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Chapter 65 Who did you say ran away?
Christmas Eve in Gotham City.

At this time, heavy snow began to fall again. The thick layer of snow looked a little pale under the moonlight, like burnt ashes.

The tall, dark Arkham Asylum was dimly lit in the darkness, standing quietly amidst the strict guards and iron railings surrounding the entire asylum. Its blurry shadow, almost blending into the night, was enormous, like a beast lurking in the darkness in some strange stories and legends.

Today is Christmas Eve, and after midnight it will be Christmas Day.

Sheriff Gordon had a serious look on his face as he hurriedly followed Batman. Tonight should have been an ordinary Christmas Eve, but he had to rush here from the soup kitchen, to this strict prison that was specially used to detain super criminals and lunatics.

The exhausting work days, the frequent crimes in Gotham, the holiday killer on the run, everything makes him nervous; fortunately, a small soup kitchen has recently appeared in the East District, which has eased his mood a little. Every time he goes to the soup kitchen to see the children, he can feel his body full of energy again.

Of course, this could also be because he also drank a bowl of porridge.

"The clown is on the loose again. He's already attacked several families - for God's sake, he didn't kill anyone, but he took all their Christmas presents."

"I know."

In response to Gordon's statement of the case, Batman, who was walking in front, simply gave this brief reply.

Sheriff Gordon raised his eyebrows, looked at the two pointed ears on the bat's head, and subconsciously retorted: "You know? How did you do that? We just received the news, and forget it."

After working with Batman for many years, he has realized that when Batman can do something beyond his expectations, there is no need for him to marvel or question.

He shook his head and looked back at the densely packed doors of this massive prison. "There are too many criminals here, almost twice as many as when you first appeared in Gotham. I'm not saying there's a direct connection between the two, but do you have any idea?"

In the face of Gordon's long speech, Batman still had no expression on his face, and just uttered a short and low reply from his mouth.

"No."

Gordon: "Oh."

In fact, Batman knew exactly what Gordon was talking about, he was hinting at a phenomenon.

Batman's existence somehow attracted these men and women, these murderers, perverts, psychopaths and super criminals, and brought them to this city, to Gotham.

Jim Gordon is a good man, he thought. Gordon and the police officers of the Gotham Police Department did everything they could to the maximum extent with limited resources. They worked hard to maintain order in Gotham.

But Gotham City needs Batman to protect her from criminals like Julian Day - so Batman can't disappear, at least not now, for Gotham's sake.

Julian Day is a super criminal known as Calendar Man.

The prison cell, blocked by a bulletproof glass door, was spotless, with only a bed, a calendar, and torn calendar papers scattered all over the floor. Pure white light covered the entire cell, making it as bright as day.

A figure in a white robe was lying on the smooth glass door, his spotless head reflecting the pure white light, emitting a bright glow, and he was muttering to himself.

"Months of thirty days are September, April, June, and—"

"I've spoken to the District Attorney, Julian," Gordon interrupted the Calendar Man's mumbling. "They'd be happy to commute your sentence if you helped us with these murders." "We thought, with your interest in combining crime and calendars—perhaps you could see something?"

Calendar Man's response was very straightforward. In response to Gordon's question, he actually answered it immediately.

"Tomorrow is a big day. She will strike again."

The bat's voice sounded at this time, still low and without fluctuation: "What makes you think that the other person is a woman?"

Julian stopped talking nonsense at this time and entered the charlatan mode. He continued to mutter to himself, which sounded like an answer, but not entirely like an answer.

"Because he likes it. He likes to draw attention to himself."

"No one knows who she is, and he's made a name for himself—or she is."

"You've all been lucky so far. In February, there will be Lincoln Day, Washington Day, and Presidents Day."

Gordon understood what he meant. November was Halloween and Thanksgiving, so there had been a homicide every day. December hadn't had many holidays, and so far it had been Christmas, so there might have been another homicide—or two.

But if it is February next year, there will be three holidays, and there may be three homicides in that month.

So he subconsciously refuted this possibility: "February, by then, we will definitely have caught the killer."

However, Calendar Man ignored Gordon's rebuttal and instead spoke faster.

"Groundhog Day (February 2), Ash Wednesday (the beginning of the Christian fasting season, likely also in February. Lent is a religious holiday that lasts a full 2 days, which means it will likely last until April), Secretary's Day (the last full Wednesday in April), Earth Day (April 2), Flag Day (June 40), Opening Gifts Day (December 4), Hanukkah (probably also in December)."

Gordon stood blankly in front of the glass door, watching Julian Day spit out festivals one by one from his mouth, running from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and from the end of the year to the beginning of the year. A creepy chill suddenly hit his whole body. If the festival killer's knowledge of festivals and his killing behavior were really the same as the festivals Julian Day talked about, plus the festivals he committed crimes on this year, this guy would kill from the beginning of the year to the end of the year like a bloody butcher.

Especially during the Lent period, a killing spree that lasts for forty days. How many people will die then?

"Let's go."

Batman's voice startled him awake. He turned around and found that the other party still had a stern face, as if he had not heard Calendar Man's series of creepy menus. He turned and left with steady steps.

This bat seems to be made of iron.
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On the other side, Ma Zhaodi opened the task interface again.

"Christmas crystal ball
Task introduction: You are familiar with the process, so you won’t need to draw the cake. This time the requirement is to make a silent snowman crystal ball music box.

Note: Sweet dreams.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: A small snowman crystal ball music box that doesn’t need to be wound up. It will sing when someone around you needs a good night’s sleep.”

(End of this chapter)