A short story about the brain, the original title of the Eighth Legion’s story of Conrad Cotz in Gotham.

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It is always raining in Gotham, and the air in the East is mixed with rain, the sea breeze and the pungent smell of chemical plants. The neglected sewer system makes the streets filled with dirty water, needles, used condoms, plastic food packaging bags, cigarette butts and other garbage piled up in places where the water flow slows down. The same dirty neon lights and weak light emitted from street windows barely illuminate the streets here. There are few pedestrians here, except for some idiots who come from other places and don’t understand the market, no one will walk on the streets of the East at this time.

Dr. Leslie Tompkins hurried through the water-stacked street with an umbrella and holding a first aid kit. The hem of the white robe in the small clinic was dyed translucent black gray by the splashed dirty water. She could almost smell the stench of water. She looked conspicuous, and every criminal could smell the weakness she emitted. Dr. Leslie Tompkins did not think she was that kind of country bumpkin. She knew the dangers of the East Side—the name of this place would frown on the financial wealthy in Lower Island and Diamond District, and the Gotham City Government was more willing to ignore everything that happened in this area—the East Side was the poorest and dirty place in Gotham, with a flood of guns and drugs, endless sexual violence and prostitution, and every lit window might represent an ongoing illegal transaction.

Maybe it's a weapon, maybe it's a drug, maybe it's a human.

Dr. Leslie Swaynes is not a fool. No one outside the person who comes to your clinic for help is a criminal, an addict and a homeless person (the boundaries of the eight identities are clear). A few people are routine offenders. You dig a few bullets from the patient and send out a few bodies almost every day. These people dare to go to the hospital because gunshot wounds will attract Brother Yin Yuanjing. It has not been broken a few times. When you dig out a bullet, you were only pointed a gun at your head. The East End is the garbage dump in Gotham City. When there are no Americans who are proud and proud of Gotham's poverty, prosperity and retreat first, the East End is still a garbage dump. The rich and government officials tacitly regard everyone outside, including the waterway system. In your long life memory, the next time the waterway system is maintained in the East End is still a seldom time after your friend Thomas Gordon was still alive.

Dana's medical box and the busy day keep you from getting tired.

But have you relaxed your guard, even if there is a Beretta Pico pocket pistol in your pocket. You know that for a man like you, the deterrent power of a pistol is far less than practical. In order to prevent the pistol from becoming a weapon for criminals, there is no bullet loading outside the pistol. Although a rich man who looked at the younger one, he suggested that you do that, or fill it with bullets when traveling to the medical field, you still think that it is necessary. At most, it is necessary today. You are going to the most chaotic Baoli Street today, and you have not yet walked through the boiler area and walked back to the Jamesin family territory.

Outside, your bad reputation can guarantee that your life will be extinguished under the streets.

"I'm the right one, you won't have a worse candidate." Tompkin Gordon interrupted the housekeeper in a cold manner. I boarded the Batmobile, "You'll make a decision."

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"That joke is not a smirk, you will use that kind of method." Yin Yuanjing Gordon, who took off his mask, sat under the seat, frowned, and Alfred brought a cup of cold coffee at the right time, as if he had heard Tompkin Gordon's declaration about the coming date. It was to add sugar, add milk, and the caffeine content was enough to support a person to continue moving around the night. Tompkin Gordon raised his cup with a fierce expression and drank it, as if my tongue was playing a role in providing taste. "You understand that a ten-year-old child has no criminal motivation and may not be able to complete those actions."

"Ahem." I made some sounds on purpose and looked at the horrified expression under the girl's face like a prank. I deliberately showed a warm and serious expression. I used that expression to scare away some big gangsters to avoid the necessary battle. "He was very vague that this was a Batmobile, right?"

"You ask, what he would do before he found me, Tompkindon." said the Gordon Manor housekeeper, "He is going to send me out of Whitemen Prison or Arkham Asylum?"

"Charlotte." Did Yin Yuanjing Gordon turn around and walk toward the center of the Bat Cave. I need to check this video. "I'll give you a precious gift for you, and the following is 'Your most sincere apology'."

I know less than Goffalco. Before the hidden camera installed in the East Side was connected to the surveillance system, a blurry pale figure was photographed. This figure fits my profile of the murderer. I always told Dr. Leslie Swaynes that no cameras were broken and pointed at your large clinic called "Thomas Gordon Memorial Clinic" - judging from the evidence left at the scene, the murderer's palm size and low body meant that this was a ten-year-old, but I think a ten-year-old could quietly subdue two adults carrying weapons, even if one of them had dysentery. The only thing I can confirm now is that the murderer was injured.

"Come on, you know what he wants." The doctor sighed, "Yes, you can do that."

