The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3264 Bloody New City (3)

Chapter 3264 Bloody New City (Thirteen)

Bruce was also stunned when he saw the Pale Knight falling down.

"You poisoned him?!"

"I'm not that evil." Schiller carried the Pale Knight to the sofa, and then continued: "Half of the capsules are filled with gray fog."

"Isn't this evil??!"

"This is just a routine medical examination." Schiller completely ignored Bruce. He asked the Pale Knight to sit on the sofa and stuffed a pillow into his arms to prevent him from falling.

Then he asked Gray Mist in his mind, "Have you seen the process by which the drug takes effect? ​​Is there anything special about it?"

"This seems to be a special medicine for schizophrenia symptoms." Gray Mist said, "But the treatment efficiency is very low, and drug resistance develops too quickly. The person who made it probably doesn't understand pharmacology."

"As expected, were you able to replicate it?"

"Yes, but it will take some time, and I will need some special ingredients. Can you find the drug store at the mental hospital?"

Schiller looked up and asked Bruce the same question. Bruce was stunned for a moment, then said, "I have completely taken control of Arkham Asylum. There are signs of intrusion in the drug warehouse there. I suspect it was Harley. She may have mixed the drugs there."

"I'm going to go there later, but before that, I have to talk to an important person."

"Important role? Who?"

"Joker." Schiller stood up from the sofa and said, "But this is not a good place to talk. Go get a car and let's go to Arkham Asylum."

About twenty minutes later, Bruce carried the Pale Knight to a chair in the treatment room, and then put a straitjacket on him. Schiller personally checked the straps and confirmed that there was no problem. He said to Gray Mist, "Block the effect of the drug temporarily. I need to talk to the Joker."

No changes could be observed with the naked eye, but the corners of the Pale Knight's mouth soon lifted up, and when he opened his eyes, madness reappeared in his eyes.

He struggled a bit and found that he was tied very tightly, so he immediately became angry and acted like a wild beast.

"Listen, Mr. Joker, we don't have much time, so don't waste it on meaningless temptations." Schiller, standing behind the observation window, said quickly: "This city is staging a farce. For you, this is the worst case scenario, because Batman has regained his strength, but you are not qualified to take the stage."

The clown suddenly turned his head and looked at him. He seemed to have the memory of the Pale Knight. He stared at Schiller and said, "It shouldn't be like this. My dear Maria will welcome me."

"Don't mention that lost dog. I still say that. I don't have much time to debate with you, and I don't want to listen to any crazy philosophy. I only tell you that I can let you have this body again. After you are free, what are you going to do to repay me?"

"Do you think you can threaten me like this? Even without you, I will come back sooner or later, and that damned bandit who plundered everything can only die miserably!"

"I can let you come back, and naturally I can also let him come back. Is this condition enough for you to talk to me calmly?"

"No, I can't possibly work for you."

"Then it seems there is nothing to talk about."

The clown shook his head proudly and said, "There are many stupid politicians like you who want to use my madness to benefit themselves, but that makes me sick. I don't want to do this."

Schiller said, "Okay, Gray Mist, keep him under control."

The clown stopped moving at that moment, and Schiller walked out from behind the observation window with a syringe in his hand. He used the syringe to draw a tube of blood from the clown's arm.

"Make him pass out," Schiller continued. "Let him sleep for two hours, and we'll see if we can mix a special medicine."

The Joker fell headfirst onto the table in front. Schiller opened the door and said to Bruce, "You are the last person to see Maria. Find a way to find her."

"What happened?" Bruce still looked confused.

Schiller shook his head without saying anything, and turned to walk towards the medicine room. Bruce chased after him and said, "You have to give me a reason for doing this, right?"

"If you need a reason, don't do it." Schiller gave up easily, took out his cell phone and called Gordon.

"Hello, Chief, how are the negotiations going? Yes, I know you heard the most amazing price in your life, but this is just the beginning."

"No, don't let go yet. Batman may contact Nightwing next. He is very interested in GTO... Objection? He is only opposed to GTO not being under his control. He will not give up the opportunity to fully control this team."

"I'm not calling to give you advice. I just want to ask you if you know who controls the natural disaster fund in the past?"

"Yes, I know this fund is to help Batman, but Batman won't take care of it himself. There has to be someone in charge... Ruth? Do you have her contact information? Okay, thank you very much."

Schiller hung up the phone, pushed open the door of the medicine room and let the gray fog in, then found a chair to sit down and entered a number on the phone.

