Thriller Paradise

Bar, bar in the east.

Under the dim light, the smog is lingering, and a group of men and women who are drunk and dreaming are here to have fun.

The sound here may be a bit of a problem, and the noisy vocals almost overwhelmed the music; in a sense, this is also a good thing, because the bad musical taste of the bar owner is hard to compliment.

And the smell here is more unpleasant than the street...

The vomit residue and other cockroaches on the floor have never been cleaned, a bottle of fake wine has gone from the throat of the male guests, and then the disgusting wine is from every pore in the guys. Then spread it out.

As for the female guests...or some of the women who “work” here, the inferior perfume mixed with body odor is another disgusting experience.

In such an environment, a man in a purple long suit and incomprehensible around him sat quietly at the bar.

With an ancient elegance, he refused to blend into the low-lying atmosphere of his surroundings. His eyes were quiet and sharp, as if he could tear all the tangible or invisible turbidity that was blocking his eyes.

He asked himself for a cup of tonin_ater and watched the bartender pour this very ordinary drink from the jar into the cup and push it in front of him.

This pouring process has tripled the price of this drink.

Of course, no one will disagree with this; just like those who have breakfast in the lobby of a super five-star hotel, they use five times the price to drink orange juice that they can buy in the supermarket, but they Did not feel that this is worth nothing.

This society has always operated in this way. Money is only a measure of people's desires and abilities. As long as the parties themselves feel that the "cost" and "income" are equal, there is no such thing as "waste."

"Your clothes are very interesting. Did your wife do it for you?" When I took the drink, I looked at the bartender with a calm look, "I asked casually."

This is actually a question that I know and ask. From the stitches and sewing techniques of the suit, I can see that it is not from the hands of professional tailors, but the people who make clothes still rely on the enthusiasm and care that cannot be bought with money. This set of clothes is the best.

"Yes...Yes...Sir." The bartender was a little stuttering, and his expression and tone were somewhat different from those of ordinary people. It seemed to have some mental retardation.

“She likes green?” He asked, then.

"No... yes... because... old... the boss asked me to wear it at work... this." The bartender replied.

Listening to him is simply a crime, anyone will think so.

"Oh~" Feng did not feel nodded, paused, and again, "So... is the ‘guess bartender’ on the old poster outside the bar?”

"No... at least... now it’s not..." The bartender replied. "A few years ago, the boss asked... let me go on stage... I tried to play a few games... but... but it didn't work well."

"ho~" I feel that my brother does not care very much, and maintains the feeling of "casual chat". "...I understand the meaning of the question marks now."

The "question mark" he refers to is a black question mark figure sewn on the other green suit.

"Right." After a few seconds, I couldn’t help but say, "Can you give me a riddle now?"

The bartender’s face showed a bit of dissatisfaction. From now on, he felt that the man in front of him was deliberately ridiculing himself: “I think... no, sir.” He aggravated his tone and showed his unhappiness. mood.

"Hey~ Don't be angry with buddies." I didn't feel the situation changed, but I adjusted my attitude. In a second, he changed his expression and browed. "I didn't make fun of you, you 瞧...I am coming to this bar for the first time...so I want to talk to the bartender a few words, and if I offend you, I apologize."

As he spoke, he took out a small denomination of banknotes from his jacket pocket and pressed it under his fingers and slowly pushed toward the other side.

"Ok……"

Under the dual effect of the language and action, the attitude of the bartender has changed a lot... I saw him quickly looking to the left and right, pretending to wipe the bar with the hand of the rag, and then put the money into his own hands. .

"...well, what do you want to talk about?"

Unexpectedly, without spending too much cost, he opened the other party’s words.

Consistent with his guess, this bartender is the ridiculous ridiculous person who is one of the smartest people in the dc universe.

However, in this play, he is just Edward Nigma, an ordinary bartender; on a few short weekends, he performed in the bar of this Eastern District with the name of “guess bartender”. Field, but because of his stuttering, he almost ended up in humiliation and snoring at the end of each performance.

After Jue Ge handed out the second banknote with a slightly larger denomination, Edward said more... According to him, he used to be a smart person, even smart enough to hate, he had a decent The work, the high income... But these are all gone away with a terrible disease.

A few years ago, Edward suddenly caught a rare bacterial meningitis. I was lucky or unfortunate. The disease did not take his life, but it affected some of his left brain function; although this sequelae did not As for making him an "idiot", but it has irreversibly destroyed his logical thinking, especially the language-related functions.

