After Schiller returned home, he moved the messy table football table that he didn't know how to put together and had been blown up to the side of the backyard garden. After putting together the brackets and base, he put the remaining parts and tools away.
Inside, a temporary tool table was made.
The metal parts were still enough, and the tools were not worn out, but the fishing line and rope were not enough, so Schiller sent a text message to Martin and asked him to bring enough consumables within half an hour.
There were some urgent things to do tonight, so Schiller put on his boots in the garden tool room, then picked up the plastic raincoat hanging on the porch and put it on.
The weather was very cooperative and it started to rain lightly. Schiller opened the door to the backyard and looked at the asphalt road in front of him reflecting the light of the street lights under the wetness of the rain.
At the end of the street, the light beam of the flashlight flickered. Schiller stood on the side of the road for a while and heard shouts coming from there.
"Hey, sir? What's up?! What's the matter?"
A figure ran towards this side through the rain. It was Clay who had just knocked on the door and counted the residents.
"It's nothing, it's just that my car broke down and the repairman couldn't come due to weather conditions. I'm waiting for my friend to send me parts."
"What's wrong with the car?" Clay dimmed the flashlight a little and said, "Can you repair the car?"
"I can't. My friend can. He should be here soon."
As he spoke, the light of car lights appeared at the end of the rain curtain, and a somewhat dilapidated old car parked on the side of the road. Martin opened the door and came down, carrying a big bag in his hand, holding up the umbrella with some difficulty, and facing Schiller.
Waved.
"Is this your friend?"
"Yes." Schiller walked over and asked, "You didn't bring a jack?"
Martin was slightly startled, and after seeing Schiller's eyes, he said: "Oh, my God, I was so busy that I forgot."
"Do you think the two of us can lift the car?"
"I'm afraid not, sir. How about I go back and get it," Martin said.
"Forget it, it's too late. It seems I can only take the subway to work tomorrow." Schiller took Martin and prepared to walk back.
Clay stopped them and said, "I think I can help. Which building do you live in?"
Clay pointed to Schiller's house, Schiller nodded, and Clay said: "I have finished my work today, I think I can help."
Schiller could clearly feel that the logic of this Clay's behavior was a little different from the previous one. He guessed that after the previous Clay's data was sent back, the program engineer in charge of the software realized that the police in this city were different from those in other cities.
Same, so I adjusted his behavioral logic.
The vast majority of police officers in the United States are law enforcement officers. They only protect the interests of the government, but they have no desire to enjoy themselves with the people, and they will not help citizens during duty hours.
However, in order to get along with the residents of Gotham, the police in Gotham, under the leadership of Gordon, truly penetrated into the lives of citizens, giving citizens the concept of "calling the police if they have difficulties."
This also caused Clay, who used to adhere to the logic of agent behavior, to be incompatible here and look very abnormal. Now this is much more normal.
"It seems I have to express my gratitude." Schiller said: "Taking the subway will probably make me late. Let's go."
They entered through the backyard door again, but Clay found that there were no lights on either in the courtyard or in the room. The building was dark, and the courtyard was even more terrifyingly dark.
Schiller turned and walked towards the house, but Clay kept walking forward, missed his footing and fell into the big hole in the center of the yard.
As he was struggling to crawl out, he received a heavy blow to the back of his head and passed out on the spot.
Schiller walked to the pit and fished him out. Martin hadn't reacted yet. He didn't know what happened that day, nor did he know that Clay was stimulated to go crazy and was shot to death by Gordon, so
I don't understand why Schiller suddenly became angry.
Schiller fished Clay out of the pit, took off his upper body clothes, and used a knife to make an incision along the spine. Sure enough, he found a lumbar joint that was different from ordinary people.
According to Gordon's forensic doctor's autopsy report on the other Clay, the other party's appearance of the clone was almost impeccable, and the interior was also surprisingly similar, but only the most important lumbar joints may be due to substandard materials or
It's a design flaw. The shape here is different from ordinary people. After turning over the joint block, you can still see the mechanized structure under the joint.
Schiller removed the piece of bone in a few clicks, turned it over and saw that there was indeed a metal plate on the back and a small light on.
Schiller didn't think this was a design flaw, but rather a method used by Amanda. This thing was either a bomb or contained deadly toxins, and was a force threat device used to ensure that clones could be disabled at any time.
Amanda is an extreme one-sided martial artist who hates all uncontrollable forces and believes that everything that does not operate within the rules must be eliminated. Everything that is perfect, powerful, and free from society should not exist.
, everything must have a weakness.
So if this plan was created by Amanda, then there are no perfect clones. Amanda will definitely find a way to give them a weakness so that they can be destroyed immediately when they lose control one day.
It sounds like a mental illness, but Amanda's logic has always been so smooth, perfectly consistent with her life experience, and the personality formed from it is an answer that even Bruce can't get wrong.
Schiller looked at the bone repeatedly, but didn't see anything interesting. At this time, Gray Fog told him that there should be a device for simulating brain waves in the brain, and the simulation was almost completely flawless, making it look like the real thing.
Schiller had to open Clay's brain. Among human organs, he was not particularly interested in the brain. He didn't think it was a mysterious palace, so this precious organ was not in the process of dismembering the body and throwing it away.
