Chapter 1453: Birds Returning (Part 14)

Red Hood and Red Robin are both killers. Although judging from their combat records, they have had instances of choking or beating criminals to death, but the other party was immediately saved, so most of the time they haven't successfully killed anyone.

Although the two of them are not associated with the word "bloodthirsty", their ideas and methods are indeed relatively radical in the Bat family. The most radical one is Damian.

Red Hood once died at the hands of the Joker. After being resurrected, he swore to make all criminals pay the price. He had several conflicts with Batman because Batman wouldn't let him deal heavy hands on criminals, and Batman also felt a headache for his slightly extreme ideas.

However, Lu Xun's window-opening effect has a certain truth at any time.

If you don't let him kill, he definitely won't agree. But if you let him grab frozen human corpses and stuff them into a cutting machine to cut them into pieces, then soak them in chemical solutions to imprint the muscle texture and nerve structure onto a notebook, and then clip the limb slices onto specimen slides, then he would agree not to kill.

Red Hood is really going crazy.

He grabbed the wrist of a frozen, stiff female arm and stood in front of the cutting machine, his whole body wooden. He looked at Harley, who was operating the machine next to him, and shouted with grief and indignation: "How much longer will it take?!!"

"Almost, almost." Harley frowned and adjusted the machine's data and said: "Isn't it just asking you to send an arm into the machine?! Can you have some academic spirit?! If all doctors in the world were like you, how would human surgery develop?"

"Is this just an arm?!!"

"!"

Accompanied by Red Hood's roar, the human limbs piled up like a mountain next to him "clattered" and scattered to the ground, instantly filling the ground at Red Hood's feet. The human fingers close at hand made Red Hood jump a tap dance on the spot like an electric shock.

"Then don't I have to pick out suitable materials?" Harley immediately roared back: "What if the experimental material is unqualified and needs to be reworked? Isn't that more wasteful?!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! I beg you!" Red Hood was almost wailing: "What on earth am I doing!! Why am I standing in a pile of arms and legs in the middle of the night helping you cut a corpse into dozens of pieces!!"

"Softie!" Harley cursed without raising her head, then she slapped the machine hard, looked at Red Hood and said: "Aren't you also from the streets? How come you look like you've seen a ghost when you see a corpse?"

"Of course I've seen corpses! But not this kind... not this kind... this kind..." Red Hood stammered for a long time, unable to say why.

Red Hood's current train of thought can be compared. If someone suddenly asks "Have you seen a corpse?", many people might instinctively answer "Of course not".

But in fact, many people have seen corpses when the elderly in their families passed away, but at that time, the body lying on the bed hadn't been labeled as a corpse. People felt more about death.

Death is an instantaneous process, and a corpse is the result of death. Most people pay more attention to the meaning of death itself when feeling these two, while ignoring the result of the corpse produced.

Jason saw gang fights and deaths when he was a child, but he cared more about why the gangs fought and how many people died, rather than what characteristics those corpses on the street had, when they would rot, when they would fall apart, and how they would be handled in the end.

Except for some people with professional backgrounds or quirks, most people don't pay extra attention to the shell left after human death. And if supplemented by the social view of respecting the dead, most people keep corpses at a distance.

Red Hood is also like this. In his view, killing criminals is acceptable, but dismembering, freezing, and slicing their corpses is too anti-human for him.

The machine started with a "rumble". Red Hood followed Harley's instructions and pushed the arm of the corpse in his hand forward. When the first knife went down, he was on the verge of collapse.

Red Hood is a normal person. He can't accept the vibration feedback brought by cutting human bodies. He can clearly feel the blade cutting through the frozen muscles and getting stuck on the bone for a while, then continuing to press down, until that part of the limb is completely separated from the whole process of the body.

It's a bit too advanced even for a lunatic.

He threw away the arm in his hand, screamed and rushed out of the warehouse, rushed to the corner of the wall, supported his hands on the walls on both sides, and roared at Harley who followed him out: "You damn female lunatic!!"

Red Robin sighed softly, stood up leaning against the wall, looked at Harley and said: "I'll do it."

"Don't go! Tim! That's all, all..."

"Remember? I have a background in surgical education." Red Robin said so and followed Harley into the warehouse.

Although he was still startled by the astonishing number of frozen limbs, his performance was much better than Red Hood's. He waved his hand at Harley and said: "My legs are injured and I can't use strength. You hold the arm and send it in, I'll operate the machine."

"Do you know how to use it? Don't break it, I'm in a hurry to hand in my homework."

"Don't worry, I'm very good at machinery."

Red Robin fiddled with the cutting machine console twice, and sure enough, it ran smoothly. Harley selected suitable limbs, and after about ten minutes, she had processed quite a lot of materials.

"Although I know you might not answer, I still want to ask, where did you get these human materials?"

"If I say I killed them, would you want to pull out a gun and kill me?"

Red Robin shook his head and said: "First of all, I don't have a gun. Secondly, these limbs seem to have many common points, and the biggest common point is that their muscle traces look like they have been trained, not the kind of ordinary people who have no strength to truss a chicken. I don't think you have the ability to kill so many trained people."

