Chapter 1147

Upon seeing the car that was chasing the Batmobile, Schiller already knew who was in this car.

Because, this car was one of the two cars that had chased him and driven for several hours on the ring expressway back then.

Sure enough, the person crawling out of the overturned car was exactly Hush, whose face was wrapped in bandages.

The car explosion had blown him half to death, and he was covered in black ash. Fortunately, the hardness of the angel's wings that crashed into the car was sufficient, helping him block most of the impact of the explosion. Otherwise, by now, he should have been dead.

However, the bloodstains on the bandages on his face weren't just made just now, and in the places where the bandages were scorched and fell off, one could still see very fresh, completely unhealed knife wounds.

Everyone knows that plastic surgery is only done once and for a lifetime. The direction of human facial muscles is extremely complex. To change one place, one has to change everywhere. To want to make oneself look a bit prettier, one has to pay a huge price, let alone plastic surgery to become another person?

After Hush escaped from Dick's school, the first thing he did wasn't to take revenge, but to hurry to maintain his body.

His prosthetic limb was originally fixed to his leg using bone connection. Falling from the building caused a big problem with his bones, and he had to protect his leg first so that he wouldn't be paralyzed in bed.

And after replacing it with a new prosthetic limb, Hush still couldn't act immediately, because he had to maintain his face.

When he fell from the building, he happened to hit his jaw, causing the prosthesis filled in his chin to become crooked, and he had to adjust the position.

And at this time, Bruce happened to be called to the police station. Dick, who woke up, recovered some consciousness, and he told Tim and Jason, who were in Wei En Manor at the time, about his encounter.

"You mean, you were fitted with a pair of pig ears branded with the letter V?" Tim narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something. He looked at Dick and asked: "Is the one branded with the letter on the left ear or the right ear?"

Dick, lying on the bed, recalled for a moment and said: "It's the left ear."

"Willard." Tim said immediately, the light of wisdom shining in his eyes. He said: "When that fake driver Willard was working in my family's manor, I discovered that he had a hearing problem in one ear, possibly unable to hear."

"After discovering this point, I focused on observing his ears. I discovered that behind the ear hidden under his hair, there was a strange tattoo, which should be a word starting with V."

Jason and Dick both looked at him. Tim stood up immediately and said: "Very good, daring to attack me, he's finished!"

After finishing, he turned and walked out. Jason followed behind him and said: "Where are you going?"

"Of course, to take revenge." Tim replied.

"But where are you going to find him?" Jason asked again.

"Aren't the clues very obvious?" Tim said while walking down the stairs, his speaking speed flying fast as he began to analyze!

"Willard infiltrated Drake Manor, used the identity of my father's driver to cover his actions. On the surface, he was the driver of the Drake family, but actually, he was secretly making that kind of terrifying doll in his base."

"In order to gain the trust of the Drake family, he created an accident to consolidate his identity, and also arranged for his dolls to attack himself, wanting to attract me and Batman as witnesses to testify for him."

"And after being exposed by me, he lost his social identity and could only hide in his base. Moreover, he probably encountered other changes and couldn't properly make his dolls anymore."

"How did you see that?" Jason asked.

"Didn't you notice? Last night, Alfred dealt with certain things in the garden. I saw his actions by the window, so, during the day, I pretended to accompany Aisha to play and turned over that piece of soil..."

Jason stared, took two steps, arrived at a position shoulder-to-shoulder with Tim, and looked at him in surprise: "You're playing a double agent with Alfred, are you tired of living?"

But instantly, he realized he seemed to have let something slip. Tim glanced at him and said: "The first time I saw Alfred, I knew he wasn't simple. If he wasn't a spy, he was an agent. Batman definitely knows this point too."

"The butler can almost touch all the secrets of the master. Since Batman doesn't mind, it proves that Alfred is not dangerous. I admit, this has a gambling component, but I am confident in my deduction."

Jason shook his head. Even from the perspective of a Cat Getan child king, Tim's actions were a bit too risky.

"On the night I encountered the attack, I had carefully observed that doll, and after turning over the land, I also saw them. I discovered that these two dolls have very obvious differences."

"The doll that attacked me used limbs that were very fresh." Upon hearing the adjective he used, Jason couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. He looked at Tim, and in Tim's eyes, there was nothing but reason and calmness.

Tim saw Jason's expression and added a sentence: "Alright, I shouldn't use this kind of word, but the facts are such. Those victims who made up the doll should have just died not long ago."

"But the doll buried in the garden by Alfred, the degree of corpse decay is too high, almost reaching the edge of being unusable. If I were him, not being forced to the limit, I wouldn't use these pieces of junk."

Jason gasped, looked at Tim and said: "I suggest you go see a psychiatrist, really."

Tim shook his head. He spoke and said: "Rest assured, I'm fine. I've been like this since I was a child. But don't worry, my parents told me to try hard to pretend to be an ordinary person."

"But this time, he was the one who made the first move." Tim bared his teeth and said: "Strike while the iron is hot, let's go now!"

Jason thought slightly about what he had just said and spoke: "If his base might have had a problem, it means he needs a new base. And to make dolls, he must have a large amount of material. He must stay in a place with many people. The security here can't be too strict, and missing persons won't be valued... then there's only the East End."

"The buildings in the East End are gradually accepting transformation. With the Living Hell as the center, the third phase of the project is almost radiating to the pier. The rest of the places have also been cut very finely by the security zones of the Wei En Group. There aren't many choices left for him." Tim followed his words.

