my infinite personality

"But I'm not Batman...."

The icebergs floating on the water are so magnificent that people can't help but wonder what is under the water and how it was formed.

What kind of image is a bat?

No eyes, sensitive senses, safe habitat in the dark, rampage in the light world.....

The ugly bat is like our dark heart, without a little light.

Walking in this city full of crime and blood, what a fragrant and beautiful garden, what a youthful student.

But darkness is like a shadow under the light, everywhere, and it cannot be eliminated.

Which one is the son of a gang leader, whose family sells drugs for a living; which one is the son of a high-ranking official, who holds countless huge sums of money from unknown sources; which one is the son of a famous doctor, who sells organs on an isolated island...

After all, the false scene in the daytime is just a lie, and the truth in the night is eternal.

A bat in a cloak stands on the roof of a skyscraper, and the sleepless city below is brightly lit. You can see the neon blossoms in the night, dyeing the thick hot air from the manhole cover beside the road.

Shaped like a beast, with blood stained hands, the naked corpses of men and women lie on their backs on a big white bed in a glamorous and terrifying scene, their chests are delicately cut open, and two hearts are placed on an unbalanced balance.

"I am—the Night Lord!"

Chapter 270 Studying Medicine Can't Save Gotham

Chapter 272 Chapter 270 Studying Medicine Can't Save Gotham

"A brutal murder."

"The perverted art of killing."

Two police detectives looked at the scene of the crime, and they hurt each other. When humans see the dead body of their own kind, they usually feel sad or other similar emotions.

And corpses are even more ugly, nauseating, and disgusting.

But now, at the crime scene, the whole crime scene presents a strange and terrifying aesthetic feeling, which even made the two police detectives perceive a strange elegance.

Like the masterpiece of an ambassador of oil painting splashing ink, the two detectives tried hard to get rid of this weird feeling, but they couldn't get rid of it.

"Did they come back?" Outside the scene of the crime, two middle-aged men with obviously higher police ranks were talking.

"It's not like their handwriting, because they wouldn't do it, it's more like a declaration, a declaration of their guilt," Commissioner Gordon said.

Blood was splashed on the ground, like a pitch-black bat, as if it was about to tear apart the plane that restrained itself in the next moment, and flew out.

"That's him, he's back, Bat," William Bullock said.

"He never kills," Director Gordon said.

"Maybe he relapsed. After all, we all know that a sense of mission will make people do some unbelievable behaviors." William Bullock said.

"But he's not a serial killer."

"Who can guarantee that he is not now?"

Two people talk to you and talk to me, which seems to be arguing, but in fact it is the way of cooperation between the two.

They want to figure out a clue, want to determine who is that person?

The scene was so clean that there was not a trace of traceable or identification material left behind.

"But we can be sure that this murderer will never stop there, especially if he is full of a sense of mission." Gordon finally made a judgment.

According to the degree of committing crimes, serial murderers can be divided into different types, there are murderers who purely enjoy killing and seek psychological pleasure from killing; A widow; a medical angel of death who uses some means to kill the patients she treats and nurses. …

And according to this murder scene with ancient Egyptian characteristics, this murderer should belong to the serial murderer of the house cleaning type.

The so-called house-cleaning type is also called the son of the devil or the hand of God. This type of person usually feels that he has a certain "sense of mission" to "clean up" certain people, has a strong desire to control, has a "God plot", and thinks he is a sacred person. Spokesperson.

Using "fallen angels" to describe them is not to promote them as rebels against a certain system, but to expose their devilish nature like Satan to everyone.

This kind of existence, even among serial murderers, is an extremely difficult character.

In the library of Gotham University, Li Lin stuffed the books with ancient Egyptian patterns back on the bookshelf, looking so careless, as if he was just an ordinary freshman.

"Today's work is over." Barbara stretched her waist and said.

The wheelchair she was riding in seemed to feel the thoughts of the hostess, and smoothly drew an elegant trajectory on the floor.

And Barbara stretched her arms, with a joyful smile on her face.

"There are three books with signs of damage, and there seems to be some...blood stains on them..." Li Lin said with a hesitant expression.

Hearing Li Lin's words, Barbara felt that she had to educate this city kid from the metropolis about the rules of survival in Gotham.

He is too out of tune with this city, that kind of sunny and cheerful personality, how could this guy come to this place?

"Because of Gotham University's scholarship." Li Lin shrugged and said.

"Among all the universities, Gotham University's scholarship is the most lucrative. According to the oriental proverb, I call it a man who dies for money, and a bird who dies for food."

The two most famous things in Gotham, the gangsters and Wayne Enterprises.

If the gang symbolizes the dark side of Gotham and is the foundation of Gotham; then the only light in this darkness is Wayne Enterprises. The Wayne family has always been the reformer of Gotham, building factories to provide jobs and establish education. Funds, establishment of welfare undertakings...

But the city is entrenched, and the light will never be able to save the city.

In the depths of the heart, the midnight ghost spoke thus.

Li Lin stuffed a book back to its original position again, and at the same time tidied up the broken books and put them back on the cart.

Barbara recorded the number of the damaged book on the tablet of the wheelchair, and then said in a very "sincere and earnest" way in the words of the seniors teaching the juniors.

"Gotham is a wonderful city, and Gotham University is a wonderful place, so Li Lin, we should enjoy our happy time on this campus."

Maybe on campus, everyone is still talking and laughing classmates, but when you leave this campus, everything will be completely different.

Blood won't appear on campus, but it will stain paper.

So, welcome to the safe house in Gotham City.

