OBS Chapter 2584: Xiao Xiao Down (68)
Chapter 2584: Xiao Xiao Down (68)
Chapter 2584: Xiao Xiao Down (Sixty-eight)
After Schiller returned home, he moved the foosball table, which he had little idea how to assemble and was in pieces after being blown to the side of the backyard garden. After assembling the bracket and the base, he put the remaining parts and tools inside and made a temporary tool table.
There were enough metal parts and the tools were not worn out, but there were not enough fishing lines and ropes, so Schiller sent Martin a text message, asking him to bring enough consumables within half an hour.
There were some important things to do tonight, so Schiller changed into 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 drizzle. Schiller pushed open the door to the backyard and looked at the asphalt road in front of him, which was reflecting the light of the street lamps under the rain.
At the end of the street, the light of a flashlight flickered. Schiller stood on the side of the road for a while and heard shouting coming from there.
"Hey, mister? What's up?! What's up?"
A figure ran towards this side in the rain. It was Clay who had just knocked on the door and counted the residents.
"Nothing, just my car broke down and the repairman couldn't come due to weather conditions, so I'm waiting for a friend to send me the parts."
"What's wrong with the car?" Clay dimmed the flashlight. "Can you fix it?"
"I can't, but my friend can. He should be here soon."
As he was speaking, car lights appeared at the end of the rain curtain, and a shabby old car stopped by the side of the road. Martin pushed open the door and got out, holding a large bag in his hand. He held up an umbrella with some effort and waved to Schiller.
"Is this your friend?"
"Yes." Schiller walked over and asked, "You didn't bring a jack?"
Martin was slightly stunned, and after seeing Schiller's look, he said, "Oh, my God, I was so busy that I forgot."
"Do you think we can lift the car between the two of us?"
"I'm afraid not, sir, I'll go get it," said Martin.
"Forget it, it's too late. I guess I have to take the subway to work tomorrow." Schiller took Martin and prepared to go back.
Clay stopped them and said, "I think I can help. Do you live in that building?"
Clay pointed to Schiller's house, and Schiller nodded. Clay said, "I've finished my work for the day, and I think I can help."
Schiller could clearly feel that this Clay's behavioral logic was a little different from the previous one. He guessed that after the previous Clay's data was transmitted back, the programmer in charge of the software realized that the police in this city were different from those in other cities, so he 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 have no desire to have fun with the people, and will not help citizens during their duty hours.
However, in order to integrate with the residents of Gotham, the Gotham police, under the leadership of Gordon, truly went deep into the lives of the citizens, so that the citizens had the concept of "when you have trouble, find the police" in their minds.
This also caused Clay, who previously adhered to the logic of agent behavior, to be out of place here and look very abnormal, but now he is much more normal.
"I guess I have to express my gratitude," Schiller said. "Taking the subway will probably make me late. Let's go."
They went in through the back door again, but Clay found that there were no lights on either in the yard or in the room. The building was pitch black, and the yard was even darker.
Schiller turned and walked toward the house, but Clay kept walking forward and missed a step and fell into the big hole in the middle of the yard.
As he was struggling to climb out, he was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out on the spot.
Schiller walked into the pit and fished him out. Martin hadn't reacted yet. He didn't know the follow-up of what happened that day, nor did he know that Clay was provoked to madness and then shot by Gordon, so he didn't understand why Schiller suddenly attacked.
Schiller fished Clay out of the pit, stripped off his upper body clothes, and cut an incision along his spine with a knife. Sure enough, he found a lumbar vertebrae joint that was different from that of an ordinary person.
According to the autopsy report of the other Clay by Gordon's forensic doctor, the clone's appearance was almost flawless and his internal structure was also surprisingly similar, but the most important lumbar joint was different from that of ordinary people, probably because of substandard materials or design defects. After turning the joint block over, a mechanized structure could be seen under the joint.
Schiller removed the bone in no time and turned it over. He saw a metal plate and a small light on the back.
Schiller did not think this was a design flaw, but rather Amanda's usual tactic. This thing was either a bomb or contained deadly toxins, and was a force threat device used to ensure that the clones could be scrapped at any time.
Amanda is an extreme one-sided martial arts practitioner who hates all uncontrollable forces. She believes that everything that does not operate within the rules must be eliminated. She believes that everything that is perfect, powerful, and independent of society should not exist. Everything has weaknesses.
So if this plan was devised by Amanda, then there would be no such thing as perfect clones. Amanda would definitely find a way to give them a weakness so that she could immediately destroy them if they got out of control one day.
It sounds like a psychopath, but Amanda's logic is always so smooth, perfectly matching her life experience, and the personality formed by it is an answer that Bruce will never get wrong.
Schiller looked at the bone again and again, but couldn't see anything special about it. At this time, the gray fog told him that there should be a device in the brain to simulate brain waves, and the simulation was almost flawless and indistinguishable from the real thing.