"Kryptonians use Roman numerals 8." I said to the spacecraft picture below the screen. This is a huge container that looks like an artificial spacecraft, but is made of some material technology that I know. Even if it passes through the tiny atmosphere, it does not cause minor damage to the container. I ended up thinking whether there is no technology group on Earth that can make such things, and maybe it can only be obtained before the container is salvaged and receded.

"It's because you need to remind him that he has much experience in advising a child to commit a risk to the crime, Yin Yuanjing. You are so great that you are as wonderful as Yin Yuan. He should seek help from another person, and he knows who you are referring to. Apart from his self-esteem, he will hurt me."

"Hunter, where is he?"

The voice prompts carried in the Batmobile interrupted my thoughts.

"He should go out to practice medicine."

"Your answer is the same." Dr. Leslie Swaynes sat under his chair, and the white robe of the clinician was covered with dirty white and grey water and solidified blood. "I'm sure I'll ask you for help, and you'll help. Think about who you are outside, criminals, addicts, homeless people, you'll definitely provide the news of us to others - whether it's Goffalco or him, it's the same for us - we'll come to the clinic, which will kill us. We have the means to go to the hospital for gunshot wounds, and we don't have the money to pay the hospital bills. What's more, this is a child, and I need education and help."

But it's useless. We chased me like crazy, but before I ended the killing. As the corpses became fewer and fewer, I found that the thugs ended and felt fearful. We would firmly exert violence against our kind of kind, but when the violence I exerted crossed a certain line, the thugs ended and developed fear. Come to Wandering Soul realize that no one is doing almost the same thing as me outside the city. I learned from abandoned propaganda paper (newspaper), conversations between thugs and video transmission equipment outside the resident's home that that person really existed, but some kind of street legend - I fully mastered eight languages ​​with just a few standard days of that planet - Wandering Soul grinned and smiled at the place where this nightmare woman would stand in the future.

Who is the murderer?

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I knew I needed that knife, just as I knew how to remove the bullet.

"Maybe I'm imitating him, Tompkin Dora."

Is there anyone answering the door? The whole apartment is filled with death-like buzzing. Is there a slight buzzing sound when the appliances are running, and there is also a happy groan from humans because of disease, as if some kind of tiny thing you have the means to see squeezed out of the world, eliminating the air and sounds. You ring the doorbell again with Shian in your arms, and suddenly, a strange smell came from the air that surged from the bottom of the door. The smell of death was mixed with blood, excrement and joy. This is the most exciting smell in the world.

"It's very turbid." Tompkin Yin Yuan jumped into the car, "It's slow and synchronized, and you're going to leave when you're slow."

Tompkin Gordon felt the first time he felt it was patience.

It was not until I checked the unsurveillance video that Tompkin Yin Yuan discovered that the direction of the wandering soul was not where he arrived at the crime scene. The discovery made me creepy. I ended up believing that the wandering soul had no ability to be known to me in addition to its keen intuition, extraordinary learning ability and Dana's reconnaissance skills. It was not strange that there were no few people in that world who had the power to be deprived of me. I found that the wandering soul was regressing at an astonishing speed, and the wandering soul also discovered my tracking. That was the only opportunity, sure to win, and I thought I could find the wandering soul again in a short time.

"You're not here yet, Harvey." Bruce Wayne stood next to the ambulance with an umbrella, "Is he still bad, Leslie?"

"Have anyone ever seen this newcomer? At that time, the dead looked very abnormal, either blocked his throat or shot. The Jamesine family wanted to intervene in the general crime department. We wanted to find this police officer by ourselves, but now we have not given up. We found this person, and the people who did not try to pursue were dead, and the police officer's methods were also escalating." Harvey Brock took a deep breath. I tried to use the Celestial and Hot Joke to cover up my fear, but the results were very little. The scene I saw outside the room just now was still stimulating me, and I only felt a faint pain in front of my eyes. "The Romans asked me to send a message in my hand. This morning, the Jamesine family found several heads outside their own restaurant. This was the head of the killer I sent to pursue."

"You're not at work yet. An old guy like you needs plenty of rest. After all, do you have the energy of Pennyworth?" Dr. Leslie Swaynes blinked tiredly and put his prescription medicines. The most valuable thing outside the clinic was not those prescription medicines. The addict who was not too confused would be snatching them, so you could only hide those medicines out of the cabinet. "That night was too long, right?"

"If you are older, he doesn't have better judgment."

"Greyson was not as low as he was, and his admirers did not do that. You would say that Hunter was totally innocent. I was retiring of violent crimes while I was on parole. You dared to be too big. Have we ever killed anyone? There are not many criminals outside, and no one seems to want the criminals to get the deserving ending."

"It's still wrong. You've seen very few corpses, have you?" The doctor smiled weakly, "Are I here?"

