Chapter 1199 The Cry of the Lamb (XI)

Looking at Jonathan who was covered in blood but calmly carried into the ambulance, Gordon stood at the door of the police station and shook his head. When he turned his head and looked back, he found that Batman had disappeared at some point. , Gordon sighed and said to himself: Lan

"What's going on? Why are you so crazy all of a sudden?"

Gordon looked down at his hands. He had just helped Jonathan press the wound, and his hands were covered in blood. Even the cuffs and the edges of his shirt were stained with blood.

Gordon turned around and wanted to go back to the bathroom in the police station to wash his hands, but as soon as he stepped into the door, he found that the soles of his shoes were also stained. Every time he took a step forward, he would leave a bloody footprint.

Gordon felt that he should not cause unnecessary trouble to the cleaning lady, so he planned to rub the soles of his shoes on the carpet, but as soon as he stepped on the carpet, he found that the carpet was also stained Blood will only become dirtier the more you step on it.

Gordon held up his hands and looked around, and found that there were two extra newspapers on the shelf next to the umbrella. He leaned on the door frame with his elbow, took the newspaper with his other hand, and began to wipe his own Sole.

But as he wiped it, he seemed to remember something. He took two steps back, shook the blood-stained newspaper away, stared at the dense text on it and muttered to himself: "Full-width separator..."

Gordon stared at the newspaper for a long time, but he actually couldn't understand the difference between full-width symbols and half-width symbols. From the layout point of view, there was nothing unusual. Lan

Gordon understood that he was actually not good at verbal and graphical reasoning, and he had to find someone who was good at it.

In the dimly lit corridor of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Harley pushed the IV pole with one hand and held the prescription slip in the other. She looked down at the prescription while walking forward. As soon as she turned a corner, she met Mrs. Miller.

"Harry, why are you here? Come with me, Chief Gordon wants to see you." Mrs. Miller waved to Harley and said.

Harley raised her eyebrows and showed an impatient expression. She curled her lips, pushed the IV pole aside as if she was losing her temper, folded her arms and said, "Why is Gordon so troubled? He doesn't know Am I going crazy?"

Mrs. Miller hesitated, patted Harry's back gently and said, "If you feel too tired, I will push it off for you."

"What is he looking for me for?" Harley asked.

"It seems to be a case... or looking for clues or something. I can't understand what he is talking about, but it should be quite dangerous. If you don't want to go, I will help you refuse him." Mrs. Miller tilted her head and looked at it. Harley said. Lan

But Harley's eyes lit up. She took two quick steps to catch up with Mrs. Miller, and then said, "No, I'm not tired at all. Let's go there quickly!"

In the office on the first floor, Gordon frowned and looked at the newspapers and magazines spread out in front of him. Judging from his serious expression, he had not made any progress. After Harley came in, he immediately faced her He waved and said: "Come here quickly, Harley, help me take a look. What's wrong with the symbols in these articles?"

Harley walked over, half-kneeling on the ground and looking at the newspapers spread out on the ground. Before she could ask, Gordon briefly told her what had just happened at the police station.

Harley's eyes slowly widened, and she raised her voice and said, "You mean, Batman updated the password of the Serial Killers Club?? This is impossible!

! "

After saying that, she turned her gaze to the newspaper on the ground. Like a dragonfly dripping water, she guided her gaze with her fingers and began to search between the pages and contents of the newspaper. After a few minutes, Harley stood up and shook her head. He shook his head and said in an incredulous voice:

"They're really using new codes, full-width separators..."

"What on earth is going on?" Gordon asked very confused: "How does this club run? How did Batman get involved?" Lan

Harley glanced at him, opened her mouth, but closed it again, as if she didn't want to say anything. She paused hesitantly, but still said:

"Natural born killers have a characteristic that they are extra sensitive to bloody and violent information, which makes them excited, although they may not show it."

"At first, I noticed something unusual in the newspaper. It was also because Gotham Daily reported on a story about a vendor who was unfortunately run over by a truck. The person who wrote the report directly copied the crushed flesh and blood into a picture of Hu's body. , put it on the front page, I don’t think I can even see it.”

"The moment I saw this picture, my heart started beating violently, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I almost couldn't wait to open the newspaper and start reading the contents."

"There is nothing to say about this report. It is a complete accident. The writing style of the article is also very dry. It simply explains the cause and effect without any detailed description. This cannot satisfy my desire at all."

"Since then, I began to pay attention to the bloody murders in various newspapers, consciously or unconsciously, and every time I read the murderer's murder process written by some beautifully written writers, I seemed to be immersed in it."

"After reading this kind of reports too much, I discovered that some writers' writing skills are good, but for some reason, they don't seem to pay much attention to grammar. Some sentences are not written smoothly at all, and the symbols are also used wrongly."

"At that time, I was taking a grammar class, so I was extra sensitive about it... Okay, okay, I felt like I had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Something that was originally perfect suddenly had a stain, which made me feel so uncomfortable that I wanted to hit the wall."

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Harley pursed her lips tightly and turned the corners of her mouth downwards, showing a very unhappy expression. The muscles between her eyebrows and eyes were all wrinkled, as if she had eaten a fly.

