Chapter 32: Explosive Final Kill "Yes!" Sherlock is happy...
"Yes!" Sherlock happily fastened his seat belt. "Let's go to the hospital."
No matter what, Scarecrow must be caught. Tim saved the information. It seems that this case needs to be looked at from another perspective.
He opened the file on the computer again, and Bruce tested the man's blood sample again, but still found nothing.
But it also eliminates one option.
"Is this the only one?" Secretary Liu felt that the villains in Gotham didn't harm people individually, but in groups.
Since Sherlock had pointed out his skills, Tim no longer hid it and he called up several surveillance footages.
"Some fell from heights, others slipped from bridges. These two types were the most common. Without exception, their faces showed fear, as if they had seen something terrifying."
Liu Shu knew that he shouldn't have a stereotype about Gotham, but this was too much like Scarecrow's work. Who else could it be but him?
"Are they okay?" Watson was more concerned about the personal safety of Gotham citizens.
"Someone rescued them." Tim said nothing more. He frowned and began to mark the locations of the victims on the map.
It's so strange that none of the victims tested positive for poisoning.
"It's an arrow."
"Go to Kane Street." Sherlock glanced at the direction of the arrow on the screen and said to the driver, since the person who did this was so rampant, they might as well face the problem and deal with him directly.
"What could be there?" Liu Shu found that she really couldn't be a detective. She couldn't figure out who did it.
"She's already passed by, faster than us." Tim turned around and said to Sherlock and the others. There was a red dot moving quickly on his screen.
It's a Yanou. When did he put the tracker there? Let's talk about this later. Liu Shu nervously opened the window. She hoped Sherlock wouldn't read anything into her reaction.
"..." Sherlock's eyes fell on the bag of donuts beside him. "Drive faster."
That was all he said.
Sherlock, you are a good cat, I forgot what happened next.
"I'll just walk home when we get there," Liu Shu said, gathering his things, "It's not far anyway."
"No, let's get off and let the driver take you home." Watson felt that it might take a long time before they got on the car again after they arrived at their destination.
"Just do as Mr. Watson says," Tim said, closing the computer. "It's not far anyway."
Don't repeat her words again, Liu Shu turned his head and said, "Be careful."
Facing her concerned eyes, Sherlock tugged at the collar of his coat. He didn't understand what she meant. Was she threatening him? Did she mean that if he said that, he would never be safe again?
"Don't worry, he is Sherlock Holmes." Tim waved to the people in the car before leaving.
"If you can't win, run away. No, if you start fighting, run away. Don't fight." Liu Shu also waved at him.
"Who are you?" Claire, also known as the Scarecrow, asked the person outside the window while sitting in a room full of reagents. While asking the question, he also put on a scarecrow-style mask.
"It's really you." Using aċċĥ is fast, and Liu Shu found the escaped scarecrow before others.
"What am I?" He didn't remember what he had done. He had just come out. Could it be his old enemy?
The scarecrow had picked up his weapon, a sickle, and he smashed all the reagents around him the moment Liu Shu opened the window.
There was some unknown liquid stuck to the knife, and the broken reagent filled the entire room with poisonous gas.
Scarecrow didn't understand why this man was unaffected, but Ryushu, who was slowly walking towards him, was obviously here to fight him.
"Do you think this is all I can do?" He waved the sickle, and the blade energy broke through the poisonous fog, looking like he could fight.
Liu Shu could see clear moves and routines from his movements, which might be enough for him to defeat many people, but not enough in front of Liu Shu.
After giving him a good blow, she broke the Scarecrow's weapon.
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"Did you do it?" Liu Shu hit him again and thought he already had the aura of a certain person.
"What?" The Scarecrow resisted stubbornly.
Liu Shu slammed him against the wall, but because he controlled the force, he didn't pass through the wall, but it did cause several cracks in the wall.
"Ahem..." The scarecrow couldn't get up again.
"Is it...I did it?" He remembered that he had just been out for a while. "What...did I do?"
Sherlock and the others really didn't seem to think he did it. Liu Shu dusted off her hands. She just wanted to beat him until he couldn't move.
That way when the detective arrives, he won't be poisoned or injured.
As for why she asked the Scarecrow all those random questions, she felt she needed some lines.
It's a bit too strange to beat someone without saying anything, it seems like revenge.
When Sherlock and the others arrived at the scene, the poisonous fog in the room had already dissipated.
They looked at the scarecrow that had been beaten to a miserable state and could not calm down for a long time.
Sherlock glanced out the window. Was this also a threat?
"It wasn't him." Tim saw the reagents on the ground and found that Scarecrow had just started making new poison gas.
