Chapter 3261: Blood-Spattered New City (21)

The Pale Knight was trembling all over.

He couldn't describe what his mood was now. He only felt his body twitching uncontrollably, his neck seemed to be locked by something, and he gradually felt difficulty breathing.

He struggled with his arms, then rolled off the bed, his head hit the wall heavily, and he knocked over the bedside table.

The nurse heard the sound and rushed in.

Then what happened he didn't remember. He only saw many hazy halos, heard fragmented whispers, and when he woke up again, he saw Bruce's pair of blue eyes.

Cat Getan's daylight is always dim, and it's hard to tell the time. The Pale Knight struggled to twist his neck and saw that it was morning.

He struggled to climb up, Bruce hurriedly pressed him back onto the hospital bed, and then said: "What are you doing? Do you know what your body situation is now? You almost died!"

"Let go of me!" The Pale Knight roared angrily, "I'm going to the Natural Woodlands!"

A hesitant expression appeared on Bruce's face. He said: "You're a bit late to go now."

"Then I'm going too! That group of bastards killed Willy! They must have bribed the police! I'm going to find Gordon!! I'm going to seal the Charabanc Chemical Plant!!!"

Bruce paused slightly and said: "I said it's a bit late, the chemical plant..."

"What happened to the chemical plant?"

"The chemical plant has changed its form of existence." Bruce stopped mid-sentence.

"Changed its form of existence?" The Pale Knight stared at him suspiciously, and then said angrily: "I don't have time to joke with you now!"

"Well, you're not sick at a very good time." Bruce had no choice but to say: "And you don't know Schiller very well."

"What, does this have anything to do with Schiller again? Could it be his plan?"

"No, precisely because this is not his plan, I say you don't know Schiller's speed of revenge at all."

"What exactly is going on?" The Pale Knight stared at Bruce's face tightly and said: "You'd better confess everything, otherwise I'll put you in an ice cube again!"

Bruce spread his hands and said: "You've been in a coma for a day and a night. During this period, the investors and those in charge of the Charabanc Chemical Plant and the newly established Natural Woodlands Protection Fund have changed their form of existence."

"What form?"

"Sublimated from carbon-based organisms."

The Pale Knight stared at him in surprise.

"Do you have to make me speak so clearly?" Bruce said with some disgust: "The Charabanc Chemical Plant exploded, becoming the largest chemical plant explosion in New Jersey in nearly a hundred years."

"The members of the Charabanc family who claimed to rectify the chemical plant and invest in the Natural Woodlands Protection Fund went to the chemical plant for inspection and were wiped out in this accident. The owner of the chemical plant, William Charabanc, is at the center of the explosion, and a family of five was instantly vaporized."

"Now what you have to consider is not Willy or Charabanc, but how to deal with the inquiry of the State Assembly regarding this major safety accident. After all, you are the Mayor now."

The Pale Knight was completely stunned on the spot.

"The chemical plant exploded?!! How did it explode???"

"Hmm..." Bruce hesitated and said: "I say it was completely done by the Joker, do you believe it?"

"What do you think? Why would the Joker have nothing to do and blow up this chemical plant?"

"The Joker has nothing to do, isn't he just blowing things up everywhere?"

The Pale Knight was speechless.

Then he reacted and said: "Did you just mention Schiller's speed of revenge? Did he do it?"

"You know, there is no evidence." Bruce shook his head and said: "There are signs that it is possible he led the Joker there, or he simply cooperated with the Joker, but the Joker might be the only one who knows, and you can't catch him for interrogation."

The Pale Knight leaned back slowly, leaned on the pillow, and said thoughtfully: "He must have cooperated with the Joker."

"How do you know?" Bruce asked.

"When he gave me the medicine, before I fell into a coma, I heard him say 'not to pin hope on the kindness of the Pale Knight, but to let the Joker have no choice'. He did it."

"What?"

"The Joker has no choice, Maria can only cooperate with Schiller." The Pale Knight muttered to himself: "The Joker in my body rejected him, so he let Maria become the Joker, replacing the original Joker."

"And if Maria doesn't cooperate with him, he will go and create another one, create a second, a third, there will always be one who will cooperate with him. The Joker has no choice."

Bruce was silent and didn't speak. After a long time, the Pale Knight said: "I thought they might use violent means to expel the protesters, but I didn't expect them to kill so quickly."

"This is not hard to predict." Bruce said: "It seems they were not forced into a dead end, but Schiller must have done something to make them feel that if they didn't use it as soon as possible, the last resort would be chronic death."

"What did he do?" The Pale Knight asked.

"I don't know everything." Bruce sighed: "This Schiller is different from the one I knew in the past. He is always laying out behind the scenes. Every step is not a idle move, and every step can open up a path, and countless paths weave a big net. No one can escape."

The Pale Knight slowly closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly and said: "I want to be discharged."

"Are you going to attend the press conference?"

"No, I'm going to attend the funeral, Willy's funeral."

Willy's funeral was indeed held today. When the Pale Knight arrived, quite a few people had already come, but from their dress, it could be seen that they were not rich people.

There were indeed some people who didn't know Willy during his lifetime who came, because the news of Willy's sacrifice had spread. The eyes of the masses are sharp. They know that this man is not the violent maniac in the media; he is a hero.

When the Pale Knight pushed the door open, his hands were shaking. Bruce had to press his arm and said: "My butler told me that there has never been a revolution without bloodshed and sacrifice."

The Pale Knight pushed the door open with force.

People saw him, saw the new Mayor walk into the memorial service with a heavy face.

They tacitly didn't go to talk to him. The Pale Knight just walked silently to the coffin. Beside the coffin was his photo, and a woman in black stood on the side.

"Hello, I am Willy's ex-wife, this is his daughter."