"Among them, there are three locations that are most likely. We can check them one by one. While he hasn't completely settled down and the dolls in his hands are all completely decayed and have no combat effectiveness, we can take back everything he did to Dick and me."

Jason grabbed him. Tim originally thought Jason was going to stop him, but unexpectedly Jason spoke: "Since we're going to do it, we have to be more perfect. We don't have to check it ourselves. Those little guys in the streets and alleys won't let go of every suspicious figure. I'll call and ask those few child kings in the East End."

Jason stood in front of the telephone station and made several calls. Not long after, he obtained several important clues, allowing him and Tim to determine the location of that so-called V.

Originally, it was only going to be the two of them, but Dick was completely uneasy and also wanted to follow. More importantly, he must let Jason and Tim bring Aisha along.

Dick, who had spent the longest time with Aisha, knew her combat effectiveness best. Bringing Aisha along, they didn't even need to bring guns. After finding the murderer, directly close the door and release Aisha. It would only take two minutes, and the world would be quiet.

As Bruce's adopted son, Dick's fingerprints could open the Batmobile. The four children drove the Batmobile away from home. Turning around, Alfred called Batman.

The next things, there was nothing to say. Tim's deduction was almost completely correct. They found traces of V in an old house on the edge of the East End.

And the only accident was that Hush was also there.

At that time. Hush was lying on the operating table, and the one performing the plastic surgery on him was exactly this mysterious V.

At that time, the three older children originally planned to formulate an attack plan, but Aisha had long since ceased to be the monster with a not-so-clear mind from before.

Although Aisha's vocabulary was still worrying and she usually only knew how to wail, she actually long ago had the wisdom matching this age group.

She also understood that the murderer who hurt Dick was in this house. So, as soon as the car stopped, Aisha rushed out directly from Dick's arms, crashed through the window with her head, and hit the operating table.

At that time, Hush was operating on his face. With Aisha's crash, the scalpel slashed, and a piece of meat was directly cut off his chin.

The scalpel slashed across half of his face from bottom to top. The wound was extremely deep and also injured his eyeball. I'm afraid in the future, not only would he be unable to have a charming butt-chin, but there would also be a scar left on his face. Maybe, there would also be one eye blinded.

Hush absolutely couldn't accept this result. He was jealous of Bruce in all aspects, including his handsomeness. Thinking that he would only be able to be a disfigured ugly monster in the future, Hush directly exploded on the spot.

He picked up his gun and shot randomly in the room. But Aisha's movements were extremely fast. Not only did he not hit Aisha, but he also gave V, who was operating on him, a shot.

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Aisha knew it was bad, directly escaped from the room, and jumped back into the car. Tim, Jason, and Dick didn't understand what was going on at all, and the angry Hush drove his own car to chase after them. And Batman, who received the news, also found them at the first moment.

Just like that, a chase battle began.

Tim was the only one among the children who knew how to drive, and the road he was most familiar with was Cat Getan's bustling commercial street. Because as a child from a wealthy family, he often came here to shop, and when being chased, he also wanted to drive here at the first moment, because he was most familiar with the road conditions here.

And the result was that several parties crashed together, Harley's half street exploded on the spot, and Schiller's brand-new bookstore also turned into a ruin.

When Schiller walked back to the center of his bookstore, he sighed gently. When Batman walked in, he saw Schiller reveal a helpless smile.

"... Do you know? This is actually an exam." Schiller looked up at Batman and said: "In this upgrade, I possessed almost all the emotions of ordinary people—happiness, sadness, being moved—but I was the only one missing one emotion—anger from the bottom of my heart."

"You also said before that people like us pretending to be ordinary people always use too much force, only knowing gentleness, kindness, and understanding. And anger is the most important step to transform the disguise into reality."

"Pride said that this emotion can only be learned in Cat Getan, because here, every day, all kinds of infuriating bullshit happens."

When Schiller said this, his smile slowly disappeared, and instead, he tightened his brows, pulled the corners of his mouth downward, and revealed an angry look that Batman had never seen on Schiller's face.

But very quickly, the angry expression also disappeared. Schiller's expression began to become somewhat dull, and Batman suddenly had a bad premonition.

"The exam is over. I also need to go back and debug this new emotion so that it can integrate well into my personality... Alright, Batman, prepare to welcome your professor."

Batman slowly widened his eyes. He looked around his surroundings, saw the dust stuck to Schiller's coat, the cotton wool from who knows where that had fallen on his hair, the various books shattered all over the floor, and the howling shouts outside.

He also thought about his behavior of jumping back and forth between the Physics Department and the Psychology Department, the serial killer who splashed Schiller with blood, the rotten pig ears delivered to Schiller's mailbox, and that case suspected of academic plagiarism.

Outside the bookstore entrance, Clark, who was grabbing the angel for interrogation, saw Batman rushing out of the bookstore with hurried steps.

Along the way, Batman first picked up Aisha and carried her on his shoulder, pulled Dick with his left hand, dragged Tim with his right hand, shouted Jason's name, and with the movements of a cannery assembly line worker, stuffed all the children into the Batmobile in one go.

Clark asked in confusion: "What are you going to do? Why are you in such a hurry?"

A pitch-black car sped away into the sunset of Cat Getan without looking back, leaving only Batman's sincere response:

"... I'm going back to write my thesis!"