Chapter 1451: Birds Returning (Part 12)

Both of them tensed their muscles, but Mrs. Miller just stood in the distance and watched them quietly for a while, then turned and left.

Watching her receding figure, both of them let out a sigh of relief. Red Robin pushed Red Hood in front of him and said: "A murder case might have happened here not long ago, and anyone could be the murderer. Can you stop rushing in recklessly?"

"So what if it's a murderer? Haven't we seen enough lunatics?" Red Hood drew his weapon from his waist and said: "I'll make him look good!"

It must be admitted that in a strange environment, a tough attitude can indeed give people a sense of security. Red Robin didn't continue to dissuade him because he also felt a bit unsure.

"Let's go, let's go up from the stairs."

Red Hood shook his head and walked forward. Red Robin followed behind him. The two came to the corner of the stairs, and then heard a hurried sound of footsteps coming from upstairs.

Red Hood had just taken a step, and when he looked up, he saw a woman wearing a nurse's uniform walking down in a hurry. And more eye-catching than that nurse's outfit was the sharp knife with cold light in her hand.

In the moment the two were stunned, the woman wearing the nurse's uniform widened her eyes and said: "Weirdos who don't sleep?!"

"Miss Nurse, we are actually..."

Before the beginning of the lie was finished, the cold light of the blade had approached Red Hood's eyes. He dodged sideways at the last second. With a "rip" sound, the tip of the knife cut through the uniform on the side of his arm, bringing out a string of blood beads.

Red Hood's fighting instinct made him bend down and lower his head to dodge the second attack. It was too late to wield his weapon, so he used his advantage in figure and weight to hug the nurse's waist directly, slamming her against the wall on the side of the stairwell. Red Robin's fist also swung towards the nurse.

"Bang!"

The fist hit the nurse's cheek solidly, but to give Red Robin space to attack, Red Hood had to let go of the nurse and withdraw from between the two of them.

The nurse who took a punch didn't fall directly on the stairs, but staggered up two steps, changed her knife-holding posture from backhand to forehand, and stabbed Red Hood towards the side of his neck.

Red Hood leaned down to dodge. The next second, the toe of the nurse's shoe kicked heavily behind his ear. He staggered backward and hit Red Robin behind him.

The sharp knife stabbed several times along the handrail. Red Hood retreated step by step, identified the position by sound, kicked his leg to the right, but was flexibly dodged by the nurse.

Red Robin analyzed the scene in front of him rapidly in his mind, and the conclusion was that the current situation was completely unfavorable to them.

The most troublesome thing was the lack of light in the stairwell, and this was their first time here, knowing nothing about the corner positions of the stairwell, while this nurse knew the terrain like the back of her hand.

"Go, Jason! Don't fight her here! Go back to the corridor!" Red Robin shouted at Red Hood.

Although Red Hood had always been aggressive, he wasn't stupid. The opponent was familiar with the terrain, held a sharp weapon, and was standing above the stairs. If she had a gun and fired wildly downwards, both of them might be hit.

So, he backhanded an elbow, opened the arm wielding the sharp knife, lowered his head and retreated flexibly, rolled backward to withdraw from the nurse's attack range, and ran back to the corridor with Red Robin.

Arriving at a place with lights, Red Hood felt it was about time, so he was about to turn around to fight the enemy. But at this time, the door behind him opened. The security guard they had just seen stared with bloodshot eyes, holding a pistol with a silencer installed in his hand.

The nurse holding the sharp knife had already rushed into the corridor, and there was a burly security guard with a gun in front. Red Hood and Red Robin went out too hastily, and neither brought long-range weapons. Looking at the pitch-black muzzle, Red Robin gritted his teeth and said: "I'll attract his attention, you run to the other side of the corridor!"

"Don't be stupid, he will shoot."

"He can't hit me!"

Accompanied by the two killers getting closer and closer, Red Robin and Red Hood had no room for hesitation. Red Hood rolled to the side quickly. Just as the security guard's line of sight followed his movement, Red Hood leaned forward and punched the security guard in the face.

With a muffled "bang", the pistol with a silencer was triggered. The bullet ricocheted in the slightly narrow corridor, flying past Red Robin's ear. Neither of them had time to grab the gun, so they knocked over the male security guard and ran.

"They are definitely not ordinary people!" Red Hood shouted while running: "That nurse's strength is surprisingly great, and she has definitely received training in cold weapons, every knife is fatal!"

"That security guard is too!" Red Robin followed behind him, saying while running: "When I hit him just now, it felt like hitting a wall. The last time I had this feeling was when I hit Deathstroke!"

The two rushed to the stairs on the other side all the way, grabbed the handrail and rushed upstairs quickly. Not long after running up, they heard the "squeak, squeak" sound of a small cart sounding in front, and the rich smell of blood was blown by the breeze, drilling into their nostrils.

"Something's wrong! Quick, quick, run back!" Red Robin's keen intuition made him pull Red Hood to turn around, but at this time, the security guard's heavy footsteps had already sounded under the stairs.

When the two were in a dilemma, the small cart had already turned around the corner. The white doctor they saw on the first basement floor walked over, carrying a meat cleaver, and his other hand was pushing the small cart—the cart was full of human parts.