It was properly preserved and disposed of together with the internal organs.
Clay's brain is no different from ordinary people. Even the texture of the brain is exactly the same. The only difference is that there is a small device mounted on the frontal lobe of the brain.
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Schiller picked up the thing and looked at it. It was still a metal cube of unknown material. Gray Fog was certain that it was this thing that was constantly releasing signals that were indistinguishable from human brain waves.
Schiller did not rush to explore the structure of this thing, but collected the bones of the lumbar spine together, and then started the real work.
"What are you doing standing still? Come here and help." Schiller looked at Martin and said.
Martin hesitated, but finally came over, took the handsaw from Schiller and said: "If I knew that we mainly did this work, I wouldn't..."
"We'll talk about it after we think about it."
"You have to pay more."
Martin didn't wait for Schiller's rebuke or perfunctory response. He heard Schiller ask: "The business scope of the second-hand trading market should be quite wide, right?"
Martin was a smart man. He immediately understood the implication of Schiller's words and said: "It is indeed broader than ordinary people think. What kind of business do you want to do?"
"Do you know the organ dealer?"
Martin swallowed and looked down at the body on the ground.
Clay was just beaten unconscious before, but now he must be a corpse. After all, his brain is now in Schiller's hands.
"But they don't accept dead people," Martin said. "I don't understand their complicated medical terminology, but in short, dead people's organs are useless."
"You should know that I know more about this than you do, you just need to tell me if you can find it."
"Okay, but they might tonight..."
"Tell them I have a big order."
"How big is it?"
"As big as you want."
After handling Clay's body, Schiller took Martin and the ropes and fishing lines that Martin had brought to the lake again.
From this angle, Schiller could see the fence in his backyard. He saw a figure sneaking up to draw a smiley face on the fence. As expected, it was still the haunting clown.
Martin winked at Schiller and had already taken out the crystal ball that was refilled with magical energy. Schiller signaled him to be calm and finish what he was doing first.
After Schiller threw away all the things, the clown's figure was gone. Schiller walked over to check the smiley face pattern and found a number written on it.
Schiller knew that it meant which street light pole the clown would be waiting for him under, but he was very busy tonight and had no time to pay attention to the clown. He was not Batman and could put down all the important projects at hand to play with the clown.
Early the next morning, Gordon's seven phone calls showed that the clown was probably furious because he didn't expect anyone last night.
Schiller sat on the edge of the bed and sobered up a little. He picked up the phone and called Gordon back. Gordon yelled over there: "That madman killed two people last night!! And you were watching over there!!!"
"
"Are you sure it's a human?" Schiller asked calmly.
"Uh...but...they're not from the police station either...go and ask when the forensic report will be given to me. Forget it, I'll go check it out myself."
Gordon hung up the phone, and Schiller lay back on the bed and slept for a while. When he got up to make breakfast, Gordon's call came again.
"Fortunately, these two guys are both clones, but I don't understand. Does Amanda plan to send clones to take over Gotham? Why is that laughing madman who kills two random people on the street a clone?"
"Because he didn't just kill two people on an ordinary street." Schiller glanced out the window and said: "Do you think that judging from Amanda's hatred for serial killers, if she really created so many perfectly disguised
Clones, who will she choose to surround them with?"
"Of course it's you." Gordon gloated and said: "Maybe now the entire community has been replaced by her clones, and I have been killed in advance."
Schiller shook his head after hanging up the phone. It seemed that Gordon was very happy that he and Amanda were dog-eating, and even tolerated the clown wandering around the residential community.
In other words, Gordon didn't know much about the power of the Joker. When Young Batman appeared, the Joker was not strong enough because he was equal in strength to him. After Batman's abilities evolved, he was no longer Batman, and the Joker didn't look much like the Joker.
, so Gordon in this universe has never seen the cruelty of the Joker.
He only regards the Joker as a serial killer similar to Schiller, rather than a terrorist who likes to make big explosions or play games with Batman.
There is a place for serial killers in the Gotham order maintained by Gordon. They are part of the Gotham ecosystem. In terms of destructive power, the seagulls flying in the sky are much stronger than them. In terms of the number of crimes committed, those
Speedsters, muggers and bank robbers also commit far more major crimes than they do.
Except for the fact that the cases they do have mental pollution properties, they will not cause much damage to the city's public security, because in other cities, people will be frightened by these cases with mental pollution properties, which will cause panic.
Not so in Gotham. Gotham people are not too afraid of this kind of thing. At most, they find it disgusting.
Without this deterrence, serial killers are far from serious criminals, so even if Gordon knew that people like Schiller, Jonathan, Valentine and the Joker were not designated good people, he would not spend any money.
Use great force to deal with them.
Although it is cruel, with limited energy, Gordon must investigate cases that are more likely to threaten ordinary people, and cases that have a wider impact. These things are happening in Gotham every day, involving many people.
most of his time and energy.
If it were in the past, two corpses were thrown in front of the police station, just for the dignity of the police station, Gordon would also check it out.
But now Gordon's important subordinates all knew about the existence of clones. After learning that the two corpses were clones, everyone lost their motivation to investigate, and the case was let go so lightly.