Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 52: Retaliation is inevitable
  The old doorman who had been retired for many years was being watched by people in the form of a corpse.

The biting chill made Gordon unconsciously wrap up his collar that was fluttering in the wind. The butt of the half-burned cigarette in his mouth was covered with white ashes, and a red star flickered in and out with his breathing.

"again."

The police officers who were holding a cordon around the area lowered their heads and whispered, keeping their voices low so as not to interfere with the on-site trace collection being carried out by colleagues in the laboratory department.

Yes.

again.

If Gordon has seen the most unusual thing in this city, it is the various inexplicable murderous features invented by the 'geniuses' who are now mostly incarcerated in Arkham Asylum.

It was as if they suddenly understood some of Gotham's rules hidden in the dark after going crazy. For example, in the business of killing, one must kill beautifully, with characteristics, and with style.

The process of a living life turning into a corpse was performed by them like a self-taught chef proudly serving the special dishes he developed to everyone in the Gotham Police Department to taste.

"I don't know."

"liar."

Gordon listened calmly, and it was almost impossible to see any indignation in the lowered eyes of the gray-haired old police chief.

"Those small square wounds formed a word on the surface of the victim's skin with a cutting technique that penetrated deep into the internal organs at intervals."

"Do not."

The trace evaluator frowned and was about to speak, but was preempted by the young police officer behind Gordon: "Do you want to investigate who the deceased has offended?"

"Before we catch him, I'm afraid there will be a serial vendetta over a certain incident."

A suppressed low and hoarse sound sounded above everyone's heads.

Batman seemed to have arrived a long time ago, just hiding in the dark and watching Gordon send people up to collect information.

The police officer in the laboratory who had been tinkering with the body for a long time stood up and walked to Gordon with numb eyes.

"The Adam's apple of the corpse was cut from the side with a sharp instrument. This also destroyed the structure of the deceased's vocal cords, but it was not the direct cause of death because the wound avoided the carotid artery at a very tricky angle."

A young police officer who had only been on the job for less than three months walked out of another alley behind the crime scene with a livid face and covering his mouth - he had just vomited.

He stood diagonally behind Gordon, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and he didn't know whether it was because of excessive anger or fear.

"The real cause of death was the square wounds of varying depths that were cut from the chest to the abdomen after the victim lost the ability to call for help."

"What kind of sociopath would do such a thing to an almost eighty-year-old alcoholic?"

Except for the burning speed of the remaining half of the cigarette in his mouth, which is slightly accelerated, the whole person is like a sculpture.

The police officer in the laboratory sighed, took off his plastic gloves stained with blood, and then spoke slowly.

He blew out a smoke ring and seemed to click his tongue slightly, but even the trace evaluator in front of him didn't hear it.

The wide black cloak blocked the moonlight, and then a figure stepped firmly on the ground.

Gordon didn't want to answer this question. He was tired. He couldn't remember how many times he had explained it to the new police officers over the years. Now he was finally too lazy to talk.

"The worst news is that the deceased may have lied about certain things before his death, which put the murderer in trouble. This is a vendetta, and I'm afraid it won't be the first one."

Soon, the experienced police chief had an idea.

"I have identified the deceased. He worked as a security guard and janitor at Angel House Welfare Home eight years ago."

Angel House Welfare Home?

Gordon raised his eyebrows in confusion, and then his expression finally changed ugly.

"Terry Pickles? Shouldn't he have run out of Gotham?" Batman did not answer such unnecessary questions, but glanced around some old police officers present with a gloomy look, exuding a certain A kind of momentum that chooses people and devours them.

"I actually did a detailed investigation into Terry Pickles' life over the years after he killed the Penguin."

"There is also my mistake in this - but he did not run away and disappeared without permission."

"He suffered inhuman treatment in the orphanage for three years. He had to resist in order to survive. In the end, he was beaten to near death by the people in the orphanage and thrown out in a garbage bag."

"Everyone at the orphanage has tacitly kept silent about this matter, because even some of the orphans who were also adopted there participated in the bullying of Terry under the direction of the director."

"They fabricated evidence and falsely claimed that Terry ran away privately and disappeared. Although the guard on the ground did not participate in the previous incident, he panicked when he was recording a statement at the police station."

Some of the veteran police officers also began to look ugly, because they finally remembered who was involved in the investigation of this missing case that no one cared about eight years ago.

Gordon looked at the dead expressions on his men's faces and blinked.

"That young man, isn't he?"

"I have no idea……"

Batman's fists covered by his cape began to slowly clench.

"After killing the Penguin with Ling Chi and explosions, Terry has been in a vegetative state. When he woke up occasionally, he acted crazy and was unable to negotiate normally."

"I haven't even been able to establish his behavioral patterns and mental models yet."

"I don't know if he will count all the people involved in this incident as targets of revenge."

As for Terry's second personality when he escaped from the madhouse today, he was still able to maintain his second personality and not do anything to innocent people when he was furious, Batman didn't say anything.

When the famous Green Lantern was discovered, he was seriously injured and comatose in the wild. However, judging from the traces, Terry was still in a relatively kind-hearted second personality at that time.

Although Hal argued that he was just negligent, everyone in the Justice League could see that Terry had every opportunity to kill the unconscious Green Lantern.

It is precisely because of this that Batman even has some fantasies that he shouldn't have.

He thought Terry would probably wander around the world under the influence of his second personality.

Unexpectedly, he returned to Gotham that night and killed the old guard who had lied when answering the transcript.

Now we're in big trouble.

After Terry awakened his second personality, he not only got the red lantern ring, but he even seemed to have some kind of weird super power.

By repeatedly studying the surveillance of the lunatic asylum at the time, he discovered that when the relatively kind-hearted second personality escaped from prison and arrested several other criminals through joint release, the blood crystal sword and the ropes used for binding were not red lantern rings. The angry blood magic condensed.

However, because Terry drew the weapon too fast, Batman could not see anything yet, but the several copied surveillance videos had been decoded and divided into frame rates with the help of a computer expert.

And of course, there's Hal's testimony.

In other words, some images and traces retained by the more useful alien technology microcomputer recording function of the Green Lantern Ring at the time.

First, the main reason why Hal was defeated was the strange squirrel that could fly and throw acorns that suddenly appeared inexplicably at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters.

Second, when Terry was fighting Hal, he showed a skill that even the Green Lantern Ring didn't understand, and it subtly weakened Hal's physical strength.

Third, Terry used several attacks that looked like blood magic, but the Green Light Barrier discovered that the core was wrapped in a kind of magic wave that was not even recorded in the Oa database.

Taken together, Terry Pickles is more dangerous than many people in Arkham Asylum.

A psychotic and super criminal who has super powers and magic and holds a red lantern ring.

(End of this chapter)