Chapter 166 Chapter 166 [VIP]

Somewhere in Gotham, a dull and uninspired play is going on.

"She's not a good person, do you need me to help you remember that?"

"Stop your jokes, I thought we all had this in common? Raise a worthless child, treat her like a daughter, let her grow up to be the opposite of you, and then when the truth comes out, bam, drop this bombshell, and you can stir up trouble. I mean, the bats will chase you."

"She seems incredibly rebellious. She already seems to be developing some ulterior motives. Perhaps she'll try to break away from the head of the family soon. After all, we're not good people. Look, how has she got anything to do with crime?"

"But she was already a sunk cost. We didn't get rid of her then. How come after giving her even more 'love', you can't bear it anymore and want to sink her completely? Don't you think this is a joke?"

"Alas, the clown is always moody and capricious. My friend, you should have gotten used to it by now. But I think you should ask the person next to you for advice."

"Me? I must say—that was a brilliant speech."

"Your argument is interesting, but unfortunately useless. Don't worry about it. It will be resolved in due time."

"You know what's going on? That's great!"

"Okay, let's go. Anyway, things are definitely going as he expected. I guess this will be troublesome in the future..."

The group dispersed, and the conversation came to an end. No one would know about this secret meeting except themselves. After all, this is Gotham, and there are so many secrets in Gotham. No one can say that they know everything that happens on this land. First of all, the bats don't know, and secondly, other nocturnal creatures don't know either. They themselves cannot discover certain hidden secrets.

In Arkham Asylum, Megan spent several days learning how to make acid flowers. The Joker had already prepared the materials and equipment and started doing it directly in his cell.

Megan held the soft outer shell of the acid flower in her hand and turned it over and over with a small flower pin. She wondered why this soft object could store acid. Her chemistry knowledge told her it shouldn't, so she was curious and decided to ask her father, "Flowers, why can they store acid?"

It seemed as if she remembered a time when the clown had just returned and when she approached him, he pushed her away. This was because there might still be residual acid in the acid flower he had used on his chest. It was extremely easy to cause corrosion, but it was actually dehydration carbonization. In short, it was very powerful and must be treated with caution.

But if acid is similar to sulfuric acid, how is it stored? Generally, sulfuric acid is stored in corrosion-resistant materials that are acid-resistant and alkali-resistant, and there are certain thickness requirements. Low-concentration sulfuric acid can be placed in plastic bottles, and some types of plastic can also be used to store sulfuric acid, but they cannot be stored for a long time.

But could it also be hydrochloric acid? Hydrochloric acid is also volatile, which is more consistent with the Joker telling her to stay away. It can also be preserved in certain plastics. In short, Megan is a little confused.

The clown was tidying up the table, dividing the materials neatly into two parts. He glanced down slightly and caught a glimpse of the curious child at the table. His usual smile appeared on his face, and he asked, "You ask me? But where have you progressed in your studies? You're not the kind of genius who understands things the moment they're told. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

"Ignore the principles, Megan. You just need to remember that, apart from the materials I give you, don't use anything else outside to fill the acid. Be careful, it will make you unrecognizable. If your little face is damaged," the clown bent down and pinched her jaw, "that would be a pity, understand?"

This thing was not originally a toy, but Megan deliberately wanted to turn it into a pendant that was slightly powerful but not too harmful. After it was completed, as long as she did not actively open the mechanism, then playing with the acid flower would not cause any danger. If she really wanted to be safe, she would replace the acid flower with a new one every one or two years.

After everything was ready, the clown saw that Megan hadn't thought of preparing gloves for her, so he took out a pair of leather gloves from the drawer. They were the same rose red, but one size smaller. Megan looked up at him and was immediately happy. "Yeah, parent-child outfit."

She always had something to say and always wanted to create a warm atmosphere with him. The clown was already used to it, but he was not the kind of father who would spoil the fun. He smiled with interest and said, "Yes, son, we are having a parent-child activity!"

The clown picked up a glass bottle on the table, and just as he was about to unscrew the lid, he remembered something and looked down at Megan, "So I forgot to tell you something? You need to wear safety glasses." He said he forgot, but his drawer was like a treasure chest. He reached in and took out a pair of children's protective glasses. It was neither too big nor too small, just the right size for Megan!

Megan hadn't put on her glasses yet. Seeing what her father was doing, she opened the drawer and tried to reach in to rummage around. But just as she was about to act naughty, the clown gently patted her arm with her outstretched hand.

"Wait until I teach you how to make acid flowers, and there will be plenty of opportunities for fun." He warned in a stern tone.

After the instruction, she could play as she pleased. Megan received the assurance and obediently stopped, putting on her protective glasses. At this moment, her mind suddenly brightened, and she continued to ask, "Dad, isn't acid only corrosive, not poisonous?"

