sunshine in the morning was not very good, and there were not many people on the beach, so Deathstroke saw Schiller and Pamela walking over at a glance.
They were like old friends who went on vacation separately and happened to meet on the same beach. Deathstroke sat up from the deck chair, and Schiller stood in front of the deck chair, inserting the tip of his umbrella into the sand. Both of them offered a little welcome.
It means but not much.
"Did that woman named Thalia find you?"
"She broke into Gotham University."
"Stupid." Deathstroke held the knee of one leg with one hand, turned to get the juice next to it, took a sip and said: "I knew that she and her father were not smart, but I didn't expect that they were not only stupid, but also stupid.
Very bold."
"You told Thalia about me?"
"It's with her father. She might be eavesdropping." Deathstroke lightly shrugged. The killer who was not at work had a kind of unscrupulous temperament. He took another sip of juice and said, "You have to
Let me have a reason to explain to everyone the series of unreasonable changes in the world, they just want an answer."
"The League of Assassins is targeting 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 guy. I also dealt with them when I was young, but recently, yes, that old devil has been a little bit towards me.
interest."
"Because you killed someone important?"
"You were the one who killed me, I was just the gun." Deathstroke sighed softly and said, "This is far beyond the price of your favor. I also expected you to bring me more orders.
But it looks like this was a complete failure of investment.”
"So you gave me away?"
"I never disclose my employer's information to anyone."
To Schiller's surprise, Deathstroke chose to deny it, and it didn't look like he was lying. Schiller speculated for a while and then said: "So the Assassin League has been targeting me for a long time, but your performance made them
More sure that I am impacting the world.”
"Lei Xiaogu was not smart, but he lived long enough." Deathstroke's tone slowed down, and he was obviously considering the information he could reveal while speaking: "People who witness history are always more sensitive to the direction of history.
, he knew something happened that shouldn’t have happened.”
"What he cares about is that someone changed the world before him." Deathstroke shook his head slightly and said: "Although I can't understand what these crazy people who clamor to build a new world every day are thinking, but they obviously think
This issue is taken very seriously.”
Schiller tilted his head slightly to the side and said: "You should have told me the news earlier, instead of letting me find out about it myself when his daughter wandered into Gotham without realizing what she was doing.
"
"I can't say." Deathstroke snapped the index finger and middle finger of one hand together and said, "Our relationship is not that good, and the favor I owe you has been paid off."
"Because you went to the League of Assassins and found that they were more troublesome than you thought, so you changed your mind."
"Please." Deathstroke raised his hand helplessly and said, "Go and read your opponent's mind, Professor! I'm just a killer who gets paid to do things. There's no point in getting more from me."
"You must have a family, right?"
"This is so cliché." Deathstroke didn't look nervous at all. He looked at Schiller and said: "You are not someone who threatens others like this, Professor, that is not in line with your status."
"I mean, William Denechet, do you remember him?"
Deathstroke paused, and Schiller said calmly: "You killed him while the FBI was investigating me for malfeasance, and stuffed him in a box. What grudge do you have against him?"
"Is there anything in this world that you don't know?" Deathstroke straightened his body, and his attitude finally became more serious. He turned around and propped up the recliner, then leaned on it and said, "Can't I just help you get revenge?
"
"You're just a killer who gets paid to do things." Schiller responded with the same words.
"The William you know may just be a not-so-smart student, right?" Deathstroke asked.
Schiller did not avoid the question. He nodded and said: "So I was surprised when I saw him in the FBI. His ability was not enough for him to stand out from the internship academy, let alone for him to be in the FBI.
To keep his position, he is an opportunist."
"Then you should have thought that he must have used some dishonorable means to get to where he is now."
Schiller frowned. He had no detailed memory about William, but before, he voluntarily left the FBI and asked them to investigate him for malfeasance. William was involved in it, and it seemed that he was one of Amanda's subordinates or someone else.
partner.
In the end, his death was extremely miserable. His body was completely stuffed into a small box and was publicly displayed in the FBI base, giving the FBI a severe slap in the face.
But Schiller really couldn't remember anything else about William.
"His real name is not William Denechet."
Deathstroke said: "His real name is William Deante Walsh Jr., and his father is William Walsh, the leader of the US government's ACTH trial team."