As I said before, the clown's modus operandi has very obvious iconic characteristics.
In addition to liking to draw smiling faces on crime scenes, his attitude towards crime is more like organizing a game or a lively garden party.
To put it simply, what he likes more than killing people is killing people and showing them to Batman.
The process of the game and Batman's participation are the most important. If you do something bad and don't let Batman know about it, it will be meaningless to him and it won't be fun at all.
In addition, many of his personalities have elements of a performative personality. He treats Gotham as a stage, so he will use various exaggerated means to heighten the atmosphere.
If he wanted to burn down a house and burn the people inside, he would notify the TV station in advance, then rent a helicopter and airship, use searchlights to illuminate the house brightly at night, and make it disappear in the eyes of countless people. dust.
He is not afraid of other actors on the stage. The more people participate in the game, the happier he is.
What's more, if it was the clown who killed him, it would be impossible for Christopher to survive. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, as a survivor, he will not cry, but will only laugh, leaving a trace of sadness on his face that will last a lifetime. stiff muscle movements.
Therefore, Batman is more inclined to accidents for the time being, such as electrical leaks in wires and gas leaks.
"Okay, since you are the guarantee for the clown, I won't send anyone to ask him." Su Ming stretched and took another sip of soda: "By the way, he must have been stuck in a nightmare before, right? You Did you save him?"
""Batman stopped talking again, this time the silence should mean acquiescence.
"Looking at how stingy you are, didn't I just make a few jokes about you and the clown?" Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He raised his hand and touched the cat on his shoulder: "Forget it, back to the topic, you are now Are you waiting for the fire point to appear?"
"Um."
The Dark Knight simply snorted.
"Okay, then I'll take a look with you." Deathstroke handed the cat a pack of shredded squid and let it chew it without saying anything else: "But I don't think the fire started in the kitchen, there's something weird about it. .”
It is known that a fire broke out in the house that night, and none of the three daughters escaped, including Christopher's wife.
So the question is, how is this family’s bedroom arranged?
It is understandable that three daughters slept in the same room and were burned to death together. Then why were two adults sleeping in the master bedroom at the same time, one alive and one dead?
It doesn't make sense.
So instead of looking for the origin of the fire, it would be better to go upstairs and look at the bedrooms and study how these people usually sleep.
"Indeed." Batman's answer was affirmative, but he still sat at the dining table and did not move. He was still watching the little girl eating cake, as if he had no intention of investigating the case.
Obviously, even if he believed that the person he was talking to was Deathstroke, he had no intention of following Deathstroke's instructions because he didn't trust anyone.
He probably also knew that Deathstroke had no interest in helping the 'enemy' solve the case, so the advice he gave was most likely for convenience rather than to investigate the truth.
Just look for some clues, make up some nonsense, and then give a plausible result.
What Christopher wants is an answer. According to Deathstroke's style of doing things, he can give an unfaithful answer to complete the agreement and achieve the goal.
But Batman will not do this. Now that he has investigated, he must find out the truth. No matter how dark the truth is, he will not hide it.
Anyway, after persuading him once, Su Ming said nothing more. Instead, he treated the family dinner as his own side dish, and ate snacks with the cat on the other end of the communication line.
"Batman doesn't listen to me. He's really stubborn." He stuffed a piece of squid into his mouth and chewed it hard a few times. His words had a fishy smell: "Ah Hua, look at the family next to this dining table.
People, how many are nightmares? How many are illusions?"
The cat's answer was unexpected. It showed a big smile, and the squid whiskers at the corners of its mouth quickly disappeared from its mouth:
"The birthday cake being cut is a nightmare, and everyone else is an illusion."
"Ha, that's an interesting answer." Su Ming felt it was interesting. He also stared at the cake in the little girl's mouth: "It's interesting. Both the texture and aroma are similar to real cakes.
Nightmares are really changeable in nightmares, so can you feel how many nightmares there are in this house?"
"There are none in the house, but there are many in the forest outside."
The cat stretched out its paw again and took out a fish from the bag held by Deathstroke:
"But compared to Harley's dream, it's still a bit worse. There are about thirty or forty of them, and none of them are particularly powerful. There is only one that was stabbed by Batman and infected with the Laughing Virus. Some weird things may happen.
Determinants.”
"Well, that can only be Batman's escape route. Once things go wrong, the appearance of a madman will give him a chance to escape." Deathstroke nodded, and the expression on his face gradually faded: "Now we use totems to intervene in dreams.
, the perspective is fixed on Batman’s side, if he doesn’t move, it’s hard for me to see any clues around him.”
As he was talking, it seemed like in an instant, the house in the projection screen began to flicker.
One second it was a cozy lunch scene, with a family sitting here eating cakes and pies; the next second, it was a raging fire, with all the furniture emitting dark smoke.
Such images with different styles switched back and forth several times at high frequency, and finally settled on the fire scene. Within a few seconds, Christopher's screams were heard outside the window.
"Why? Why do you do this to me? God!"
Batman sat motionless in the fire scene. The flames in these nightmares were just illusions. They had no temperature at all. The flames did not spread to him, but the dining table in front of him was burning brightly.
He is like an outsider and does not exist in this story.
"Was that a memory flashback just now?" Deathstroke asked Batman aloud, but it was actually just a pretext: "But the memory loss is certain, Bat, did you see it?"
"Yes, the time the clock points to is two o'clock at night." Batman sat in the fire scene, placing his hands on the dining table in front of him, crossing his fingers and pressing his chin.
"The dinner time for the birthday party is noon. Our 'employer' has lost ten hours of memory. His subconscious seems to have no memory of this period of time." The cat also joined the conversation, licking its mouth.
: "This feeling is like jumping from a beautiful dream into a nightmare, but in reality."