The cool morning mist was blown into fine ripples by the cold wind in the forest, first blowing over the clown's frightened expression, then blowing into Victor's eyes, and then passing through his fingertips, and under the nail of his little finger.
At the end, a little dried black-red scab looks like a black hole under the sand dunes.
"Damn it, go and press that corner, or the blood will flow into the cracks in the ground." Anna's roar echoed in the office.
Victor stood by the door with his hands stained with blood, while Nora brought a toolbox, opened it and handed a saw to Anna. Anna cursed and looked down at the corpse at her feet.
At this time, the clock in the office points to 6 a.m.
"We have half an hour at most." Victor said: "I don't want to be late for the banquet hosted by Schiller, no one wants to."
"Then cut it quickly!" Anna said: "This damn blind guy just happened to come at this time. We need at least two big boxes to contain him!"
"Why do you think he is here for you?" Nora raised her eyes. Although her voice was gentle, her expression was a little cold, and the bloody smell in the room did not make her flinch.
"I..." Victor opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, but they must know that my only weakness is you. If they want me to work for them, they will only come to you."
"Fortunately, you're fine." Victor half-knelt on the ground and said, "I don't necessarily think of you as a helpless little girl, but today is too thrilling. If you didn't find him following you, but
Just walk into the market, maybe in an alley on the way out..."
"You are still too worried, Victor." Nora sighed and said: "His tracking skills are incredibly poor. I don't know who would choose to attack with bare hands, but at least I have a gun."
"Thank you for choosing to bring him here and let us solve it together." Victor said very sincerely: "Thank you for believing in us instead of choosing to face it alone."
"Things have become like this, so don't dwell on the past anymore." Anna said: "We can clean him up as quickly as possible. Cleaners will come to clean the office later. I don't want to be in Schiller's office."
We were late for the housewarming party because we had no idea who was hosting it.”
Victor sighed and said, "We can't freeze him whole. The car doesn't have such a big space. Cut it up first and then freeze it into small pieces. At least there won't be any smell."
"But where are you going to throw them?" Anna frowned and asked, "It's best not to come up with stupid ideas like sewers. You know Gotham's sewers are never peaceful."
Victor thought for a long time and suddenly said: "Have you read the fishing report?"
"That newspaper that keeps reporting on who has caught a big fish? I teach mathematics, and there are even several times more idiots under me than under Schiller. How can I have the time to look at that?"
"There is a lake near Schiller's house. It is a big lake." Victor looked at Anna and said.
"Are you crazy?! You want to throw the body in front of Schiller?!"
"He won't find out, and even if he finds out, he won't care." Victor said: "I don't believe that his artistic masterpiece is not buried under the lake. I know exactly what kind of person will become friends with him."
"You and he are the same type of person, the same type of lunatic." Anna said sharply: "A good husband is your most perfect human skin."
"I don't want to be his standard for measuring madness. We have to hurry up. Don't forget that we still have to pick up other colleagues." Nora made the final decision.
The thick morning fog engulfed Anna and Victor. They held fishing rods and looked at Schiller's back walking towards the gentle slope of the lawn. Anna asked: "Did you say he discovered it?"
"I don't know, but he usually doesn't appear behind my back like that." Victor shook his head and said, "It's also possible that I'm guilty of a crime."
Anna glanced at her watch and said, "We arrived early enough. Others still have about half an hour to wait. Let's solve it quickly."
When Schiller's figure completely disappeared above the lawn, Anna and Victor lifted out the two boxes that were pressed at the bottom. When the boxes were opened, countless human limbs frozen in dense ice appeared in front of Victor.
In front of you.
"Have you ever looked into his brain?" Anna asked.
"Of course not, I don't have any special hobbies."
"Sometimes I really suspect that there is a lizard living in someone's head." Anna said while dumping boxes after boxes of ice cubes into the lake: "Have you seen Ratatouille?"
"You said the rat never followed the kitchen hygiene rules, do you mean the lizard manipulated humans like he did?"
"Otherwise I wouldn't be able to figure out how someone could get a 0 on my test."
The two of them were chatting while throwing the ice cubes into the lake. The smaller parts were placed on top, and they were all thrown away quickly. Anna took out a piece of body from the bottom of the big box with some difficulty.
"Um?"
She made a somewhat confused sound, and Victor immediately turned his head to look. Anna dropped the body parts, pointed at the things on it and said, "What do you think this is? How does it look like some kind of metal product?"
Victor immediately saw the bone and said, "I'm not very good at anatomy, but I know this is not a human lumbar bone."
"Do you think this stalking incident is a bit strange?" Anna asked.
"Of course, but I have to maintain Nola's self-esteem instead of acting as if the whole world revolves around me. Besides, Nola is picky and has to go to the supermarket two communities away. The security there is not very good.