Strange things... Although his logic analysis skills have become worse than the average person, his reaction and thinking ability is still at the top level only when he encounters problems related to riddles.

............

When I walked out of the bar, the night was a bit deeper.

When I first came to the street, I felt that I felt the same thing.

As a person who is extremely savvy in the field of anti-tracking, it is almost intuitive to know when he is being monitored.

In addition... the person who is looking at him, after all, is just a little punk, and he is very amateur in his actions; he only made a few turning actions, and he clearly tested the other's purpose.

At this point, the unsuccessful task progress has become 6/10; and then the whereabouts of the four super villains are explored, he can complete the hidden task.

He is looking forward to encountering several violent gangs in the Eastern District and finding a few people from the gang who should have become super-reverses... This is naturally the reason why he was angered by the bald head.

Therefore, I felt that I did not get rid of the meaning of the stalker. He pretended not to know anything, and silently walked toward the dark alley.

After more than ten minutes, he could be sure by hearing.... He was basically surrounded. At this time, he accelerated his pace and put up a posture of “just discovered that he was tracked” and rushed into a dead end all the way. .

Then, a familiar face appeared, the bald head that was recently stunned by the brothers, with about a dozen guys who looked like they were dressed like a good guy, and blocked them in an alley.

"Oh... who is this?" The bald head smugly came forward, and he saw that his brother’s eyes were like watching a small animal forced into a desperate situation.

"Your memory is very bad..." The expression of the unconscious is very calm, and the lethality of his words is even more difficult for the other party to reach. "...I am not giving you an egg more than an hour ago." Do you want to be a man you can't afford? So forget about it so soon, are you mentally problematic?"

When the words were exported, there were a few gangsters around the bald head, and they were amused, but they didn’t laugh out loud. They could only endure the smiles and not let go of the face, or make the kind of "cash" strange sound. Then cough to cover up.

The bald head was trembled with anger, and the blood of the whole person rushed to the head, which made him squint above the neck and red.

"I want to kill you!" said the bald head, and took a spring knife from the pocket behind the trousers. "Slaughter you! Did you hear it? Unloading you eight!"

"Before you start, I still have some doubts, I hope you can answer..." I didn't feel threatened at all. He kept on taking care of nothing, "...what are you onions? And... ...what gangs or organizations do you belong to? Are you just just getting together?"

He is deeply aware of the communication mode of "seeing people and talking about ghosts and saying ghosts". He knows very well... In the field of crime, except for a few heretics, the more people at the bottom, the more they want their reputation. It is widely known, and the more people in the upper class, the more they want to be low-key.

Therefore, in the face of these mobs, he chose this wording.

"How? You are also on the road?" The bald head was hooked up. "I want to scare me with the name of your boss or gang? Oh... don't dream!" He sang, "You want me." Name? Yes... I will engrave my name on your body, Mr. Zas (mister_zsasz)! I think the police coroner will like it... Oh, of course, they have to divide you into dozens. The corpse of the block is sewed together to see my name!"

"Ha?" The words, the unconscious feelings are indeed changing, his heart secretly said, "This goods is Zas?" He quickly looked at each other from head to toe, "Well... look at the appearance and The style is a bit like, but I know that Zas should be engraved with knife marks (set Zas is a cold serial killer, his characteristic is that every person who kills a knife on his body, and then perennial Standing upside down to show the dense knife marks), not tattoos..."

"Sounds... Are you quite experienced in killing a corpse?" I didn't think about it for too long, and I quickly continued to talk.

"That's okay with you, kid..." But Zas didn't seem to be ready to say anything more. He waved his hands to the accomplices around him, indicating that everyone was going together, and he himself came with a knife.

It can be seen that after being stunned by the brother, Zas became cautious.

Unfortunately, this does not help.

One minute... This is the time it takes to put down all the mixes, including Zas.

I don’t even use skills and equipment... After a few simple strokes, the “zero-day calculus” collected enough data. Then, I’m not afraid to rely on the most basic body skills to fight these people. It is.

After all, in the hand-to-hand combat, in the face of an opponent whose physical quality is higher than the normal number of times and can predict all the actions of the enemy, even if Zas calls another hundred people, it will not help.

"Well, the time for the exercise will stop here. Now we are in the question time." After confirming that the dozens of people could not stand up in a short time, they would come to Zas and rush to the face. The mob of the land, "Mr. Zas, please answer my question. Have you ever killed someone before?"

"噗" Zas did not answer, but rushed to the condescending sensation of the **** spit.