"If you are a serial killer, then judging from your age and figure, your target should be more likely to be those with weak vigilance and weak strength, rather than these burly people who look like gang thugs."

Red Robin looked around at the limbs piled up around, he bent down and picked up one of them. Red Hood, who had already reached the warehouse door, let out another suffocating gasp.

The limb Red Robin picked up was a man's arm, with clear tattoos on it. And judging from the calluses left on his fingers, he should often use a gun.

"You guessed right, these are all gang thugs." Harley bent down and began to put the limbs she had messed up back into the freezer.

"What on earth is going on here?!!" Red Hood raised his voice and asked: "This hospital, and these corpses, and those damn serial killers outside, who can give me an explanation?!!"

"Just like what you see, this psychiatric hospital is full of serial killers. These corpses are gang members who died in fights. The one you are holding should be a thug from the John Street Railroad Gang. He has a circle of train tracks tattooed on his wrist."

"The one lying in the room is an unlucky guy who smashed his legs in a drunk driving accident and died of excessive blood loss before the ambulance arrived, so he was sent here. Although the legs are gone, the upper body can still be used. I'm taking him to practice removing the pancreas."

"This hospital buys corpses from gangs?" Red Robin asked. He frowned, immediately aware of the darkness that might exist here, so he continued to ask: "Then how can you guarantee that gangs won't slaughter ordinary people to sell to you?"

"Buy corpses from gangs? No, no, no, it's us helping gangs handle corpses, they have to pay us."

Red Hood and Red Robin were both stunned, and then they heard Harley's detailed explanation.

"Gangs must handle corpses immediately after a fight, because if they don't, diseases are likely to break out in their territory, and the smell of rotting corpses is also unbearable."

"Except for some relatively lucky gangs near the sea, most gangs need costs to handle corpses. Small cars can't hold several corpses, so they usually spend money to hire trucks to pull them to the sea to sink, or buy shredders and the like and flush them into the sewer."

"There is no doubt that the bigger the gang, the more funds they have to invest in this. If they don't handle it well once, it's easy to stink up a street, and other gangs aren't happy, which might shake their prestige."

"But now, after they finish fighting, no matter how many wounded and corpses there are, they only need to make an emergency call. After our ambulance goes, the wounded are sent to ordinary hospitals, and the corpses are pulled back to the underground cold storage to be frozen as experimental materials."

"When the end of the year comes, the fees are settled according to the number of calls. No need to spend manpower and material resources, no need to delay time, pay once to solve the corpse handling problem for a year, where can you find such a good thing?"

"Now, 90% of the gangs in Cat Getan have handled corpse handling business at New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Doing this actually has many benefits."

"First, the efficiency and cleanliness of the nurses here in handling corpses are far better than those unprofessional gang members. They can find all parts of every corpse along the direction of blood splashing, including those fragments that were unfortunately blown into corners, preventing certain human tissues from rotting in hard-to-detect corners and producing germs and odors, which can significantly improve the sanitary conditions on the streets of Cat Getan."

"Secondly, if a gang uses heavy weapons to blow the corpse too fragmented, causing the nurse's workload to be too high, then additional fees will be charged. The greater the difficulty of cleaning, the higher the fee."

"Therefore, gangs now rarely use heavy weapons, because if they unfortunately cause the building to collapse and people are all buried inside, the quote for corpse handling fees will be an astronomical figure."

"They now use pistols instead of shotguns, cold weapons instead of thermal weapons, face-to-face fighting on the road instead of shooting cold guns in corners. The easier the corpse is to handle, the more room for negotiation for the handling fee in the coming year."

"This can greatly reduce the scope of gang fights, and also make buildings less likely to be damaged. Since they regressed to the era of cold weapon fighting, the maintenance cost of Cat Getan's urban construction has dropped by at least half."

"Gangs can handle corpses more conveniently, quickly and cheaply, and the serial killers here have an inexhaustible supply of human experimental materials, allowing them to repeatedly realize various ideas, which can be called a win-win."

At this time, Red Hood and Red Robin were sitting in the corner of the wall at the door with stars in their eyes. Harley put all the frozen limbs scattered on the ground back into the freezer.

She walked back to the room where the operating table was, and found that the corpse on the operating table had almost thawed. She beckoned to the two and said: "Come over, you know how to pass tools, right?"

The two followed Harley to the operating table step by step. Red Hood wanted to retreat when looking at the corpse on the operating table, but saw the sharp scalpel in Harley's hand and her cold eyes, and finally decided to shut up.

And Red Robin, who had some surgical experience, frowned looking at Harley's young face and extremely skilled cutting movements. He handed over a pair of scissors, but still couldn't help asking.

"Who taught you anatomy?"

His meaning was actually, which teacher would teach such a small child anatomy and surgical skills?

Then he heard Harley's casual answer.

"Bruce Wayne."

Red Robin and Red Hood's hearts stopped beating for a beat at the same time.

"Dong dong dong."

A knock on the door sounded, and a voice that made their hearts stop even more came from outside the door.

"Harley, are you there? I'm Bruce, have you finished your homework?" ===== CHAPTER 1454 =====

A knock sounded, and a voice that made their hearts stop even more came from outside the door.

"Harley, are you there? It's Bruce. Have you finished your homework?"