Someone like her, who is obviously an intellectual and a rich wife, is easily targeted."
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"I don't know if the whole world is revolving around you, but there must be too many people revolving around you crazy people." Anna looked at the skeleton and said, "Take it off and throw the rest into the lake.
"
Victor looked around and took out the freezing gun to release the ice, but it was very difficult to pick out the bones. It took him a lot of effort to pull off the bones. After re-freezing the body parts, he said to Anna: "
You can throw it away, I have to go over there and wash my hands without being discovered."
With his fingers stroking the top of the freeze gun, Victor stared closely at the Joker's face. If he dared to say anything about corpses again, he would immediately shoot him and call Arkham Asylum to send a car.
.
No one will believe this lunatic, Victor thought. He is a good friend of Schiller and a famous university professor. He is now a leader in low-temperature physics and a Nobel Prize nominee. Who will join him and him?
Which one chooses madness among madmen?
Victor turned his head slightly and saw Nora's calm eyes. He thought, yes, he is still a good husband. His and Nora's deeds spread widely. He worked hard to study science for his seriously ill wife and finally achieved success.
Stories of immortal achievements have always been popular among the public.
Victor's hand tightened on the freezing gun.
At the same time, Gordon's eyes were fixed on the clown, and his hand was pressed on the butt of the gun, but the butt of the gun that had been hanging on his waist was not fastened as before, and the safety of the gun inside
It is also open.
With a click, Gordon placed a box on his desk. He looked down at his watch and shouted outside.
The female police officer came in, and Gordon was sorting out the things in the box and said, "Is the car ready? Help me take down this box of records first, and put it on the left side of the trunk. I will move the record player myself."
The female police officer nodded, stepped forward to take the box and turned around to go out. Gordon took out another larger box from under the desk, which contained a medieval record player.
Gordon looked at the old record player with great satisfaction. This time he wanted to show off at Schiller's housewarming party and let people know that he had found such a big treasure after only one trip to the flea market.
Of course, there are also those records he bought in a hurry. Those are all classic old-fashioned music, which is comparable to today's pop music... Wait, why didn't Winnie complain about her music taste just now?
Gordon looked at the door with some confusion.
When Winnie was asked to help drive these things yesterday, she complained all the way and insisted on playing those chanting-like raps on the car's radio. Today, when she saw these records, she didn't even say a word. This is not like her.
Winnie is a police officer who just came this year and is also an alumnus of Gordon. She has been in the top three of her grade at the Chicago Police Academy for three consecutive years. He has worked hard to get her here. The two are like friends.
, it’s like father and daughter, they often make fun of each other during working hours. Is she in a bad mood today?
Gordon was a little confused, so he immediately carried the record player downstairs and found that Winnie had put the box on the right side of the trunk.
There were some insulated boxes on the right, and there were vegetable kebabs that Gordon had dressed in advance. He knew that many of Schiller and his friends were carnivores.
But maybe there would be vegetarians or some ladies who like to eat fruits and vegetables. It would be rude not to prepare vegetables, so he bought vegetables the night before and dressed them up as kebabs to prevent Schiller from eating vegetables.
They forgot.
If that box of records is placed on top of the insulator, the trunk of the car cannot be closed at all. Why not put it there when there is so much empty space on the left side?
Winnie is very efficient at work, especially when it comes to packing things, with the meticulousness and caution unique to women. Although she is now taking charge of cases independently, when she was Gordon's assistant, she always kept his office very tidy.
That's not how you work.
Gordon thought she was in a bad mood, so he walked over and patted her on the shoulder and said, "You start the car, I'll do it here."
Gordon put the box away and walked to the driver's door to say a few words to Winnie, but he found that she was turning the door key to the left.
Most cars turn it to the right to ignite. Although some can open the door by turning it to the left, the one owned by Gordon does not work. It cannot be turned to the left.
Gordon narrowed his eyes.
He calmly touched the gun. The moment Winnie turned her head to look at him, Gordon broke out in a cold sweat.
The eyeballs of Winnie's two eyes moved one to the left and the other to the right, constantly turning around in their sockets.
boom!
Looking at Winnie lying in a pool of blood, the expression on Gordon's face remained unchanged. After a few seconds of silence, anger appeared on his face.
The subordinates who heard the gunfire ran out. The leader did not show a horrified expression when he saw the fallen Winnie. Instead, he looked at Gordon seriously and said, "Is it them again?"
"Go and find out where the real Winnie is."
"What to do with the body? Boss, we can't let the residents see it, otherwise it will cause panic. If we send it to the forensic hospital, we will check the type of bullet..."
"Is there any need to send him to a forensic hospital?" Gordon said a little coldly: "I'll call Lawrence later and just put him in the hospital morgue."
He was about to continue, but paused and said, "Forget it, go find Bullock. We have to find a way to deal with this thing."