Unexpectedly, I flashed through the blood and walked past Zas with a light pace: "Ah... it seems that Mr. Zas refuses to cooperate." He glanced at the other people on the ground and took the lead. “Is there anyone else who can answer me?”

No one responded to him...

"Well... this way..." He said, his hand reached into his pocket and took out [Bell's daily knife]. "Then I can only take some measures..." He turned back to Zas's side. And suddenly leaned over and grabbed Zas's right foot.

"Hey... what do you want? Bastard!" Zas gasped and screamed, but he couldn't get up or get rid of each other's restraint.

“I once consulted a friend who was a doctor, how can I have a permanent trauma to the Achilles?” I stopped in a very relaxed tone. “...but I have never had a chance to live. Experimenting on the body seems to be a good opportunity today."

As he said, he had taken off Zas’s shoes.

"Of course, as a rigorous person, I can't build my own intimidation on this experiment that may not be successful." After stopping for two seconds, I felt like a brother. "I also know that it is safe and inevitable. The practice of creating a lifelong obstacle to a person's ability to walk...that is, cutting off all his toes and a part of the heel..." He shrugged, using a fanatical look and Zas's four eyes, "for the sake of safety." I will take a two-pronged approach."

"Okay! I said... you want to know what I tell you all!" Zas saw it, as if he was a confession, and he intended to answer the question of the brother.

"No, you have no chance." Unexpectedly, he did not care about him, and he took the knife with a very fast speed...

The sharp blade of the legendary weapon swiftly crossed the foot of Zas, his Achilles tendon was instantly split, and his five toes and a large heel were also detached from his feet in the blink of an eye...

Because the knife is fast, there is some delay in the pain... When Zas was horrified and ready to scream, he didn’t feel a step forward, and he pulled his leg at the head of the bald head and kicked him off. past.

"Oh... Hahahaha..." Then, I felt a strange smile and I once again scanned the gangsters on the ground.

At the moment... the faces of those people, without exception, revealed the expression he expected.

............

Late, 8:50.

Unconsciously left the Eastern District with a 7/10 hidden mission.

His luck was good. At this point in time, he even easily recruited a taxi in such a place as the Eastern District.

Now, he is going to go to a twin building in downtown Gotham, which is the opposite of the East End. (Note: This landmark was mentioned many times in comics such as "Batman - Dark Knight Return", but after the 9/11 comics and derivatives There are fewer in the works).

In the previous interrogation of the group of gangsters, I felt that there was no knife mark on Zas... The truth is very simple. There is actually a knife mark on his body, but only one.

It turned out that in this universe, this super villain, which should have been a "serial killer", killed only one person, and then he was caught by Batman... and, at the request of Batman, the goods were shut down. Entered the prison with the highest security level and was held incommunicado.

Therefore, in the comics, Zas, who is able to escape from prison, and who is very easy to escape, has arrived here for a full period of more than ten years. Finally, he relied on "good performance" before he was released on parole. .

Of course, his "good" performance... was undoubtedly confirmed after he was unable to leave by jailbreak; he was mixed into the Eastern District and pulled up a team immediately after he was released from prison. Still the Zas.

This is also why, in that alley, when Zas "recognized", he did not feel the opportunity to speak to him.

Jue knows... The IQ of this character is not low. He is only underestimated by his ability to be an "outside traveler". He will be subject to people. If Zass is talking at that time, the guy will lie in all likelihood. This will in turn interfere with the completion of the mission.

"Speak up... Zas and the killer crocodile have a significant commonality. They all belong to the kind of 'can't stop their blackening'." Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, I still think about the script. In the various clues, he whispered softly to himself. "The killer crocodile is for physiological reasons, and there is no way; and Zas is the kind of person who has been set to be 'naturally evil'... In a comfortable and normal family environment, when he grows up, he still becomes a cold-blooded murderer, and there is no sudden incentive."

"Accordingly, since it is such a villain... It should be the same as the killer crocodile.

"But why... The killer crocodile is dead, but Zas is still alive?

"Because he is just a 'second-line villain', after the knife is removed, the person is relatively pale, and even the loud villain nickname is not... So it would not be a big problem to keep him?

"Anyway, once he has any action, he can go to get him at any time and return it to prison...

"You... is that what you think?"

In his words, when it comes to the last few sentences, the voice is getting higher.

The soft voice of himself gradually became the tone of conversation.

In the taxi environment, obviously only one person can be the object of the conversation, that is, the driver in the driver's seat...