Barbara thinks that Li Lin doesn't know, but no one knows better than Li Lin.

The knight has retired, but the knight's banner still flies high in his domain until... the next lord arrives.

After sorting out all the books, Li Lin and Barbara headed for the school cafeteria.

Because of the existence of other Li Lins, Li Lin chose to study in medical school. Since the credit system is implemented, it is not difficult for Li Lin.

"So your ideal is to become the best surgeon." Barbara asked Li Lin.

"Yes, using my hands to save more people is what I want." Li Lin said looking at the bloody setting sun that was about to sink into the darkness.

"I don't have any beautiful words to say, I just think that a person should live a beautiful and happy life."

Looking at the young man's face full of beautiful fantasies under the sun, Barbara felt a different kind of tenderness, maybe this person is not strong.But it is strong enough.

She could see that Li Lin was studying so hard, keeping all the cases in mind without any slack.

But what studying medicine saves is only the human body. The relationship between human beings and evil is the relationship between the ocean and the icebergs floating on it. They are actually huge bodies of water composed of the same substance.

The iceberg is conspicuously recognizable only because of its different shape, and is in essence only a tiny part of the whole huge body of water...  

Studying medicine can't save Gotham, the hands that save lives, the hands stained with blood, under the dark clouds, darkness and fear are spreading.

Chapter 270 The Art of Killing

Chapter 273 Chapter 270 The Art of Killing

midnight,

In the darkness, a pair of beast eyes are shining.

After a tiring day, the doctor dragged his exhausted body back home, felt the warmth of the family, and looked at the covered door.

The little girl was immersed in a sweet dream with a sweet smile. This beautiful smile made the doctor forget all the fatigue.

But just as the doctor got up, in the dim light cast from the corridor, long shadows of inhuman things fell on the walls.

Before the doctor had time to react, he was directly knocked out.

"John Chester, you are guilty!"

The body was suspended in mid-air, and there was no landing point under his feet, only the abyss, surrounded by lightning and thunder, and a pitch-black bat stood on the protruding position of the building and looked at the man.

"Holy shit, Batman!?"

The terrified doctor looked at the inhuman thing and blurted out the name.

Without explanation or extra words, Li Lin pulled the rope, and the doctor fell more than ten meters down.

"Say it, I'll say it, I'll say it all."

John Chester yelled directly, although he said that Batman doesn't kill people, but who can guarantee it! ?

Biological organ trafficking, this is the big business that John Chester is doing.

Take healthy and safe organs from third world countries or homeless people, and then give them to rich people.A woman in India sells her organs for $30, while the price across the ocean can reach more than $[-].

Even in order to further expand their business, several hospitals in Gotham City joined forces to deceive patients who signed up for organ donation, telling them that they had incurable diseases, and then secretly killing each other.

"I have seen with my own eyes that you put a patient who could be saved by instinct in the operating room, and let his wailing resound in your ears, while you laughed cruelly." The hoarse voice said in John Chase ringing in Te's ear.

Li Lin remembered that it was a man who just got married, and his newly married wife was waiting.

He signed the body donation agreement full of dedication. For him, this is a kind of charity and a dedication.

But he never imagined that such a kind act would eventually lead him to death in pain.

Compared with the price of saving him, his organs are obviously worth more.

"Tell me, how many times have you done this?"

John Chester finally saw clearly the bat-like figure in the darkness, a pair of cold eyes as black as obsidian, and an inhuman shape covered with filth and blood.

"Do not......"

Looking at this inhuman monster, John Chester wailed in despair.

Because, this is not Batman, but - a monster!

.................

during the day,

Countless people gathered under a building, pointing at the things hanging on the building.

Like an angel, but a bleeding angel, the man's broken body was hung on the huge logo of the building by two ropes, his ribs were opened, and his lungs spread out like wings.

In broad daylight, he unscrupulously declared his existence.

"Is this the Nordic Blood Eagle Ceremony?" Gordon looked at the man hanging on the building and rubbed his brows in distress.

Blood eagle, a kind of retaliatory punishment in the Nordic Middle Ages.

Generally, the torturer makes two cuts on the victim's back near the chest cavity along both sides of the spine, then breaks the ribs, and finally pulls the victim's lungs out of the chest cavity with both hands.

When the lung lobe leaves the chest cavity, it shrinks rapidly due to pressure, sufficient space, etc., and the victim will suffocate to death because he cannot breathe.

It looks a lot like retracted hind wings due to the two lung lobes protruding from the back.

Therefore, this punishment is commonly known as the blood eagle.

"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. John Chester, a famous surgeon, may be involved in the organ trafficking business of gang leader Gallo." The police on the side reported.

"So I guessed it right, is it really a devil's son?" William Bullock said after taking a sip of his wine.

Gordon was not ignorant of Gallo's human organ trafficking business, but he alone could not shake a powerful interest group.

There is no evidence, no witnesses, and there is no way to follow the procedure.

As John Chester's body was slowly put down, the forensic doctor also made new discoveries.

"Exactly the same exquisite method, the internal organs of the whole body were hollowed out, and the place where the deceased died was not here." The forensic doctor said after the test. "According to the facial expressions and muscles of the deceased, we have made an amazing discovery?"

"What discovery?" Gordon asked hastily.

"The deceased...the deceased most likely watched his internal organs being emptied while fully awake."

Cruel, extremely cruel.

The physical pain caused the man's face to shrink into a ball, and his teeth were almost crushed.

It is such a deep hatred that makes people do such a cruel act, the forensic doctor can't imagine.