The Pale Knight saw a young girl, still looking immature, possibly just graduated from junior high school, about 15 years old.

"Are you the new Mayor?" She walked over and asked. The Pale Knight saw a similar expression on her face as her father's, which made everything in black and white at the memorial service look even more indifferent, only those eyes were intense.

"Yes, you can call me Mr. Napier."

"Okay, Mr. Napier, do you think my father is a hero?"

The woman beside her seemed to think her question was too sharp, and pulled her from behind, but the girl was relentless, staring tightly at the Pale Knight's face.

"Yes, he is a hero. Regarding his death, I will definitely investigate it clearly and give you an explanation." The Pale Knight looked around to indicate that he was not just saying this to Willy's relatives.

The woman lowered her head sadly. She said: "In the video, I saw that it was indeed Willy who provoked the police. According to the laws of New Jersey..."

"Videos can be edited." The Pale Knight said: "The angle of shooting also has articles to do, plus the propaganda of the media, you can create a substitute for the truth."

"Perhaps Willy really did this, perhaps he really broke the law, but it must be determined through investigation, rather than just publishing a video on the Internet to convict him."

The flames burned again in the girl's eyes. She said: "My name is Fiona. Can I investigate with you? I went to the police station, but they all said I had no right to participate in the investigation."

Looking at those eyes that were very similar to her father's, the Pale Knight couldn't say the words of refusal, so he had to nod and say: "Yes, Fiona, I can specially recruit you to become my staff to investigate the truth of your father's death, but you must promise me that if the facts are the same as what the media said, that it was your father who broke the law, you cannot distort the truth."

"For whom was the law established?" Fiona asked: "Why did they pollute the Natural Woodlands and kill so many people, but were not put in jail, while my father just wanted to seek justice for them and angered the police, so he had to pay with his life?"

The Pale Knight was silent, but Fiona seemed to suddenly understand him. He nodded and said: "I won't cause you trouble, Mr. Mayor, you are a good person."

After speaking, she turned and left, seemingly having a lot to do. The Pale Knight sighed, turned and wanted to find Bruce's figure, but unexpectedly saw an unexpected person.

"Schiller." The Pale Knight shouted in that direction. Schiller noticed his shout and turned his head, nodding to him.

The Pale Knight walked over quickly. Schiller was holding a glass of red wine. The Pale Knight saw that his expression was still very calm, with a kind of appropriate sorrow and nostalgia, which was just right for the atmosphere of the memorial service.

But he wasn't actually sad, the Pale Knight thought. He must have some purpose in coming here.

"Can you tell me what exactly is going on?" The Pale Knight tried to make his tone sound not like he was questioning.

He didn't think Willy's death had anything to do with Schiller. He didn't think this hero stood up for anyone else. Maybe some people gave him a chance, but in the end, this was what he wanted to do.

"I was just about to tell you." Schiller's tone was light, simply like talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him. The Pale Knight wanted to grab the string of the balloon, not prick it directly.

"I feel sorry for Willy's sacrifice, but he didn't retreat until the last moment. When Jesus's blood drips, no matter how calm the dead water is, it will set off waves. Have you noticed anything different?"

The Pale Knight swallowed all his questions. He couldn't help but look at the others at the memorial service, and then he found that they were sad, they were nostalgic, but under this calm appearance, anger was constantly accumulating.

Like a pot that has been boiling, the lid is constantly being pushed up, but it is still buckled on the pot. And if it continues to boil like this, sooner or later the intense heat will completely lift the lid, and the boiling water will surge out like waves, giving any hand that wants to reach into the pot a painful lesson.

"What exactly did you do?" The Pale Knight looked at Schiller and said: "You must have played an important role in it, right?"

Schiller nodded and said: "During your hospitalization at Arkham Asylum, the asylum dean Toke has been reporting your physical condition to Lu Si, the manager of the Cat Getan Natural Disaster Fund."

"Lu Si knows that your unstable mental state is an obstacle that Batman cannot trust and cannot cooperate with you. She doesn't want you to recover, so she stole your medicine, wanting to make an antidote to release the drug's effects."

"But no matter how she analyzed it, she couldn't find useful ingredients in the sample. And at this time, Toke told her that your mental state had improved miraculously, and the symptoms of schizophrenia had gradually disappeared."

The Pale Knight's breathing stopped. Of course he knew why his symptoms improved, because a new Joker was born, and the one in his body was gradually dying.

"Lu Si thought you got new medicine, and this new medicine was something she couldn't develop an antidote for, and couldn't even crack the effective ingredients. She thought there was only one person in the world who could do this—Batman."

"She thought your cooperation had started long ago, and you had laid out countless conspiracies in places she didn't know, just waiting to gain a comprehensive advantage and swallow the upper class into their stomachs."

The Pale Knight's fingertips began to tremble slightly again.

"Lu Si felt fear."

Schiller paced slowly to the Pale Knight's side, then circled behind him and said: "Fear is a poison that makes people fall into an irrational state, making them under pressure, making them lack a sense of security, making them desperately want to control something."

"Most importantly, it makes them want to make progress on at least one thing immediately to soothe the anxiety in their hearts."

"So he took action against the protesters in the Natural Woodlands?" The Pale Knight turned back and glared at Schiller and said: "Did you kill Willy?!"

Schiller lowered his head and took a sip of wine, then said: "This is what I said, Pale Knight. In this city, there are sharp swords everywhere, but you don't dare to use any of them because of your cowardice."

"But... this is not a reason for you to kill an innocent person."

Schiller suddenly looked at the Pale Knight and smiled.

"Do you think you and Batman are the only heroes moving forward in the dark in Cat Getan?"

The Pale Knight stared at him, and then he heard Schiller say.

"What if I tell you that Willy knew what would happen long ago?" ===== CHAPTER 3262 =====