Assassin's Journey

Chapter 122 Poison (daily request ticket)
Poison is such a thing, if you want to poison someone, you can, it's very easy.

But if it's someone who wants to poison the water supply and then poison a city...that's a fantasy.

How much water does a city use every day?
Even the most poisonous poison, let alone a drop, even if it is a bottle, a barrel, or a ton, is useless if poured into the water supply system.

Of course, hundreds of people may still be poisoned to death, but people in a city...

Unless you get dozens of tons of pure poison, it might still be useful.

So, this is the only possibility.

"Even so, it is very difficult to get so many doses of poison to prepare poisonous water," Fox frowned, "unless they have a safe way to transport a lot of poison And the way to not get caught..."

"Falconi!" Bruce's eyes widened. "We have to find him right away before he is silenced!"

……

prison.

"Doctor Klein, welcome." A policeman stretched out his hand to greet Klein who was walking with a suitcase.

"You're welcome." Klein nodded, shook hands with the policeman politely, and the two walked into the detention room together. Klein asked as he walked, "I heard he wants to cut his wrists?"

"Compared to cutting his wrists, I prefer that he wants to prove that he is insane." The policeman said pointedly, "in order to escape the upcoming trial."

"However, if something really goes wrong..." After a pause, the policeman continued, "Then we will have nothing to eat."

"Of course, careful preparation in advance is much better than late regret." Klein nodded and said.

When the two came to the detention room, the police entered the password for Klein and let him in.

"Ah, Doctor Klein, I can't take it anymore, I'm going crazy!" In the detention room, Falconi in a prison uniform saw Klein's arrival, and a happy smile appeared on his face, "The walls are constantly It's approaching me... In this situation, blah blah blah, you know, it's a common condition of mental illness, and if I eat this kind of food for a few more days, I'm afraid I'm really going to go crazy. "

"What do you want?" Klein locked the door, sat on the chair opposite Falconi, and asked.

"I want to know, how can you convince me to keep that secret." Falconi naturally stopped pretending, with a sly smile on his face.

"What secret? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand anything?" Klein shook his head and asked, his tone still calm.

"I know, you don't want the police to scrutinize those drugs and find that most of them have disappeared, and I also know that you use the patients in your mental hospital for human experiments," Falconi said, "Look , Before these ulterior secrets, do I have enough capital to negotiate with you, or the "him" behind you?"

"Oh, and the thugs you use to do some things... Do you know that all the thugs in the whole city are under my control?" Falconi raised his eyebrows and said, "Now, I have already helped you I have been buying the goods for several months, no matter what that person is planning, it is a big business, and I must share it."

"You know, I already guessed what he would say, Falconi," Klein shook his head and said, "He will say, Falconi, you must die, because dead people can't speak of."

"Hehe, no matter how powerful he is, he doesn't have the ability to kill me here." Falconi said with a sneer.

"Well... what you said seems to make sense," Klein tilted his head, "but, in fact, if he wants to, even this place can't keep you, of course... it will take some time, And the only thing we need right now is time.”

"What do you want to say?" Falconi frowned, and he noticed something was wrong.

"Did you know, just like you said," Klein took off his glasses and sighed regretfully, "The less you know about the villain's secrets, the safer you are..."

"Also," a weird smile began to hang on Klein's face, "Do you want to see my mask?"

"I'm using it for experiments, Falconi," Klein said as the weird smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. He opened the box and took out a hood that looked like a broken sack, " For someone like you, it might not be scary."

"However, for lunatics..." Klein stroked the torn sack-like hood, "They can't bear it."

After speaking, Klein put the hood on his head.

"When will a neurotic like you be able to manage the mental hospital?" Falconi frowned, looking at Klein in front of him and said.

However, Klein, who put on the hood that looked like a broken sack, didn't reply, but directly pressed a switch in the box.

"Chi..." Some gas was released instantly, and Falconi inhaled it before he could react.

In an instant, a violent physiological reaction began to take place.

"Ah!!!!" Falconi screamed, in severe pain, the world in his eyes began to shake and blur, and the voice he heard in his ears began to become strange and huge!
"They were crying, they were screaming! Falconi! Just like you are now!" Klein, no, or, it should be called now, Scarecrow, he stood up and began to show his usual politeness Get off that crazy side!
……

After a while, Klein walked out of the detention room and said to the police officer outside: "He didn't pretend to be crazy, this reaction cannot be faked, I will inform the judge to see if he can be transferred to Aka In Tom's safe room, there is no way for me to start treatment here."

"...Okay, doctor." The policeman hesitated, and could only nod in agreement.

an hour later.

"How long has he been like this?" Bruce looked at Falconi, who was constantly wailing and talking nonsense, and asked with an ugly face.

I came here in a hurry, but I didn't expect to be a step too late!
"About an hour ago," the policeman spread his hands helplessly, "Dr. Klein has already been here, I guess he got in touch with Falconi, so he has always been like this now, so he can It can be justifiably transferred to Arkham without being judged."

"Who made the law stipulate that the mentally ill are a vulnerable group?" The policeman shook his head helplessly and said, "This damn law."

　quack quack!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)