Chapter 1155 Professor (Twenty-Seven) (Patreon)

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When Schiller saw the car chasing the Batmobile, he already knew who was in that car.

Because that car was one of the two cars that had chased him and driven around the ring road for a few hours.

Sure enough, the one who crawled out of the overturned car was Zsasz, his face wrapped in bandages.

The car explosion had almost killed him, leaving him covered in soot. Luckily, the hardness of Angel's wings that crashed into the car protected him from most of the explosion's impact, or else he would have already died.

However, the bloodstains on the bandages were not fresh, and in the places where the bandages were burned and peeled off, there were very fresh, completely unhealed knife wounds.

Everyone knows that plastic surgery can only be done once in a lifetime, and the direction of the facial muscles in humans is extremely complex. To change one part, you have to change everything, and to make yourself a little more beautiful, you have to pay a huge price, let alone to transform into another person.

After escaping from Dick's school, the first thing Zsasz did was not to take revenge, but to hurry to maintain his own body.

His prosthetic limbs were originally fixed to his legs using bone connection, and the fall from the building had caused a lot of problems with his bones, so he had to protect his legs first to prevent himself from becoming bedridden.

After replacing a new prosthetic limb, Zsasz still could not move immediately because he had to maintain his face.

When he fell from the building, he happened to hit his chin, causing the filler in his jaw to be crooked, and he had to adjust the position.

At this time, Bruce was called to the police station, and the awakened Dick had regained some consciousness and told Tim and Jason about his experience.

"You mean you were branded with a pair of pig ears with the letter V?" Tim narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and asked Dick, "Was it the left ear or the right ear that was branded?"

Lying on the bed, Dick thought for a moment and said, "It was the left ear."

"Veratti," Tim immediately said, a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. He said, "That fake driver Veratti, when he was working in my family's Manor, I found that he had a problem with the hearing in one of his ears, probably couldn't hear."

"After discovering this, I paid close attention to his ears, and I found a strange tattoo behind the ear that was hidden under his hair, which should be a word starting with V."

Jason and Dick both looked at him, and Tim immediately stood up and said, "Great, he dared to attack me, he's done for!"

He then turned and walked out, with Jason following behind him, asking, "Where are you going?"

"Of course, to take revenge," Tim replied.

"But where are you going to find him?" Jason asked again.

"Aren't the clues obvious?" Tim said as he walked down the stairs, quickly analyzing.

"Veratti infiltrated the Drake Manor, using my father's driver identity to cover his actions, appearing to be a Drake Family driver on the surface, but secretly manufacturing those terrible dolls in his base."

"To gain the trust of the Drake Family, he staged an accident to solidify his identity, and then arranged for his own doll to attack himself, wanting to attract me and Batman as eyewitnesses to testify for him."

"But after being exposed by me, he lost his social identity and could only hide in his base, and he might have also encountered other setbacks, making it impossible for him to properly manufacture his dolls."

"How did you figure it out?" Jason asked.

"Didn't you notice? Last night, Alfred was handling something in the garden, and I saw his actions from the window, so during the day, I pretended to play with Aisha and dug up that patch of soil..."

Jason's eyes widened, and he quickened his pace to walk alongside Tim, looking at him in surprise and saying, "You're playing double agent with Alfred? You're suicidal?"

But then he realized he might have said too much. Tim glanced at him and said, "The first time I met Alfred, I knew he wasn't ordinary, either a spy or an agent, and Batman must also know this."

"The butler can access almost all of the master's secrets, and since Batman doesn't mind, it means Alfred is not dangerous. I acknowledge that there is an element of gambling, but I'm confident in my deduction."

Jason shook his head. Even from the perspective of a Gotham children's king, Tim's actions were a bit too risky.

"On the night I was attacked, I carefully observed the doll, and after digging up the ground, I also saw them. I found that these two dolls had very obvious differences."

"The doll that attacked me used very fresh limbs." Hearing the adjectives he used, Jason couldn't help but shudder. He looked at Tim, but Tim's eyes were filled with nothing but rationality and calmness.

Seeing Jason's expression, Tim added, "Okay, I shouldn't have used those words, but the fact is, the victims used to make up the dolls must have just died."

"But the doll that Alfred buried in the garden was too decayed, almost to the point of being unusable. If I were him, I wouldn't use those rotten things unless I was driven to the extreme."

Jason took a deep breath and said to Tim, "I suggest you go see a psychologist, really."

Tim shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I've been like this since I was little, but my parents told me to try to act normal."

"But this time, he attacked first." Tim bared his teeth and said, "While he's sick, I'll go for his life. Let's go now!"

Jason thought about what he had just said for a moment and then spoke up, "If his base might have problems, it means he needs a new base, and to make the dolls, he must have a large amount of material. He must be staying in a place with a lot of people, where the security can't be too tight and the missing persons won't be taken seriously... That can only be the East District."

"The buildings in the East District are gradually undergoing renovation, focusing on the living area, and the third phase of the project is about to radiate to the pier. The rest of the area has also been finely divided by Wayne Group's security zones, leaving him with very few choices."

