Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 163 Madmen have no normal logic

This driver is certainly not a clown.

Ma Zhaodi took a quick look when he got in the car. The other person's skin color, height, body shape, smell, accent, and even dressing habits were completely different from the clown. Putting aside the possibility of the clown disguising himself like this, he had no reason to disguise himself like this in the first place - at least he would not do so just to get to Ma Zhaodi.

Just from the meeting with the clown yesterday, it can be seen that the clowns in this world are also high-IQ criminals, and they are also quite particular, with their own dress and manners. Ma Zhaodi finds it hard to imagine that he would deliberately change his clothes into cheap clothes with wrinkles and oil stains, and then deliberately shave his head into a Mediterranean style.

Dealing with Batman might be worth it for him to sacrifice his image, but dealing with himself is absolutely impossible.

Then, the answer is naturally the second one - this driver, like Grandy before, was poisoned by the clown's laughter.

The reason he managed to hold on until now was the "I didn't kill anyone" skill buff that Ma Zhaodi gave the Joker last night. Otherwise, he would have probably been killed by the laughing gas on this street.

Ma Zhaodi looked at the driver who was laughing wildly. He seemed to be about to lose consciousness. After just a few words, he could no longer utter a complete word and could only let out creepy bursts of laughter.

"Eat my milk!"

When Ma Zhaodi took out a water gun and shot some MC milk into his mouth, the driver finally calmed down after a few seconds and regained some of his sanity - it was not that he didn't want to give him the milk candy, but he was mainly afraid that the milk candy would get his trachea stuck in his laughter, and by then the clown's laughter gas would not kill him before Ma Zhaodi's milk candy would choke him to death.

"Cough, cough, oh my god, oh my god." He covered his throat and coughed dryly. The wild laughter just now put a great burden on his throat and lungs. He even coughed up blood. The clown's laughter was really deadly.

"I finally don't have to laugh anymore. Oh my god, I felt like I was almost dying just now."

You are going to die, Ma Zhaodi complained silently. If he had not met this taxi driver, he might have been taken back to the Gotham Police Department and subjected to double inspection by Gordon and Batman.

Of course, in that case, he still has a chance of survival, after all, the omnipotent Lucius can research the antidote in time.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just suddenly, I don't know why—wait, why do I have a sweet taste in my mouth? What happened just now? Did you give me something to eat?"

"No, I didn't. Just now you suddenly laughed very loudly, and it took you a long time to calm down." Ma Zhaodi replied, "As you can see, I'm a police officer from the Gotham Police Department. You looked like you were poisoned by the Joker's laughing gas. I have to report this to the chief. Maybe someone will come to you to record your statement later, but it won't be me. I have to rush to your last guest's destination to see what's going on there. If I'm lucky, no one will be in trouble there, but I don't have much hope."

"Well, I remember that I was driving on the road in Audisburg. It was still early in the morning and there were almost no people on the road. When I passed an alley, a very white-skinned man came out of it. He waved at me and took my car."

"Dari Campbell," Ma Zhaodi said into the phone. "That's the name of the taxi driver. He owns the yellow taxi."

"Campbell is an experienced taxi driver who has been driving for fourteen years. He encountered a clown trying to stop his taxi on the road. Ordinary citizens don't always recognize clowns, so he thought it was just an ordinary passenger."

"He was wrong." Sheriff Gordon sighed from the other end of the phone: "Fortunately, he didn't die. But why didn't the Joker's laughter kill him?"

"I don't know. Maybe the dose he inhaled wasn't high enough?" Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Anyway, at least he's not laughing now—back to the situation at the time. He was telling the clown about his two children. This guy is amazing. He used tips to support his two children through college. Although he still owes student loans, he's also covered all other tuition and living expenses."

"Thank God, he's still alive." Inspector Gordon sighed. "Otherwise, his two children would be fatherless—but where did the Joker get off the car?" "Oh, that's the point. According to Campbell, he drove the Joker to 69 Dick Sprang Street." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "The unlucky guy told the Joker a dirty joke."

Sheriff Gordon was silent for a moment. "Dick? Sixty-nine?"

"Hmm--I guess the Joker might not appreciate this kind of humor," Ma Zhaodi responded. "Anyway, the Joker arrived at 69 Dick Sprang Street about half an hour ago. I'm on my way there in a taxi now. Campbell went to Gotham Hospital, so you should be able to find him there."

"Be careful, Ma Zhaodi," Sheriff Gordon warned. "You're alone and unarmed. If you're facing a dangerous person like the Joker, prioritize your own safety."

Ma Zhaodi smiled. Probably in 99% of parallel universes, Sheriff Gordon is a good person.

"Wait a moment, I'll send police over right away. Ma Zhaodi, when you arrive at your destination, you can take a look at the situation, but don't act rashly. If you encounter a clown, just wait for backup. If you can't, delay it, then delay it. If not, then run away."

"no problem."

Ma Zhaodi agreed casually but did not hang up the phone - after obtaining the identity of this world, his original phone card, driver's license and other identification documents were universally used in both universes, which was very convenient.

He kept on communicating and took a taxi all the way to Sprang Street. As soon as he got out of the car, the voice of Inspector Gordon came from the phone again.

"Ma Zhaodi, where have you been?"

"Captain Gordon, I just got off the bus at number 69 on Main Street. There's a house here that looks like an ordinary residence."

While reporting the situation on the phone, Ma Zhaodi approached the room. With his extraordinary hearing, he noticed that there seemed to be no human voice in the room, as if the clown had left.

So he walked closer to the door of the house step by step and took out a system-produced lock pick from his pocket.

On the other side, Sheriff Gordon was sitting in his car, also heading towards Sprang Street. He looked at the documents in his hand and continued talking to Ma Zhaodi.

"The records on that house have been found. The owners are a couple, Kim and Tony Templeton, who moved in a year ago."

"I know, Sheriff, I know."

Ma Zhaodi's voice came from the phone and he sighed.

"There are five of them in this family, right?"

(End of this chapter)