Schiller had to open Clay's brain. Among human organs, he had no special interest in the brain and did not think it was a mysterious palace. Therefore, this precious organ was not properly preserved during the process of dismemberment and disposal of the body. It was disposed of together with the internal organs.
Clay's brain is no different from that of an ordinary person, 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.
Schiller picked up the thing and took a look. It was still a metal cube of unknown material. Gray Mist was certain that it was this thing that was continuously releasing signals that were identical to human brain waves.
Schiller did not rush to explore the structure of this thing. Instead, he collected it together with the lumbar vertebrae and started the real work.
"What are you doing? Come and help." Schiller said to Martin.
Martin hesitated, but finally came over, took the hand saw from Schiller and said, "If I had known that this was our main job, I wouldn't have..."
"Think about it before we talk."
"You have to pay more."
Martin did not wait for Schiller's rebuke or perfunctory response. He heard Schiller ask, "The second-hand trading market should have a wide range of business, right?"
Martin was a smart man. He immediately understood what Schiller meant and said, "It is indeed wider than most people think. What kind of business do you want to do?"
“Do you know any organ dealers?”
Martin swallowed and looked down at the body on the ground.
Clay was just knocked unconscious before, but now he is definitely a corpse, after all, his brain is in Schiller's hands.
“But they don’t accept dead people,” Martin said. “I don’t understand their complicated medical terms, but 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."
"Yes, but I'm afraid they will..."
"Tell them I have a big order."
"How big is it?"
“As big as you want.”
After dealing with Clay's body, Schiller brought Martin and the ropes and fishing lines that Martin brought to the lake again.
From this angle, Schiller could see the wall of his backyard. He saw a figure sneakily drawing a smiley face pattern next to the wall. If nothing unexpected happened, it was still the lingering clown.
Martin winked at Schiller and took out the crystal ball that was refilled with magical energy. Schiller signaled him to be patient and finish the task at hand first.
When Schiller had thrown away all the things, the clown had disappeared. Schiller walked over to check the smiley face pattern and found a number written on it.
Schiller knew that meant the Joker would be waiting for him under a certain lamp post, but he was very busy tonight and had no time to pay attention to the Joker. He was not Batman, who could put down all the important projects at hand to play with the Joker.
The next morning, Gordon's seven phone calls showed that the Joker must be furious for not waiting for anyone last night.
Schiller sat on the bed and sobered up a little. He picked up the phone and called Gordon back. Gordon yelled, "That lunatic killed two people last night!! And you were just watching there!!!"
"Are you sure it's a human?" Schiller asked slowly.
"Uh...but...they're not from the police station...go ask them when they can give me the forensic report. Never mind, I'll go take a look myself."
Gordon hung up the phone, and Schiller lay back in bed and took a nap. When he got up to make breakfast, Gordon called again.
"Luckily these two guys are clones, but I don't understand if Amanda is planning on sending clones to take over Gotham? How come the laughing lunatic who randomly killed two people on the street is a clone?"
"Because he didn't just kill two people on an ordinary street." Schiller glanced out the window and said, "Given Amanda's hatred for serial killers, if she really created so many perfectly disguised clones, who would she choose to surround them?"
"Of course it's you." Gordon gloated and said, "Maybe the whole community has been replaced by clones by her. I'll have to die first."
Schiller shook his head after hanging up the phone. It seemed that Gordon was very happy about the dog-fighting between him and Amanda, and he could even tolerate the clown roaming around the residential community.
Or it could be said that Gordon has never experienced the power of the Joker. When the young Batman appeared, the Joker was not strong enough because his strength was equal to his. After Batman's abilities evolved, he was no longer Batman, and the Joker did not look like the Joker either. Therefore, Gordon in this universe has never witnessed the Joker's cruelty.
He only saw the Joker as a serial killer similar to Schiller, not a terrorist who loved to cause 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 big seagulls flying in the sky are much stronger than them. In terms of the number of crimes, the number of major crimes committed by biker gangs, robbers and bank robbers is also much greater than them.
Apart from the fact that the crimes they commit have the attribute of mental pollution, they do not cause much damage to the city's public security. In other cities, people will be frightened by these cases with the attribute of mental pollution, thus causing panic. But this is not the case in Gotham. The people of Gotham are not too afraid of such things, at most they feel disgusted.
Without this deterrent effect, serial killers are far from being serious criminals, so even though Gordon knows that people like Schiller, Jonathan, Valentine and the Joker are definitely not good people, he won't spend very much effort to deal with them.
Although it is cruel, with limited energy, Gordon has to investigate cases that are more likely to pose a threat to ordinary people and those that have a wider impact. These things happen in Gotham every day and take up most of his time and energy.
If it were in the past, when two bodies were dumped in front of the police station, Gordon would have investigated it just for the sake of the dignity of the police station.
But now all of Gordon's important subordinates knew about the existence of clones. After learning that the two bodies were clones, no one was motivated to investigate, and the case was let go.
The Joker is mad.