Chapter 3860: The Nameless Bat (41)

Gordon picked up the data they had organized and found that, as Seeing Natasha and Mnemosyne said, currently all people suspected of dying at the hands of the copycat had a relationship with this natural reserve development bill pushed half a year ago—either the formulator of the bill or the promoter.

Gordon opened the content of the bill and read it for a few glances, knowing that this was just another trick to occupy the natural reserve. Cat Getan's land development was already saturated. Even in the suburbs, good commercial land had been used up. In order to get more land, developers had to reach out to the natural reserve.

This natural reserve was located on an island. Because it wasn't in the urban area, the climate was okay, and there was a great human-shaped beach, which had been developed into a tourist attraction many years ago. And this time, this bill was to build villa resorts and hotels on the edge of the coastline.

Actually, if it was just building houses, it wouldn't destroy too much of the natural environment, but in order to make the seawater meet the water quality conditions of the seaside bathing beach, and then use this water quality condition to attract more wealthy people to invest or buy houses, they threw a kind of poison into the water body, letting all aquatic organisms in the nearshore die, and also poisoned almost all plants near the coastline.

The effect of doing this was very good: because there were no aquatic organisms and no microorganisms, the seawater became very clean, looking very suitable for swimming; and the death of plants also reduced the difficulty of construction engineering, and also expanded the area of the beach. It could be said that everyone was happy.

Most of the previous victims were investors in this project, while the mayor was actively pushing for the passage of the bill for more political contributions; the judge also contributed a lot; Antonio felt that the protesters affected his daily life, so he mocked them wantonly on his show.

If it were ordinary people, they would have no way to deal with such collusive actions. However, Cat Getan had a real plant goddess, Poison Ivy Pamela.

In the past, there were many people in Cat Getan who destroyed plants, but because the degree of urbanization was relatively high, most of the destroyed plants were actually artificially cultivated horticultural varieties or green belts or something. Because there weren't many natural plants, there was nothing to destroy.

It's just that this time it was different. That natural reserve located on the small island could be considered one of the few places around Cat Getan where the environment was still okay; if it were closer, one could only go to Blüdhaven. Gordon guessed that it was highly likely that such a brutal means of destroying plants led Poison Ivy to do these things. But the only doubt was: why did she want to imitate the Eden Killer?

"Thank God, Ms. Isley can be considered the most communicative among all the lunatics in Cat Getan." Gordon took Seeing Natasha to the interrogation room and said: "As long as you don't pour a pot of flowers to death in front of her, she is usually very quiet. And her good friend Harley Quinn is not; if you meet that female lunatic, it's better to go around."

Seeing Natasha walked into the interrogation room silently. When she saw the red-haired woman sitting inside, she instinctively felt something was wrong. Some fragments of inspiration flashed in her mind, but soon disappeared, and couldn't be captured.

"Hello, Ms. Isley." Seeing Natasha sat opposite her and said, "Don't worry, we just need to conduct some routine inquiries for you."

"I did it." Poison Ivy was very straightforward and said, "If you think I killed the people, then I killed them. I used vines to strangle them, and then gave them a knife, pretending it was done by the Eden Killer, with the purpose of letting them go to hell with their damn bill. Is there anything else to ask?"

Seeing Natasha was a bit shocked by her straightforwardness and honesty, but she still said: "I believe you have room for explanation."

"No need." Poison Ivy said, "I am a mental patient, no one can sentence me to detention, I will only be sent to Arkham Asylum. But the doctors and nurses there can't stop me at all."

Seeing Natasha frowned slowly. Just as she wanted to say something, she saw a vine stretch in from the window of the interrogation room—and this was the eighth floor.

A police officer waiting on the side suffered. That seemingly soft vine suddenly rose when it approached him, tightly strangled his neck, and dragged him directly into mid-air.

"Alright." Seeing Natasha said, "I've seen your ability, Madam."

Then Poison Ivy let the police officer down. That vine also disappeared with a "whoosh." Seeing Natasha sighed and said: "How on earth does Batman deal with you bunch of super-powered criminals as an ordinary person?"

"He doesn't need to deal with me." Poison Ivy said, "As long as no one hurts plants, I don't want to pay attention to anyone. I have my own experiments to do, wishing I could stay in the laboratory until the end of time. If it weren't for these bugs looking for death themselves, I wouldn't bother to kill them."

"Fine, since you have no scruples, we have no need to talk anymore. I have only one last question: Why did you want to imitate the Eden Killer?"

"Because I want to go to court—I mean, it would be good if more reporters and audiences could come. I want to make the shameless acts of that bunch of people known to the public. Imitating a killer who makes a big scene is the best way."