Yes! The eyes are a relatively fragile part of the human body, and once injured, they are difficult to heal. Even if only one eye is damaged, there is sometimes concern about the immune system attacking the other intact eyeball. Protective glasses are worn to prevent acid splashes, but respirators are not worn. Is this because acid is non-toxic?

The Joker laughed meaningfully. "You ask me? Maybe you should ask those who've been attacked by acid someday. They'll know better."

During the process of preparing the acid, the Joker stared at Megan's movements. The first few steps were very simple, and the materials used were very common. For example, even toilet cleaner became one of the materials, mixed with some other things. Until these steps, there was no strong corrosiveness. As for how the chemical formula changed, whether a reaction occurred, and what the molecular formula was, Megan was no longer able to figure it out.

"Is it missing something?" Megan asked intuitively.

The clown exclaimed exaggeratedly: "You found the problem! Good boy, even if your head is empty, fortunately it is not just a decoration. Give me the bottle in the middle of us." It was really a tiny glass bottle, sealed with an aluminum cap, and there was not much liquid in it. Even if you poured it out, you could only pour out one or two drops.

The liquid in the glass bottle was light yellow and looked a bit viscous. When Megan picked it up and shook it, she saw that the liquid in the bottle was flowing slowly. She didn't know what this thing was for, and it looked too little, as if it was only enough to make a portion of acid.

The clown took the glass bottle from her, opened it easily with a tool, and poured in his share of acid. Suddenly, the surface of the acid he had mixed began to react, changing color, and bubbles began to rise from the bottom...

Megan looked at the acid, then at her father, and slowly opened her mouth: "What about me?" What do I use to make it?

The child seemed to be feeling wronged again. If her father didn't respond and comfort her, she would turn into a crybaby and start making trouble for him. The clown noticed her mood change, but what could he do? He said to her, "Oh my God, you are such a crybaby. You feel wronged and deserve to be satisfied as soon as you are not satisfied."

"What's the logic behind this, Megan?"

When Little Bear was unhappy, she pouted. She was easily emotional and could not control her emotions. But she would comfort whoever provoked her. This was the truth. She would not be ashamed of her emotions, nor would she cry and make a fuss. Instead, she would seriously explain her reasons.

"Dad, you taught me how to make acid flowers, so I should have some materials too." This is so true!

Seeing her logical and controlled expression, the clown ignored the stain on his hands and thought, "As long as it's non-toxic, there's no problem." He bent down and rubbed the child's furry head, saying in a high and enthusiastic voice, "You're right, kid. You just don't know... you already have the materials."

What materials did Megan possess? Had she even possessed them long ago? And the Joker's words implied that she still possessed them, and that she definitely had them.

Megan stared blankly at the Joker. The slight grievance she felt dissipated after he finished speaking. She thought about the problem seriously and finally took out the small medicine bottle from her pocket. She tilted her head and asked in great confusion, "Pills?"

"Ah," the Joker saw that her emotions had calmed down, and then he gave her a hug, but he quickly let go. After standing up, he took the medicine bottle from Megan and unscrewed the cap. "You guessed right."

He poured out a handful of pills from the bottle and casually loosened his grip, watching as the pills fell one by one into the beaker where Megan had mixed the acid, splashing some liquid on his clothes, but it had no effect. As the pills fell in, the acid soon reacted as well. The reactions in the two cups of acid were identical, with almost no difference, but that was only an appearance.

"You don't know what a good thing the pills I gave you are. You think it can only cure your illness? Hahaha."

"It has a great effect..."

Obviously, the Joker couldn't tell all this to Megan. He watched as the two acids were still reacting. As the bubbles emerged and disappeared, the pungent smell in the cell became more and more obvious. When the visible reaction completely disappeared, they had shrunk in size and took on a clear green color. They were placed in the glass beakers, and it was impossible to tell how powerful they were.

When the clown picked up the beaker and shook it, he could see that the acid wasn't flowing very fast, slightly slower than water. "It's done, Megan. Do you remember the steps and ingredients?"

Megan: "Did you really succeed without a measuring cylinder?" Why is there a certain acid preparation process that's completely different from what's taught in school textbooks and lab teachers? She just follows the clown, picking up this thing, pouring it, shaking it to mix it up, picking up that thing, pouring it, shaking it to mix it up, and then pouring more...

It's strange that as long as you remember the ingredients and the order, you don't have to worry about the quantity at all.

When the clown demonstrated how to put acid into the acid flower, Megan was still questioning and thinking, and finally asked: "Dad, is it really okay? When I hang the acid flower on my schoolbag, will it really not explode me?"

The clown was amused by her performance. "Dear, this is just the simplest version. Even if you want to learn more complicated ones, your experimental operation skills are still not up to standard." Want to mix more complex and better acid? That's not an easy task.

When Megan was finally given the acid flower, she expressed her opinion: "I want a sunflower."

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