Seeing Red Robin and Red Hood appearing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment and asked: "Did you hang the picture back? Don't let Mrs. Miller think I did it."

Red Robin and Red Hood's gazes all fell on the corpses on the small cart in his hand. The parts there could be assembled into at least three complete people, and they all died not long ago, only with the smell of blood, but no stench of rot.

Anger rose from their hearts, but a "bang" gunshot interrupted their fantasy of tearing the murderer apart. Red Robin looked back and saw the security guard aiming the pitch-black muzzle at him.

The two scraped past the white doctor like a whirlwind. Red Hood accidentally stepped on the fingers of an arm lying on the ground. By the time the people chasing them also ran past, the white doctor shook his head helplessly and said: "A bunch of bastards! This is my experimental material for tomorrow... Looks like I can only go and get another batch."

Red Robin and Red Hood kept running forward. When passing a room with lights on, Red Hood's peripheral vision caught the shape of human limbs hanging inside. He let out a scream and ran faster.

But before they could run to the stairs on the opposite side, a burly figure blocked their way. The strong man wearing a pig-head mask looked at the two young men shouting in surprise and asked: "Who are you? Where are you going? Aren't you afraid of Mrs. Miller causing you trouble if you don't sleep at this time?"

But Red Hood and Red Robin's gazes were all focused on the chainsaw stained with blood he was carrying.

The two made an emergency brake, almost stepping a hole in the carpet, and the grinning security guard had already chased up from behind.

And the two of them running for their lives all the way obviously made quite a stir. Following behind the security guard, in addition to the nurse, there was another strong man holding a baseball bat, a teenager wearing a hospital gown, and an elderly person who looked a bit hunchbacked.

And behind the pig-head murderer, several heads also poked out. The weapons hidden behind them were either boning knives or pitch-black muzzles. Looking from the light of the door crack, various parts related to humans were dazzling.

"Every one of them is..." Red Robin said with a trembling tone. His stunning detective talent made the information of everyone in front of him pour into his mind, and at this time, he wished he didn't have this talent.

"What are they?" Red Hood gritted his teeth and cursed: "Can you stop using secret codes at this time?!"

"What else could it be?!" Red Robin roared: "They are all fucking murderers!"

The night wind of Gotham passed through the corridor, blowing up the short hair on Red Hood and Red Robin's temples. And behind their terrified expressions, the indicator sign at the corner of the corridor made a clear sound, on which it was written in bold English—"Patient Communication Activity Center".

Ten minutes later, two staggering figures rushed up the corridor on the fourth floor. Red Hood held his arm with a large cut and supported Red Robin, who had been shot in the leg. The two ran forward with all their might, wanting to escape the pursuit of countless murderers behind them.

Although Robins and Batman are of the same lineage in terms of not being able to win encounter battles, their encounter was destined that even if they were fully armed and well-prepared to come here, it might not be useful.

Because almost every murderer who could come here had published more than five major achievements in journals, and could be called an academic titan in the world of serial killers. For them, killing had become an instinct, death had been sublimated into art, and their practical techniques for hunting prey had long been honed to perfection.

This is different from the motivation of Robins to uphold justice and pursue criminals. They are purely to satisfy their own spiritual enjoyment, and have devoted their whole lives to deeply understanding how to kill the creature of human beings. And as the saying goes—love is the best teacher.

Attacking others is just a means for Robins, a part of their cause of justice. But for serial killers who can enter New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, hunting is almost their whole life. And there is another saying—what you love is your life.

Don't use your hobbies to challenge others' careers. Even if Red Hood and Red Robin can be considered to have a relatively ruthless hand among Robins, compared with this group of serial killers, they are more like simple and kind little lambs.

And these two reckless little lambs didn't rush into the wolf pack, but parachuted into the scene of the Wolf King Conference. There is a kind of beauty of a brave man who just left the novice village and accidentally entered the Hell G20 Summit, and a player holding an initial wooden stick fell into the Sunset Overlord Shrimp breeding pond.

The running speed of the two in the corridor gradually slowed down. When Red Robin leaned against the wall to recover his strength, he gritted his teeth and said: "This won't work!"

"What the hell!" Red Hood cursed: "How on earth did Batman catch them all?!"

"That might just be his disguise." Red Robin swallowed and said: "Deliberately making himself look harmless so that others can relax their vigilance. I'm afraid this bunch of lunatics all fell for his trick, and so did we!"

"When we first saw him, he must have deliberately dressed like that. Cunning Batman!"

As soon as this was said, both of them were stunned. Red Robin smiled bitterly and said: "Usually it's that group of lunatics who scold us like this. The tables have turned!"

"Go, quick, they are chasing!" Red Hood said out of breath.

Just as another group of terrifying figures appeared in the corridor behind them, and their physical strength was about to be exhausted, suddenly, the door of a room in the corridor opened, and a small hand pulled the two of them in one after another.

The excessive blood loss from the gunshot wound made Red Robin a bit dizzy. As soon as he entered the door, he sat down leaning against the wall. The bright light in the room formed layers of halos in his eyes.

And the next second, the face that appeared in front of him made him jump up from the ground in shock. Red Hood's shocked shout came even earlier than his—

"Harley Quinn?!" ===== CHAPTER 1452 =====

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