"Do you think the Eden Killer is very famous?"

"Not as famous as the Joker. It's a pity Batman isn't in Cat Getan, and I don't know where the Joker ran off to, otherwise imitating him would be the best choice. But this Eden Killer isn't bad either, he's quite hot recently. If you treat me as him and judge me, the stupid bill they passed would probably be seen by half of America, and their end would be too—this way everyone has to weigh it when occupying natural reserves and hurting plants."

An impeccable reason. Seeing Natasha thought. If the other party was really such a fanatical plant protectionist, then it wouldn't be strange to do this. But Seeing Natasha always felt something was wrong.

The details of the case lingered in Seeing Natasha's mind, but she really wasn't a very clever detective; these chaotic and trivial clues couldn't form useful information. Seeing Natasha felt her brain was a bit overloaded.

"You..." Seeing Natasha spat out a syllable, but after a while, she fell silent again. She stared at Poison Ivy's eyes, starting to hope she had mind-reading skills, or something like Schiller's psychoanalysis. But clearly she didn't have such talent, and after staring for a long time, her brain was still blank.

Thinking of mind-reading made her think of Schiller, and thinking of Schiller made her think of what Schiller said that day. Seeing Natasha felt even more headache, but those words were like magic sounds, echoing in her mind.

She had a great tombstone in her heart—not any specific person, not even any specific country. Originally it wasn't that clear, but since she received her first payment from the American intelligence agency, she carved her own name on the tombstone, and then let 80% of her heart go into the ground together.

The remaining 20%, even if given wholeheartedly to someone, really couldn't be called a very presentable gift. She could no longer love someone without reservation like she did at 20, and her pursuers were like stepping into a gorgeous trap built by the tragedy in her soul. And the way to push these good people full of mission sense out of the trap was to use beauty to confuse them, and then keep everything at the level of physical desire.

For Seeing Natasha, this couldn't be called a very pleasant experience, because she could always read a deeper desire from their eyes that had already burned their passion to the end. Sometimes she would really feel angry and desperate—"Why can't you be more superficial?!"

Seeing Natasha regained her senses slightly, and thought of the case and the current situation again. She suddenly realized that Pamela Isley and she were the same kind of person—they didn't love themselves the most, nor did they love others the most, but loved an abstract, untouchable thing; perhaps it would be protecting plants?

Although she didn't know how this concept was formed, Seeing Natasha respected people with faith. And the difference between her and Poison Ivy was: her ideal had become a tombstone, but Poison Ivy was in the midst of fanaticism.

In the era of her own fanaticism, she didn't just kill one person for her ideal. Then it was completely reasonable for Poison Ivy to do these things. And considering her faith was relatively extreme, wanting to announce it to the world through killing to prevent possible plant damage cases was also normal. So where exactly did the problem lie?

Seeing Natasha stared at Poison Ivy's face. Just when her gaze shifted to Poison Ivy's red hair tips, she suddenly widened her eyes.

"Red hair..." Seeing Natasha spat out a word, "Red hair!"

Why was it red hair? Seeing Natasha finally caught that fleeting fragment of inspiration. Why were they all red-haired?!

She herself was red-haired, Lena Luthor was red-haired, Barbara Gordon was red-haired, Mnemosyne was red-haired, and Poison Ivy Pamela Isley was also red-haired.

Why were all the female characters participating in this case red-haired?

You know, America was still dominated by brown and black hair, and blonde and red hair were equally rare. Red hair probably only accounted for about 2% of the total population, mostly from early European immigrants, the Celts or their mixed blood. And mixed-blood red hair wouldn't be that obvious, mostly reddish-brown.

And these few red-haired women currently participating in the case all had quite pure red hair: her own hair was originally red, and after genetic modification, it was slightly purple; many people would think she dyed her hair, but actually it wasn't; Barbara Gordon and Lena Luthor were standard Celtic red hair; Mnemosyne had orange-red hair that was lighter in color; Poison Ivy's hair also looked very much like it was dyed, because it was a very bright, pure red.

Seeing Natasha felt she was about to grasp the key, but a very important link was missing, that is, what was special about red hair?

Except for red hair, they had almost no common points—whether it was age, background, personality, or current state, it could simply be said to be completely different. What on earth was going on?

Seeing Natasha looked at Schiller in the communication directory. She wanted to tell Schiller about this discovery, but felt it was a bit absurd. After all, having the same hair color wasn't a big deal worth noting; perhaps her reasoning was completely wrong.

Seeing Natasha canceled the message she had already edited. She thought, Schiller should be very busy now, definitely wouldn't have time to chat with her, so it was better not to disturb him at this time. ===== CHAPTER 3861 =====