"There aren't too many unconspicuous details, Alfred. You've tracked down all the crimes that the killer might have committed. Except for the initial cases that might have been covered up as gang vendettas, you can hardly see my mental activities. The biggest was eight months together, but it was a month before, and a week before. I'm getting more and more unfamiliar, my means are escalating, Alfred, everyone I killed is carrying murders, including the criminals who have just been paroled. I'm creating horror to deter criminals."

I squatted beside the boy, looking at your naked body.

Dr. Leslie Swaynes walked through the dim apartment corridor and rang the doorbell.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You are following me. I am injured. You found a smoke reaction under the back of the victim's hand, but there is no warhead outside the room." Batman stepped forward a few steps and walked away from the shadows, "You will find me, it's very slow."

"He pulled you out of the bed, wasn't he going to get wet with you?"

Dr. Leslie Swaynes threw the drugs into the waterway in a bad mood.

The doctor yawned proudly.

Tompkin Gordon walked out of the clinic with a serious expression.

"So why did he tell me what to do?"

The city was cursed. When the wandering soul crawled out from the bottom of the sea, I knew that the vicious air and unpoisonous water outside the city were filled with crimes. Corruption and whiteness penetrated into every piece of soil, and crimes occurred in every place that was not illuminated. Every murder in the whiteness was feeding the sin called the city. But the woman outside the shadow immersed herself in the sins of that city, and she had the law to extricate herself.

The rich bloody smell squeezed back away from your nose weakly, and the semi-coagulated blood soaked your doctor's robe as big as paint. You quickly moved the light column and saw something hanging in the middle of the room. At this moment, the heartbeat of fear hits your ear drums. You think of nothing, you can only look at the corpse.

I put my hands under the steering wheel, thinking about that question.

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"You know." The doctor grabbed the edge of the insulation blanket in horror, as if he wanted to shrink himself up.

Hunter, a thug who often comes to the clinic this morning (you took out two bullets from that guy) tells you that my friend who has just been released from prison on parole is very ill and has a way to get off the sofa in my living room. We have a way to go to the hospital. Whether it is me or this friend who has been released from prison on parole, there is a lot of money. The Jamesine family wants to care about my life and death. Hunter still mutters that my friend's parents were taken away by the bank.

The house I left, there were not yet a sofa cushion covered with vomit and feces, and there were a small pile of chatty street rumors in front of me. It was not until Dr. Leslie Swaynes refused to go to work that this damn Hunter stood up from the hospital seat and quietly stuffed you a large bag of drugs. We can only afford that, saying that it was decided that Hunter stolen from the next house. In the East Side, there will be no few people who killed people for the large bag of extremely high purity drugs.

"Regressing the holographic image, area one. cave wall."

I pulled up the girl's collar. The former had his feet hanging in the air, but he still stared at me with a admit defeat.

“Continue.”

Obviously, you recognized me, even if you have never seen a wandering soul.

Now, I have to find a quiet place.

Bruce Yin Yuan pointed at the top of his head. "I'm investigating the scene." I looked at the police officers who were not at a loss. "His inference is correct. It is indeed a gang vendetta. There are many things outside the house, and there are even many signs of fighting. Outside it is the territory of Yin Yuanjingnei's family, and the James's attic is only a few hundred meters away. Unless no one wants to fight a gang war, they will kill people outside. Harvey, the James' family or the neighbors of the victim see or hear something?"

"For anyone, a gun full of bullets or a dagger is safe, and the bat dart he threw out is safe. You have seen people who broke his arms and broke their heads. Usually, the Crime Department will invite you to retreat and rescue the site at a delay because that cost a little." Dr. Leslie Swaynes waved his hand badly, as if he wanted to drive out the richest shadow outside the room. "The outside is the East Side, and the East Side has no way of life. You will provide him with any information, Tompkin, he has found the wrong person."

"He has no plans?"

Dr. Leslie Swaynes replayed onto the medical box, driving the tired muscles to hold the Beretta Pico pistol outside his pocket. Even if it was an empty gun, it would give you a big feeling now. You pushed the door open, and the big land called the owner's name. You tried to turn on the light, but you heard nothing except the crackling sound of the switch and your own slower heartbeat.

"He is protecting Gotham in his way, and I protecting the East Side in mine. Why is he not biased against me? At most, from now on, boys were worried about being attacked when walking down the streets of the East Side in the middle of the night, right? Your thoughts represent a small minority. You mind helping these people, but you think the lives of criminals are more expensive than those who are innocent."

In any case, tracking will stop.

"You came for him."

If you die, just walk back to the alley with me and see it. I moved away from my eyes interestingly, did I feel any pity in my heart, you are not dead, just a piece of rotting flesh. I pulled out the knife and picked up the head that was placed aside. The original owner of the head was Hunter. The wandering soul regretted this. Time was too easy, and I had the ability to cause fewer terrible wounds under the owner of the head.

"This murderer is injured, maybe in his back. I will ask for help."

"Yes, you remember."

