The Document of Incidents Chapter 10

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The little boy was wearing denim overalls that had been washed to gray. The shirt inside was old and yellow, and looked dirty, but in the end he was still too thinly dressed. The days when the snow was melting were the coldest. Asher Fujimaru was wrapped in He would shiver even under a thick coat, let alone the thin clothes on the boy.

"What, you don't like to eat?" Jason asked her, probably because she held the taco for too long without moving, so he thought it was inappropriate.

"No," Asher Fujimaru came to his senses and quickly lowered his head and took a bite. The beef was wrapped in lettuce leaves and salad dressing. It made a crunchy sound when bitten. It was not unpalatable, but fast food was not as delicious either. Where to go, "I just saw ---"

When Asher Fujimaru turned his head to look again, the little boy had disappeared, disappearing into the shadows behind the narrow alley.

"---There is a little child wearing very little clothes."

She slowly finished her words, Jason followed her gaze and said in a calm tone: "There are always many people who cannot survive the winter."

This city is like this. The rich live in intoxication in the upper city, while the poor starve and freeze in the lower city. Their lives are worthless than grass. Those who couldn't survive died in the wind and snow, and those who could survive became more and more alone, so there are many homeless people and orphans here.

"Does the government not care?" Asher Fujimaru asked. After all, it is a big city in the country, so is it possible to just let the number of homeless people get bigger and bigger?

"What the hell, why don't you care? Orphanages and juvenile detention centers are opening everywhere." Jason sneered, "What's the use?"

The fundamental problems in Gotham cannot be changed by two rich men. As long as Blackgate Prison and mental hospitals are constantly filled, the law will always be open to insults, and more profound crimes will be covered up in the darkness. Under this, it would be impossible for them to see the way forward.

Asher Fujimaru fell silent, feeling that the beef in his mouth had lost all taste.

"Are you going to drink tonight?" The white-collar worker at the table behind them asked his companion while placing the tray on the table.

"I'm not free, I want to spend time with my girlfriend." Someone answered him, followed by a burst of laughter.

"I don't feel like going out at night these days," said another.

The young white-collar worker joked: "How many years have you lived here? Do you really believe those unfounded urban legends?"

"That's not the case...haven't you heard?" The man said hesitantly, lowering his voice a little, "The body found two months ago was missing from the police station."

The back table suddenly became quiet.

Asher Fujimaru was sitting in the corner of the fast food restaurant. When he raised his head, he could see almost everyone else. Hearing this, he also looked over curiously.

"Oh, you mean...THE SMIE?" After a pause of about five seconds, someone spoke carefully.

Corpses, smiles...

The expression on Asher Fujimaru's face immediately became serious, and she looked at each other with Jason, silently swallowed the food in her mouth, and listened to them quietly.

"That crazy clown must be trying to do something again. If you ask me, the GCPD is really crazy if they haven't put that crazy man in Black Gate Prison yet."

The young man stirred the iced coffee with a sense of carelessness and fearlessness: "Everyone knows that he loves to torture people crazy with laughing gas. Cases where even the smiles on the corpses are frozen can only be attributed to him."

Asher Fujimaru saw Jason put down the burger in front of her, and the plastic wrapper screamed as it was crumpled on the table. The music in the store also ended its current playback at this time, as if the entire fast food restaurant was trapped. In silence.

"Shh---"

The man made a downward movement with his hand, "I have an old classmate who is now working in the GCPD. I also heard what he said. The clown was not involved at all in this matter."

The young man twisted his eyebrows: "GCPD really believes that madman's testimony? That's a clown."

Well, the 'clown' they were talking about was obviously not the one who performed in the circus. Asher Fujimaru silently wrote down the word, preparing to learn more about it later, but found that Jason's expression became stiffer and his jaw tightened. , tightening the muscles on his face.

"The Joker stayed in Arkham for a month before and after SMIE's death. You know, that place is under surveillance around the clock...but he never left at all," the man said, "and he never recognized him. What did he do?"

"Then what's the matter with the disappearance? Don't tell me that the body came back to life. Is it a biological crisis?" Several people laughed, which diluted the solemn atmosphere.

"The forensic doctor who heard the autopsy said that they did not find the component of laughing gas in the body of the deceased. He became like that due to other reasons, and..." The man lowered his voice again, using a tone that was almost breathy. He said slowly: "The forensic doctor said that all the internal organs of this corpse were mixed together, and when the abdomen was opened, the internal organ fragments even flowed out from it---"

"Eww--- Lewan, don't talk about this while we are eating!" The faces of the white-collar workers turned ugly.

