【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Clark had a headache when he caught a glimpse of his long list of reminders. Anthony even made a set of exclusive memes, posted them in the forum every day, and then set off a full threat of "sending blades".

In fact, they are quite cute and recognizable. This one has red hair, it's Hill, and the other one has gray fried hair, and he's holding a cane, it's Knoss...

If only they weren't urging the change.

Clark isn't exactly Carvin, but his current focus is on Nolan Schmidt. He found a news report from the Schmidt family and planned to investigate it in detail.

He closed the website and started looking at the materials.

There was nothing wrong with the investigation of the scene, and there were no footprints on the carpet, so it was clear that little Philip had fallen from the corner of the stairs and rolled down the stairs to the first floor, knocking his head to death on the way. There are no signs of a fight. It's a bit strange that there is no carpet on the stairs.

There were no problems with the autopsy either. The fatal wound to the boy was in the back of the head, and the internal bleeding was severe. There are also scars on his arms and knees that have been knocked down the stairs.

The confessions were also consistent. It was Sunday morning, and Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt woke up late. Philip got up to play on his own, and Nolan got up early to make breakfast. Nolan ran upstairs to get his phone halfway through breakfast, and when he returned, Philip was playing with plastic planes on the stairs. Because there was something still frying on the fire, Nolan was in a hurry, pushed Philip and accidentally pushed him down.

The only suspicion may be that the confessions are too consistent. Moreover, the common problems did not arise. The parents did not cry with their brother breaking down, nor did they blame themselves for not taking good care of their children.

This does not constitute evidence, but it is sufficient to arouse suspicion among those who are interested in it.

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Anthony kicked the gas pedal and rushed into the gloomy Gotham.

There was a Queen song playing in the car, and he remembered something, poked the button, and tuned the radio to Gotham News.

“... Batman, the guardian of Gotham, has an assistant who calls himself Robin... Visually not more than fifteen years old..."

Anthony frowned. Has Batman also degenerated into child labor?

In a place like Gotham, it's a joke to have kids fight crime. Adults can't protect themselves, so let the kids follow the tights perverts to bounce around at night, face the clown penguin man in the black mask?

maybe add the scarecrow, Anthony thought. But not necessarily, I don't know if this rookie can develop. The Gotham villain is also very introverted.

Anthony began to reflect again. Recently, I've become more tolerant of my children.,I didn't do it before.,Young girlfriend still starts....

Maybe it's because of Alexander. He's a teenage hero.

He parked his car in the underground parking lot of the supermarket, walked to the back of Wayne Tower, and found an old-fashioned apartment with five or six floors. In the attic, he knocked on the door and was greeted by a pointed face that had been impregnated with chemicals for a long time.

"Jonathan Klein?"

"Scarecrow." The

scarecrow stared at him with dark blue eyes sharp in the folds, "Mr. Pate, please come in."

Anthony felt for the anesthetic and pepper spray in his pocket, stepped into the attic, and looked around: "I thought that in order to avoid Batman, most people would choose to build the base underground.

Scarecrow: "But when everyone is fighting to operate underground, it's safer on the ground, isn't it

?" Anthony raised an eyebrow: "I remember you used 'fear' as a weapon, why, are you also afraid of Batman?" I remember the last time your fear gas was cracked by Batman in two hours, didn't it?

" The scarecrow stared at him viciously: "That was just the first experiment!".

When Anthony turned his head to look at his first row of reagents, the tall and thin man suddenly attacked, sticking a syringe out of his sleeve and pounced on Anthony.

Anthony threw a backhand punch right across the bridge of his nose, then twisted the scarecrow's hand with the needle, elbowed him to the ground, and then rode on top of him and snatched the needle.

The scarecrow watched as Anthony pulled out a new needle and stuck it in his neck. He could feel the loss of strength in his limbs, the pain in his chest numb, and his eyelids getting heavier.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and saw the man on top of him tilt his head and grin at himself. It reminded him of the clown who had been making waves lately.

Then he was completely unconscious.

-

Wayne Manor.

