Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 35 Heart Arsonist

The man in the windbreaker hesitated at the scene for three full minutes.

It's not that he wanted to confirm the death of the fat man. Looking at the bathtub completely soaked with blood, with the water level rising by one or two centimeters, he was completely sure that the man had completely turned into a fat dead body.

It was something else that troubled Him.

He looked at the small pumpkin lantern in his hand. His twisted and painful expression seemed to be mixed with a unique artistic atmosphere. There were some shadows of Millet's classicism, a little bit of Monet's impressionism, Matisse's Fauvism, Munch's expressionism, Balla's futurism, Picasso's cubism, and Dali's surrealism. All of them seemed to be reflected in this small pumpkin. In a word—

“This pumpkin is so ugly.”

He stared at the pumpkin lantern in confusion for a long time, but couldn't understand why he had the guts to buy such a thing on the street. If this thing was placed at the murder scene, the first thing the police officer would notice might not even be the fat guy in the bathtub.

But this thing was indeed bought on a nearby street, and the man wearing the abstract pumpkin head didn't say much to me, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

But this pumpkin is really ugly.

Why didn't I go to the convenience store down the street and buy a jack-o'-lantern? It was a bit far, but at least it wouldn't be so conspicuous at the murder scene.

And surely this would detract from the character of a psychopathic killer? Absolutely? Wouldn't it make everyone think the killer was just a regular idiot instead of someone special?
After hesitating for a while, he finally sighed and placed the ugly pumpkin lantern, a pistol, and a broken pacifier on the ground.

So be it. I can’t go out and buy a new pumpkin lantern and come back.

Ma Zhaodi walked in the dark alley, feeling a little complicated.

He put away his eye-catching pumpkin suit. To be honest, he gradually understood those superheroes or super criminals who always wore masks. Although it looked like they were just wearing a pumpkin head, after covering their faces, they would realize that they could do anything they would not dare to do normally, and there would be no consequences.

It looks like he is wearing a mask, but in fact he is taking it off.

Anyway, at that moment, Ma Zhaodi inevitably felt a sense of freedom, "I can do whatever the hell I want," and really considered snatching candy from a group of children - but he still held back, because this kind of bullying of children is really too tasteless.

Besides, he had tried that brand of candy before and it wasn't tasty.

In short, this pumpkin head is too recognizable, which is not conducive to the next odd job I want to do.

He spotted the most common types of cosplay on the street, bought a pure black robe from the system, and put on a white ghost mask on his face. At this time, there were many "monsters" on the street, and he easily blended into the crowd in this outfit.

Ma Zhaodi was walking through the crowd on the street. When he arrived near a warehouse in Burnley, he saw the system prompt that he had arrived at the workplace of his second odd job.

The warehouse door was locked, but that wasn't a big deal. Ma Zhaodi spent $100 in asset points and found an unconventional route through the wall. This route also required a certain level of climbing ability, so he purchased the basic climbing skill worth 1,000 asset points.

Looking at the complicated and winding route, he couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the high tips he earned in recent days, he really couldn't afford these points.

"Let's see what's inside first."

He followed the system's instructions, circling the warehouse for a long time. Fortunately, after removing the white mask, the black robe the system gave him was sufficiently concealing at night, preventing anyone on the street from noticing the slender, ghostly figure scrambling up the warehouse. His climbing skills were quite effective; while his climb was a bit awkward, it was stealthy and quiet enough. Coupled with Ma Zhaodi's relatively slender build, he could easily scale many areas.

"boom"

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Ma Zhaodi rolled over after landing and had a pretty good landing. Apart from a slight pain in his back and legs, the only thing that was a little worrying was the sound.

He held his breath quietly and observed the place for a long time, but it seemed that there was no one guarding the warehouse. Even though the sound of his landing seemed a bit loud in the empty warehouse, he did not hear the sound of anyone moving in this direction.

“No one is best, no one is fine”

Muttering words to comfort himself, Ma Zhaodi's eyes finally gradually adapted to the darkness. With the dim starlight that faintly shone into the warehouse, he could vaguely see that there seemed to be a black hill in the center of the warehouse.

"Fuck, why is it so big?" He couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Oh my god, what kind of mission is this? Isn't this the arsonist of hearts?"

He turned on his old cell phone, which didn't even have a flashlight function. He could only use the dim light from the screen to look for the light bulb switch in the warehouse. He had observed when he turned over that there was a light on the top of the warehouse.

"Where is it, where is it?" He walked cautiously in the warehouse, afraid that something strange would jump out of the darkness, or that he would be tripped by something under his feet and fall with a bleeding head. Finally, he found the big gate knife he had been looking for in a corner of the warehouse.

"Let me see what's going on first."

"Clap"

The power switch was turned on and the headlights in the warehouse suddenly lit up. Ma Zhaodi's vision, which had already adapted to the dark environment, was blurred by the sudden glaring light.

"Oh my god, I didn't realize the lights in the warehouse could be this bright."

When he saw the hill in the warehouse clearly, the system's explanation also jumped out from the hill.

"Heart Arsonist: Please burn all illegal currency in the warehouse. For every 1% burned, you will receive a $ asset point reward."

"Oh my god! Why the hell did the Heart Arsonist really want to set a fire? Why did Harvey Dent come to do this extra work at night? Was he already this crazy before he became Two-Face?!"

Ma Zhaodi complained three times in a row to vent his shock. The scene before him was really beyond his shallow knowledge and life experience.

Green hundred-yuan bills were neatly stacked together in stacks, densely packed and tightly fitted together, forming a small green hill in the warehouse. There were also bits and pieces of banknotes scattered on the ground. Picking up a few of them would be enough to equal Ma Zhaodi's daily income.

"Hey, so much counterfeit money—Batman doesn't care?"

Looking at the huge reward on the task prompt, Ma Zhaodi began to struggle fiercely in his heart.

(End of this chapter)