"Tim went along with his words.

"There are three locations that are most likely, we can check them one by one, while he hasn't fully settled in yet, and the puppets in his hands have completely decayed, without any fighting power, we can get back everything he did to Dick and me."

Jason held him back, Tim thought Jason was going to stop him, but to his surprise, Jason said, "Since we're going to do it, let's do it properly. We don't need to go check ourselves, those street urchins won't miss any suspicious figures, I'll call the children kings in the East District."

Jason stood in front of the telephone and made several calls, and in no time, he got several important clues that helped him and Tim confirm the location of the so-called V.

Originally, it was only the two of them going, but Dick was completely worried, he also wanted to go with them, and more importantly, they must take Aisha with them.

Dick, who had the longest interaction with Aisha, was the most clear about this little girl's fighting prowess. With Aisha, they didn't even need to bring guns. After finding the culprit, just lock the door and let Aisha in, it would only take two minutes, and the world would be quiet.

As Bruce's adopted son, Dick's fingerprint could open the Batmobile, the four children got in the Batmobile and left home, and as they turned their heads, Alfred called Batman.

There's nothing much to say about what happened next, Tim's speculation was almost completely correct, they found V's trace in an old house on the edge of the East District.

And the only surprise was that Zsasz was also there.

At the time, Zsasz was lying on the operating table, and the one performing plastic surgery on him was this mysterious V.

At that time, the three older children were planning to formulate an attack plan, but Aisha was no longer the confused monster she used to be.

Although Aisha's vocabulary still made people anxious, she usually only screamed loudly, but she actually had the wisdom appropriate for her age.

She also understood that the culprit who had harmed Dick was in this house, so as soon as the car stopped, Aisha rushed out of Dick's arms and crashed through the window, crashing into the operating table.

At the time, Zsasz was cutting his face, and Aisha's impact caused the scalpel to slice off a chunk of his chin.

The scalpel cut from bottom to top, deeply wounding his face and even damaging his eyeball. It's likely that in the future, not only will he not have an attractive dimpled chin, but he will also be left with a scar on his face, and possibly even blindness in one eye.

Zsasz absolutely could not accept this result, he was jealous of Bruce in every way, including his handsomeness, and the thought of becoming a disfigured ugly monster in the future made Zsasz explode on the spot.

He grabbed his own gun and started shooting wildly in the room, but Aisha's movements were extremely fast, not only did she not get hit by Zsasz, but she also shot the V who was operating on him.

Aisha knew it wasn't good, so she immediately fled the room and jumped back into the car. Tim, Jason, and Dick had no idea what was going on, and the enraged Zsasz chased after them in his own car, and Batman, who had received the news, also arrived at the scene immediately.

And so, a chase battle began.

Tim was the only one of the children who knew how to drive, and the route he was most familiar with was the commercial street of Gotham Prosperity, because as a child from a wealthy family, he often came here to shop, and when being pursued, he immediately thought of driving here, because he was most familiar with the road conditions.

And the result was that the various parties collided, and Harley's half a street exploded on the spot, and Schiller's brand new bookstore also became a pile of ruins.

When Schiller walked back to the center of his bookstore, he sighed lightly, and when Batman walked in, he saw Schiller give him a helpless smile.

"...You know, this was actually a test." Schiller looked up at Batman and said, "In this upgrade, I have almost all the emotions of an ordinary person, happiness, sadness, and moved, but there is only one emotion that I lack - genuine anger."

"You've said before that people like us who pretend to be ordinary people always overdo it, only being gentle, kind, and understanding, and anger is the most important step in transforming the pretense into reality."

"Pride said that this emotion can only be learned in Gotham, because every day, all kinds of infuriating things happen here."

As Schiller said this, his smile gradually disappeared, and he frowned, pulling the corners of his mouth down, revealing an angry expression that Batman had never seen on Schiller's face before.

But the angry expression soon disappeared, and Schiller's expression became somewhat dazed, and Batman suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The test is over, and I also need to go back to adjust this new emotion, so that it can be well integrated into my personality... Alright, Batman, prepare to meet your Professor."

Batman slowly widened his eyes, he looked around the surroundings, seeing the dust on Schiller's coat, the cotton fluff that came from who knows where on his hair, the scattered books of all kinds, and the howling cries outside.

He also thought about his back-and-forth behavior between the physics and psychology departments, the Serial Killer who splattered Schiller with blood, the decayed pig's ear delivered to Schiller's mailbox, and the academic plagiarism case.

Outside the bookstore, Clark, who was interrogating Angel, saw Batman rushing out of the bookstore in a hurry.

On the road, Batman first picked up Aisha and put her on his shoulder, then grabbed Dick with his left hand and Tim with his right, shouting for Jason, and in a motion like an assembly line worker at a canned food factory, he stuffed all the children into the Batmobile.

Clark asked in confusion, "Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

A black car sped away into the sunset of Gotham, leaving Batman's heartfelt response:

"...I have to go write a thesis!"

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