Chapter 1469: Birds and Return (XIV)

Red Hood and Red Robin are both murderers. Although judging from their records, they have strangled or beaten criminals to death but the other party was immediately revived, but most of the time they have not succeeded in killing anyone. .

Although the two of them have nothing to do with the word murderous, their ideas and methods are indeed the more radical among the Bat-family, with Damian being the most radical.

The Red Hood once died at the hands of the Joker. After his resurrection, he vowed to make all criminals pay the price. He had conflicts with Batman several times because Batman would not let him deal heavy blows to criminals, and Batman did the same for him. Slightly extreme thoughts give me a headache.

However, Mr. Lu Xun’s window opening effect always makes sense.

If you ask him not to kill people, he will definitely refuse, but if you ask him to grab the frozen human corpses and stuff them into the cutting machine, cut them into pieces, and then soak them in chemical solutions to expand the muscle texture and nerve structure. If he prints it on a notebook and puts the body parts into specimen slides, he will be willing not to kill anyone.

Red Hood is really going crazy.

He grabbed the wrist of a frozen and stiff female arm and stood in front of the cutter, feeling numb all over. He looked at Harley who was operating the machine next to him, and shouted angrily: "How long will it take?!

"It's almost, it's almost." Harley frowned and debugged the machine's data and said, "Aren't we just asking you to put an arm into the machine?! Can you be a little academic?! What if all the doctors in the world were like you? , how will human surgical medicine develop?"

“Is this an arm?!

! "

With the roar of the Red Hood, the mountain of human limbs next to him fell to the ground with a "crash", and the ground at the feet of the Red Hood was instantly piled up. The human fingers that were so close made the Red Hood stay in place like an electric shock. Did a tap dance.

"Then I can't pick out suitable materials?" Harley yelled back immediately: "If the experimental materials are unqualified and need to be reworked, wouldn't that be even more wasteful?!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Please!" Red Hood was almost wailing: "What on earth am I doing!

Why should I stand in the middle of the night among the piles of arms and legs to help you cut a body into dozens of pieces? !

"Coward!" Harley cursed without raising her head. Then she slapped the machine hard, looked at the Red Hood and said, "Aren't you also from the street? Why do you feel like you've seen a ghost when you see a corpse?"

"Of course I have seen corpses! But not like this... not like this... like this..." Red Hood stammered for a long time, unable to explain why.

An analogy can be drawn from Red Hood's current thinking. If someone suddenly asks "Have you seen a corpse?", many people may instinctively answer "Of course not."

But in fact, many people have seen corpses when an elderly person dies at home, but at that time the body lying on the bed has not yet been labeled as a corpse, and what people feel more is death.

Death is an instant process, and a corpse is the result of death. When most people feel the two, they pay more attention to the meaning of death itself and ignore the consequences of the corpse.

When Jason was a child, he often saw gang fights and deaths, but he was more concerned about why gangs fought and how many people died, rather than what the characteristics of the corpses on the street were, and when they would rot or fall apart. , and how it will be dealt with in the end.

Except for some people with professional backgrounds or eccentricities, most people will not pay special attention to the body left behind after death. And if this is supplemented by a social outlook on respecting the deceased, most people will They all respect dead bodies.

The same goes for the Red Hood. In his opinion, killing criminals is acceptable, but dismembering their bodies and freezing them into sections is still too anti-human for him.

The machine started "rumbling", and the red hood handed the arm of the corpse forward as Harley said. He was on the verge of collapse when the first knife was struck.

The Red Hood is a normal person. He cannot accept the vibration feedback caused by cutting the human body. He can clearly feel the blade cutting through the frozen muscles and getting stuck on the bones for a while, and then pressing down until that part of the body is The entire process in which a limb completely separates from its body.

It's also a little too ahead of its time for a lunatic.

He threw away his arm, yelled and rushed out of the warehouse, rushed to the corner, put his hands on the walls on both sides, and yelled at Harley who followed him out: "You damn mad woman!

! "

Red Robin sighed softly. He stood up holding on to the wall, looked at Harley and said, "I'll do it."

"Don't go, Tim! It's all, all in there..."

"Remember? I have a surgical education background." Red Robin said and followed Harley to the warehouse.

Although he was still shocked by the astonishing number of frozen limbs, his performance was much better than that of the Red Hood. He waved his hand to Harley and said: "I have an injury on my leg and I can't use it. You take your arm and go to it." Come on, I'll operate the machine."

"Can you use it? Don't break it. I'm in a hurry to hand in my homework."

"Don't worry, I'm good with machinery."

Red Robin fiddled with the cutting machine operating table twice, and sure enough, it started running smoothly. Harley selected the appropriate limbs and processed a lot of materials in about ten minutes.

"Although I know you may not be able to answer, I still want to ask, where do you get all these human body materials?"

"If I were to say that I was the one who killed him, would you want to take out your gun and kill me?"

Red Robin shook his head and said: "First of all, I don't have a gun. Secondly, these limbs seem to have a lot in common. The biggest thing in common is that their muscle marks look like they have been trained, and they are not the ordinary ones who have no strength." Man, I don’t think you have the ability to kill so many Lianjiazi.”