And the timing doesn't match.
"Mmmmm...Mmmmm!" The scarecrow raised his head with difficulty; his mouth was tied up.
"Not only that, he doesn't even know who led us here." Sherlock thought the scarecrow had lost its value.
He took two steps back and walked out the door as if he didn't see the tragic state of the wall.
Tim followed him out, and only Watson stopped to look, but because of his companion's departure, he didn't stay long.
"Why is there blood everywhere in the room? That 'scarecrow', do you really like that decoration style?"
"John..." Sherlock didn't know what to say, "That's all his blood."
"I was just joking, you look nervous." Watson walked down several steps at a time, walked up to Sherlock and patted his shoulder.
"That's unusual." He wondered what was going on.
"I didn't." Sherlock suddenly understood the inner thoughts of the person to whom he had revealed all kinds of secrets.
"Call the police, and we can arrest this fugitive." He pulled an evidence bag from his pocket.
"Does the Mad Hatter have a grudge against him?"
Tim was still messaging Bruce. Upon hearing this, he looked up suddenly. "What's that in your hand?"
"A chip of unknown purpose, I found it on the victim." This is consistent with the methods of someone Sherlock saw in the "Gotham Villain Collection".
"Are you saying you found this before?" Why didn't you say it earlier? If he saw this thing... Tim would still come to the location pointed by the arrow.
"That alone won't help you find someone," Sherlock said, holding up the chip to the light. "Mr. Scarecrow was sold by this man."
"Use this to control people's fear..." What was the Mad Hatter trying to do? Tim reached out to Sherlock, "Lend it to me."
"Are you going back to ask the Scarecrow?" The Scarecrow, who had been kept in the dark, was beaten up, and he was still asking him something he didn't know at all? Sherlock put the thing in his hand and said, "A man who is about to go back to prison has neither time nor can be found. It's best not to count on him."
"No," Tim said with a sly smile, "He's so pitiful, I have to tell him the truth."
Fortunately, they were only halfway down the stairs, so they didn't feel very tired when they turned back.
"Mr. Claire, we're actually looking for the owner of this," Tim placed the chip in front of the scarecrow's eyes. "Someone used this thing to cause a lot of accidents and drew an arrow pointing to this place on the map."
"Do you know who did it?"
Liu Shu stuck half of her head out of the window. She looked at Tim, who was killing people and felt deeply his malice towards the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter.
"Ugh!!" No one even untied the rope on the scarecrow's mouth.
"Don't worry, we'll go find him now." Tim made sure he saw every detail of the chip before returning the thing to Sherlock.
According to this logic, the Scarecrow should thank him.
The group walked out of the room again.
"Do you have to spy on us in a place like that?" Sherlock spoke to a pot of flowers on the windowsill.
"Who's peeking?" Watson didn't quite understand, just like he didn't understand why the scarecrow fell there so miserably, but his companions didn't make a fuss, and he would definitely feel out of place if he asked.
But you still have to ask when talking to a pot of Phalaenopsis.
"." Liu Shu jumped in from the window.
"Did you hit that guy just now?" Watson thought the red dot on the car was some kind of monitoring device.
"I didn't use any force." He fell down. It was a scam. Liu Shu's hand rested on Sherlock's arm.
"You can't beat him." There was some muscle, but not much, and she squeezed it.
Was this a mockery? Sherlock looked at the doll, which seemed to be related to Tim's classmate. In real life, he had never liked to analyze the metaphors in other people's words, of course, not including those related to the case.
"I didn't come here to fight either. Thanks for helping me."
After Sherlock said this, Watson looked as if he had seen a ghost. Where was the detective from before? Why was he acting in front of someone he knew?
"Don't worry." Liu Shu nodded to him and hid through the window again. Of course, she returned the small thing on her body to Tim before climbing through the window.
Tim put the tracker in his hand into his pocket and turned on another tracker to locate it. He put it there when Liu Shu stuffed the thing into his hand just now, mainly to serve the purpose of equal exchange.
"Where are we going next?" Watson stood on the side of the road. He felt that the difference between Gotham and London was a bit exaggerated.
Tim watched Sherlock stop a familiar car and said, "I want to borrow something."
Is it necessary to stop the car? Isn't that driver his driver? Wouldn't it be better to just ask him to pull over?
"Borrow what? Your current task is to help me find a place in Gotham that can produce this kind of chip. This kind of technology cannot be produced by just any machine." Sherlock ordered him to work without any hesitation.
"Product development requires testing. I have to give it a chance to perform," Tim patted the back of the driver's seat. "Take me to my classmate's house. I need something from her."
"'Listen', huh?"
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