"Okay, Okay... Anyway, because the case was not solved, the body lay in the GCPD's cold storage for a long time, but he disappeared last month. It is said that the body was clearly photographed on the surveillance camera Activity--" The man named Lewan said sadly, and after taking a quick breath, he continued: "There were people who saw 'SMIE' at night two days ago. Anyway, I have been there lately. I don't want to hang around outside."

"...Are you sure this isn't a rumor put out by the GCPD? It sounds as outrageous as those vigilantes." The young man said, "In this day and age, there are really people who believe that a light can summon people." What about the Dark Knight?"

"My God, I've really seen Batman," someone else said. "Don't believe it. Last time when I passed by the dock in the middle of the night, I saw several thugs from the Penguin gang running out with bruises and bruises, and another "The dark shadow of a Lennox flies across the sky."

The conversation quickly turned to the various legends in the city, and no one mentioned the topic of drinking in the evening.

Asher Fujimaru skillfully used the Internet to research who the "Joker" was. A lot of "criminal evidence" popped up in the Google search terms, which made Asher Fujimaru dizzy.

There is a guy who feels very familiar--Mephisto?

She randomly clicked on the latest news to check. The picture above showed a guy with green hair and a pale and mottled clown face painted on his face. His arms were twisted by several policemen, and the camera flash was on the other person's face. Leaving bright traces, he raised the corners of his mouth, as if every muscle on his sharp face was participating in this smile.

The headline of the news is 'JOKER REFUSES TO CONFESS THE MURDER' (Joker refuses to admit murder). The following is a brief mention of the incident.

On Christmas Eve last year, someone discovered a corpse with a very strange appearance in the flower bed of the Gotham Mall Plaza. The body of the deceased was twisted and there were serious signs of decay, but there was an exaggerated smile on his face, and the skin was piled up. The wrinkles pulled his face into a painful smile. But judging from the surveillance, this person walked into the square of the shopping mall by himself and then fell into the flower bed.

GCPD set up a special investigation team overnight. After investigating the identity of the deceased, the first suspect identified was the Joker who was imprisoned in Arkham Mental Hospital. However, after being investigated for nearly a month, the Joker was returned to Arkham not long ago. Well, this murder does not count as one of the achievements of the criminal genius of the century. Because the police couldn't find any evidence that the clown did it.

In addition to this incident, Asher Fujimaru checked some previous news along the time, which was nothing more than the Joker escaping from Arkham Asylum and committing various horrific crimes in Gotham.

It was still some time before they finished lunch. Jason saw Asher Fujimaru holding her mobile phone and still reading information, so he asked her to stay in the fast food restaurant for a while and asked her for some cash.

Asher Fujimaru, who had long been accustomed to cleaning up the messes of the heroic spirits, handed over his wallet in a polite manner and asked casually: "What are you going to do?"

"Buy some necessities," Jason answered her. "It's not easy to do anything with nothing."

"Oh..." Watching Jason take away the thick stack of Franklins from his wallet, Asher Fujimaru suddenly deeply missed the small treasury he had saved in the past--- Who would have thought that as soon as she opened and closed her eyes, she would be kidnapped into a strange world, and she would have to rely on commissions to support herself and the heroic spirits.

The white-collar workers at the next table finished their food and went back to work, leaving only the background music beating insignificantly in the fast food restaurant.

Asher Fujimaru pieced together most of the clown's life on the Internet, and suddenly felt tired and nauseated. The taco that had just been swallowed was tumbling in her stomach. So I had to move my attention away from the small screen.

The communicator on my wrist remained as silent as ever, now reduced to a dispensable electronic watch. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass of the fast food restaurant, Gotham City seemed like a land abandoned by the sun. It was clearly noon but it was glowing with a pale and cold light.

After staring at the street opposite for a while, Asher Fujimaru remembered to call Mr. Sterling Fitch, but no one answered the call for a long time - there was no guarantee that the other party was busy with something else. ---She had no choice but to edit a text message to contact Fitch, preparing to agree with him on a specific time to chat face to face.

It didn't take long for Fitch to reply to the message, tactfully saying that he couldn't get out of Gotham University today, but if he had free time tomorrow, he would definitely come to the door and explain everything he had not made clear today. Incidentally, he also expressed high appreciation for Asher Fujimaru's work enthusiasm.

Asher Fujimaru turned over the poor social vocabulary in her mind, wondering how she should reply. At this moment, the glass next to her was knocked from the outside, and a clear voice came in. It was Jason.

Asher Fujimaru looked at him. Heroic Spirit bent his knuckles and tapped lightly on the glass. When he saw her raising her head, he took his hand back and motioned for her to come out.

"How's it going? Is everything going well?"

In fact, Asher Fujimaru didn't know what Jason went to buy. Anyway, she didn't have much control in this aspect, and in most cases she would give the heroic spirits the greatest degree of freedom.

Jason responded calmly, "Well, it's almost time, we can go get the photos."