Although Gordon does not specialize in serial killers like Angela, he has been a policeman in Gotham for so many years, so he is more experienced in this, so he nodded and said: "Indeed, I know many murderers. Crazy people have mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.”

"When I found errors in their grammar and symbols, I couldn't help but correct the correct grammar and symbols in my mind. Every time I did this, I developed a habit, but gradually I found that this was a bit wrong. These grammars Errors in ampersands are regular.”

Harley frowned tightly, stared at the newspaper on the ground and said, "After I discovered this, I began to study what patterns these symbols and grammatical errors have, and why there are patterns."

"Then I discovered the shocking fact that there was an organization I didn't know about that was using grammatical and symbolic errors in the text in various pages of newspapers and magazines to communicate."

Harley shook her head and said, "This is actually not difficult at all. The wrong way corresponds to a certain word in the sentence with the error, and by extracting the error-pointing words from all the sentences, you can form a sentence, and then use the sentence Arranging these sentences according to the number or position of grammatical errors can form an article. This is a simple word puzzle.

"And after I composed the article, I discovered that there is a world that ordinary people don't understand at all, hidden under the calm surface. It is the crazy world of murderers."

"Murderers use this method to write their own articles and describe their thoughts on writing, including what kind of theme they have established for their crimes and why they established such a theme."

"Wait a minute!" Gordon shouted. He looked at Harley in surprise and said, "What does this mean?"

Harley sighed. She thought about how to explain it, but finally decided to use examples to explain to ordinary Gordon how this crazy club works.

"For example, if a person performs a skinning operation, he peels off the victim's skin and performs some kind of treatment. He will first formulate a name for himself, and then determine the theme of the operation."

"For example, he may call himself a 'human skin hunter', and the theme of his composition is 'What is under the human skin?'"

"Of course, just one sentence of description is not enough. He must fully explain why he wants to do this theme." Lan

"Perhaps it is because he was abused as a child. A seemingly friendly relative or friend sexually assaulted him. It may also be because he went hunting when he was a child and saw animals that were skinned alive and struggling in pain."

"He must fully explain what made him interested in doing this research."

"Wait a minute, what you call academic research is actually murder?!" Gordon raised his voice. This kind of thing would be cruel enough even in Gotham.

But Harley didn't show any guilt. She nodded with a relaxed expression, and then said: "Then, they will write about their composition process. According to my observation, when I first discovered the existence of this club, , many murderers describe the pain of their victims and take pride in their methods of torturing others.”

“But later, an occultist code-named Professor published an article denouncing this superficial academic research, and wrote several papers that far exceeded other articles in terms of content, wording, grammar, innovation, etc., and elaborated on a completely The self-consistent logic shows unparalleled dark charm."

“These papers caused a sensation in the academic world. His profound philosophical thinking, well-founded closed-loop logic, and rigorous and beautiful wording simply elevated a chaotic third-rate circle to the heights of the academic world. "

"Since then, most of the murderers who have published articles have become more academic and restrained." Lan

"They no longer pursue victims of abuse, no longer focus on describing the pain of others, but begin to elaborate their own thoughts and opinions as rigorously as possible, showing their minds and souls to everyone, and telling their pain."

"If everyone in this world had to take a philosophy exam, then it would be easy to tell who is a fool. A person's view of the world and whether he can express this view clearly will explain a lot. , whether he is a smart man."

The way Harley spoke was unconventional for a child of this age, and her expressiveness shocked Gordon.

"After the academic atmosphere changed like this, those butchers with chaotic thinking, low taste, and boredom were ostracized by everyone, and all the murderers began to chase the professor's style."

"I still don't understand. What is this professor's style?" Gordon asked.

Harley showed some memories, with a hint of fanaticism on her face, as if she was fascinated by her own fantasy. She spoke in a slightly excited tone:

"Rather than paying attention to others, this professor prefers to analyze himself, which is why all serial killers are crazy about him. Through his words, he shows us how a sick soul can survive in this world. To survive, this is exactly the stimulus we need.”

"He made us discover that the pleasure we get from torturing others comes from our souls that cannot reconcile themselves, from the pathology that has been suppressed by us for many years. Everyone who understands and accepts this theory wants to know, How he coexists with his other self."

Harley sighed softly and said: "The recent carnival of serial killers is not an academic discussion at all, but the butchers who were expelled from the academic world thought they had won and celebrated for it."

"And those souls who truly feel pain because of their illness and talents are waiting for a new savior."

Harley's eyes fell on the newspaper on the ground again, then she turned to look into Gordon's eyes and said: "And now, they have accepted a new code, a code formulated by Batman, you know what this means ”

Gordon looked at her in silence, and Harley's eyes became a little moist, like a gem soaked in rain.

"This shows that the theory elaborated by Batman in his published articles has convinced the vast majority of people."

"He will inherit the mantle of professor, appease these restless souls, control them, lead them, accept their sacrifices, and tell them the answers."

"And we will listen to Him, follow Him, love Him, respect Him, regard Him as Savior and Father...and become His gentle lambs."