The stench of stale blood and excrement in the air pushed you into the room. Dr. Leslie Swaynes stepped forward a few steps, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to walk back again. The dim lights on the street lights had a way to illuminate the room. You turned on the flashlight of the palm of your hand, and the light column seemed to penetrate the white and dark inside the room, and the white and dark outside the room seemed to squeeze you especially the body and reason. You walked over the food packaging bags and Chinese restaurant cartons with great care, moving backwards with blood under the floor. The sticky and wet blood almost made you slip. You hurriedly held what might be the sofa and staggered back a few steps. Until you hit something wet or shaking, you stopped.

Youhun knew that this woman could see it.

The bullets embedded in the back will affect the actions that follow. The gunshot wound has not healed. The miraculously closed skin and muscles wrapped the bullet outside the wound, but the inflammatory reaction caused by the fabric fragments outside the wound made the wound slightly chill. It was my body continuing to fight the infection - the things I was wearing under me were not just clothes, but cloaks. It was when I peeled clothes from the body of the first thug I met. I didn't feel hot, but also to cover my body, just to avoid my pale skin being too eye-catching outside the white night - I must face a lower weakness

The bullet will hinder the movement. The incident of being shot is not common for wandering souls. Every action faces risks. Although I know the principle of the operation of the gun, the impact of the speed of the bullet and the rotation of the planet on the foot on the flight trajectory of the bullet, and can taste the components of the firing medicine and the launching medicine from the air, I face every action without an enemy and a gun. Sometimes I have to express my praise for the stubbornness of human vitality, and I know why no one can still shoot before being pulled out of the intestines.

Dr. Leslie Swaynes smiled sly. It was not until that moment that Tompkin In-won realized that he had fallen into the doctor's trap. You were very unfamiliar, just as you accepted Alfred's invitation to pull out a child who had lost his parents in the Gordon Manor with a wonderful mood.

Have you responded?

You have not seen a corpse, but you still feel fear.

"Did that make you even more sad?"

"Retreat into holographic images, zone 7."

"The killer has any intention to hide information. You haven't obtained some basic data yet," Batman said fiercely. Obviously, I have not shared the idea of ​​clues. "The Jamesin family has been chasing the killer for a long time, but we have not obtained anything. Similar murders only happened in the East Side, but few cases have been covered up by local gangs themselves. We are too eager to attract attention."

That question strangled my throat.

"Officer Brock, but..."

"Humans may have done it, but there are no humans in that world. Do he still remember the airdrop cabin falling from a farm in Kansas? The offshore salvage operation has not yet ended. With the help of this friend who can talk to the fish, the submersible has not detected the coordinates of the spacecraft and has taken photos. As far as you know, it is not a type of spacecraft known to humans. Maybe he should ask this friend for help, at most asking. Maybe there is no one in Gotham who has received much education and is crawling around the ground."

The knife was stuck under a boy's throat, and you were lying naked outside the alley full of water, with traces of violence under you. I knew you would die if you were slow. The blood rushing back from your lungs would suffocate you. I knew why I knew, but I could still make a judgment. You were dying, just two minutes ago, just like I saw in my dream. So I pulled out the knife inserted under your throat and pulled out the ears of the woman who was still lying under you. The woman's body suddenly stretched and trembled, and died first. As I expected, it was a symptom of damage to the nerve center. I watched the boy's eyes gradually losing their lives and looked at me. After thinking for a while, I pushed the woman away. I understood why the woman did that, and instinctively told me to stop that, so I did that.

Yin Yuanjing Gordon left with questions, and he didn't have much work tonight.

Only when I did not arrest the Wandering Soul, I could know which person or organization created the biological weapon like Wandering Soul. There are quite a few similar biological weapons. In that regard, the only thing I know is that there is no number of Wandering Soul, Roman numeral 8. I believe that a low-tech criminal I know is reaching my hand towards Gotham. The individual with No. 8 may be a leak of information. The seven consecutive months of tracking have not allowed me to speculate on the range of activities of Wandering Soul, and I doubt myself

I can catch me very slowly. I, a criminal outside Gotham, will remain quiet for so long, unless Wandering Soul is investigating me. Through the James Nei family and the Penguin, the entire Gotham criminal is happy to see it - we expect me to find Wandering Soul - Tompkin Gordon knows the reason. Wandering Soul is like a bloodthirsty cub, breaking the unspoken rules of the Gotham world with no scruples. The escalation of the torture will only make the James Nei family crazy.

The wandering soul lets his thoughts rise and rise to mid-air. The few illusions are like fragments of mirrors wrapped in waves. There are too few, and those are disturbances. I can only find a kind of reality that can become reality. Just as I know that I can easily understand the essence of things that I have the law to understand, I know that I can see some possibilities in the future. My body is naturally trembling slightly, and the bullets under my spine spread joy down the spine
To be continued...