The vast Gothic building was inhabited by only a handful of people, and her owner was always absent, even though the butler Alfred tried to take care of every room every day, but he was still lifeless.

But it has improved a lot lately, and a teenage child has lit up every grass and tree on the estate. Mr. Wayne's most recent adopted son, Richard Grayson, who of course insisted that someone else call him Dick, was fluttering around the manor, eager to pull his old man out.

Dressed in a fancy Robin uniform, he couldn't help but flip in the open space of the Batcave: "Hurry up Batman, we have to fight crime!"

Batman turned to look at his little assistant. Robin is young, not long after joining the Night Watch, and he still doesn't know enough about the dark side of Gotham. He's always ready to hear Robin say he's tired of it, or that he's locked up at home because it's too dangerous.

And the thought of the recent Gotham "rookie" clown gives him a headache.

The Batmobile drives into the thick night of Gotham.

Robin was in high spirits as usual. A former acrobat, he is agile and easily jumps on dripping beasts, swinging through tall buildings, navigating dark alleys, and punching robbers, drug dealers, and gangsters in the dark.

At this time, he heard the sound of an engine not far away, and immediately became vigilant. In the middle of the night in Gotham, those who dare to drive out are either gangsters, newcomers, or fat sheep.

Robin ignored Batman's gaze and ran straight out, and saw a small car being forced to stop by a modified SUV, and a big man on the SUV was getting out of the car with a crowbar in his hand.

There was only a young man in the car, who did not look frightened, just frowned, looking impatient, but when he saw himself, he stopped his hand to open the seat belt.

Robin didn't hesitate much, and directly smashed a Robin dart over, plus a flying kick, and kicked the big man to the ground.

If there is Robin, there will be Batman. The person in the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle was not righteous at all, slammed the steering wheel, and wanted to run as soon as he hit the accelerator. But a batrang directly destroyed his right rear tire.

Anthony finally got out of the car slowly, and walked over to help the boy tie up the thugs on the ground. The pitch-black Batman dragged another thug over and stared at him.

Anthony withstood it, lived next door to Superman, and did all the crimes, and now he didn't commit any crimes, what is the weakness of his heart?

Well, it's a little uncomfortable.

"What are you going to do with them?"

said the boy, "to the Gotham Police Department." You shouldn't go out that late.

Anthony looked at his watch: "I'm in a hurry to get home, I have to go to work tomorrow morning." Well, thank you, Golden Boy.

When Robin kicked the thug's ass into the Batmobile, Anthony couldn't help but roll down the window and shout to him: "Little ghost, it's so cold, at least wear a pair of trousers

!" Robin has good ears, Batman walked out of the street, and he can still hear the conservative man's shout: "Don't rely on your youth to stay up late, children should go to bed early!"

Robin muttered: "Nosy." Batman

was silent for a moment and said, "He's right.

Robin: "Huh?!"

-

Anthony rushes out of Gotham against the city's speed limit. Although he was not afraid of trouble, he really wanted to go back to sleep at night!

During the day, he taught the "offspring" scarecrow a lesson, and he did not inject any poison, only a strengthened version of the sedative.

When the scarecrow woke up, he sat on the scarecrow's chair, stretched out his legs, cocked the chair, and swayed: "Originally, I said that it was rare to meet an honest Gotham, but as a result, you still lived up to my trust."

He shook the needle in his hand: "You look good at me, the amount here is enough to put down a cow." It's not fatal, but it's going to be the root of the disease. Mr. Crane, you have such a ruthless heart. "

That being said, the introducer Oswald's face still has to be given.

The scarecrow is still weak at present, and pays more attention to technical research. At first, he was worried that he would not be able to suppress Anthony, but later he was stopped by Anthony and simply dragged Anthony to research and improve the fear toxin.

Anthony had little interest in it, was skeptical of the great promise of the Scarecrow, and ended up writing down his idea of a solid volatile toxin and running away.

Just now he met Batman and Robin again, and he couldn't say whether he was lucky or unlucky. He doesn't like to dangle under Batman's nose that much, but it's nice to be able to gather information about Robin.

Anthony kicked the gas pedal and rushed into the Met.