"If you are a serial killer, then judging from your age and body shape, your targets should be more likely to be those who are weak in vigilance and weak in strength, rather than these big and thick looking gangsters. The same people.”

Red Robin looked around at the limbs piled around him. He bent down and picked up one of them. Red Hood, who had already brushed against the warehouse door, let out another strangled gasp.

The limb Red Robin picked up was a man's arm. The tattoos were clearly visible, and judging from the calluses left on his fingers, he should have used a gun frequently.

"You're right, these are gangsters." Harley bent down and began to put the limbs that she had messed up back into the freezer.

"What the hell is going on?!" Red Hood asked in a raised voice: "This hospital, these corpses, and those damn serial killers outside, who can give me an explanation?!

"As you can see, this mental hospital is full of serial killers. These corpses are gang members who were burned to death. The one you are holding in your hand should be a thug from the John Street Railroad Gang. His wrist is Tattooed with a train track.”

"The guy lying in the room was an unlucky man who smashed his legs while driving under the influence. He bled to death before waiting for the ambulance, so he was sent here. Although his legs were gone, his upper body was still intact. If it works, I’ll use it to practice removing the pancreas.”

"This hospital buys corpses from gangsters?" Red Robin asked. He frowned and immediately noticed the possible darkness here, so he continued to ask: "Then how can you guarantee that gangsters will not kill ordinary people and sell them to you?"

"Buy corpses from gangsters? No, no, no, we help gangsters dispose of corpses, and they have to pay us."

Red Hood and Red Robin were stunned for a moment, and then heard Harley explain in detail.

"After a gang fight, the corpses must be disposed of immediately, because if not handled, diseases are likely to break out on their territory, and the smell of rotting corpses is unbearable."

"Except for some of the luckier gangs near the sea, most gangs have to pay to dispose of corpses. A car can't hold several corpses, so they usually hire trucks to pull them into the sea and sink them, or It’s about buying a crusher or something and flushing it down the drain.”

"There is no doubt that the bigger the gang, the more money they will invest in it. If it is not handled well, it will easily become a bad smell on the street, and other gangs will not be happy, which may shake their prestige. ”

"But now, after they finish work, no matter how many wounded and corpses there are, they only need to make an emergency call. After our ambulance arrives, the wounded are sent to a general hospital, and the corpses are taken back to the underground cold storage and frozen to be used as experimental materials. ”

"At the end of the year, the fees will be settled according to the number of calls. There is no need to spend manpower, material resources, or time. Paying once will solve the problem of body disposal for a year. Where can I find such a good thing?"

"Now, 90% of Gotham's gangsters have handled corpse disposal business at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There are actually many benefits to doing so."

"First of all, the efficiency and neatness of the nurses here in handling corpses are much better than those of unprofessional gang members. They can follow the direction of the blood splatter to find all parts of each corpse, including those who were unfortunately killed. The fragments blasted into the nooks and crannies prevent certain human tissues from decaying and producing germs and odors in difficult-to-detect corners, which can significantly improve the hygienic condition of Gotham's streets."

"Secondly, if a gang uses heavy weapons to blow up the body to pieces, causing the nurse's workload to be too high, then additional fees will be charged. The more difficult it is to clean up, the higher the fee will be."

"So, gangsters rarely use heavy weapons now, because if unfortunately a building collapses and all people are buried inside, the price quoted for body disposal will be astronomical."

"Now they can use pistols instead of shotguns, they can use cold weapons instead of hot weapons, and they can chop people face to face on the road without putting cold guns in nooks and crannies. The easier it is to dispose of the body, the more room there will be for negotiation on the processing fees for the coming year. The bigger it gets.”

"This can greatly reduce the scope of gang wars and make buildings less likely to be damaged. Since they regressed to the era of cold weapons, Gotham City's maintenance costs have dropped by at least half."

"The gangsters can dispose of the corpses more conveniently, quickly and cheaply, and the serial killers here have inexhaustible materials for human experimentation, allowing them to repeatedly realize various creative ideas. It is a win-win situation."

At this time, Red Hood and Red Robin were sitting side by side in the corner of the door wall with stars in their eyes. Harley put all the frozen limbs scattered on the floor back into the freezer.

She walked back to the room where the operating table was and found that the body on the operating table had almost thawed. She waved to the two of them and said, "Come here, can you hand me the tools?"

The two of them followed Harley to the operating table step by step. Red Hood looked at the corpse on the operating table and wanted to retreat, but he saw the sharp scalpel in Harley's hand and her cold eyes, and finally decided to shut up.

Red Robin, who had some surgical experience, frowned at Harley's tender face and extremely skilled cutting movements. He handed over a pair of scissors, but still couldn't help asking.

"Who taught you anatomy?"

What he meant was, which teacher would teach such a young child anatomy and surgical techniques?

Then Harley's nonchalant answer was heard.

"Bruce Wayne."

Red Robin and Red Hood's hearts stopped beating at the same time.

"Dong Dong Dong."

There was a knock on the door, and a voice that made their hearts stop came from outside the door.

"Harley, are you there? I'm Bruce. Have you finished your homework?"