"Hello, is this Ms. Ruth? I'm the mayor's staff member. You can call me Schiller. I have some questions about the natural disaster fund that I would like to consult you about. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Okay, see you in half an hour."

After Schiller hung up the phone, he looked up and asked, "What's going on? Can you replicate the drug?"

"If you mean the original medication he's taking now, yes, you can, but because there isn't enough of it here and the drug resistance is so strong, I can only mix a week's supply at best."

"And near the end of the medication period, there will be very serious adverse reactions, and you may even have stomach bleeding. Do you want me to mix it?"

"It sounds like you have an improved version as well."

"Yes, there is a lot of room for improvement in this drug, but I am not professional enough. If you can find a few drug development experts, I can look into their brains and learn the knowledge I need."

Schiller paused and said, "Okay, then you should prepare the original drug first and reduce the adverse reactions as much as possible. It would be best if you can delay it for two weeks."

"I try my best."

Bruce heard the conversation between Schiller and Gray Mist. He said, "Here is the key. Based on Harley's traces of using this type of drug, I can replicate this drug, but the effect of this drug is not good enough and it cannot be taken for a long time. If we want to improve it, we need to invest a lot of money."

Schiller turned his head and looked at him. Bruce was confused and wanted to ask more questions. Schiller stood up and said, "If you are not good at it, just practice more."

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Bruce chased after him, and Schiller said to him, "The Pale Knight should have woken up. Go and comfort him and tell him that I didn't poison him. I just did a physical examination using another method, and his condition is very grim now."

"He can no longer stay in Wayne Manor. He must be hospitalized. He has been staying in Arkham Asylum for some time. But don't let anyone know about this. It's best to let people think he is still in Wayne Manor."

"Well, that's easy enough," Bruce said, "but I don't want to stay and look after him. I want to go with you to meet that Ruth."

Schiller looked back at him in surprise and asked, "Have you dealt with her?"

"Before you came, we also made a lot of efforts to save the economic situation of Gotham City Government. There is a full 30 billion natural disaster funds, which is naturally within the scope of our efforts."

"It looks like you didn't succeed."

"Yes, because she was a very difficult woman, greedy and evil."

"More greedy than me? More evil than me?"

Bruce choked.

"Compared to you, it's nothing."

"Then stay and watch the Pale Knight carefully. Ask him about the specific content of the Napier Act. You have to understand this."

Bruce was very reluctant. Just when he was about to chase Schiller to the elevator, he was pushed out. Schiller pressed the door closing button and said, "If you don't want to work, don't bother me all the time. I don't have time to waste on you."

The elevator door slowly closed, Bruce pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the ward where the Pale Knight was.

The Pale Knight had woken up. He was a little surprised to see Bruce coming in. Bruce sat beside his bed and poured him a glass of warm water, then said, "Schiller asked me to tell you that he didn't poison you. He just used some magical powers to check you and communicated with the Joker."

"The Joker? He's back? Did I lose control? Did I hurt anyone?" The Pale Knight sat up straight and asked.

"If you were counting on the clown to hurt Schiller, then I can only tell you that your hopes were dashed. The clown didn't even touch Schiller, and he didn't even win the argument."

The Pale Knight lay back on the bed and said, "It seems that my choice was right. He can indeed deal with that madman."

After saying this, he looked around his ward, lost in memory, and slowly said, "The director of Arkham Asylum has been bribed by the upper class. He regularly releases the lunatics here and lets them wreak havoc on the streets without restraint."

"At this time, Batman will go out to stop their criminal activities, but this also comes at a price. Often a lot of things will be destroyed, so the Gotham Nature Foundation will need to come forward to clean up after Batman. This is how they make money from it."

"I didn't see the dean." Bruce said, "Schiller didn't want the news of your being here to be leaked. He wanted others to think you were still in Wayne Manor."

"It's always a long time before I can figure out what he's going to do. Maybe this is part of his plan."

"Are you going to cooperate with him?"

"Of course, his performance has proved that my choice was right. He helped Batman regain his spirits and prevented the Joker from causing any trouble. Although the economic situation is still not optimistic, the public has more confidence in me. This is all thanks to him."

"You'd better not think so." Bruce shook his head and said, "Why do you think he helps you? Justice?"

"Of course not, but I can give him whatever he wants." The Pale Knight said, "The rich people who have always been above this city have taken everything from everyone here and have done nothing."

"Schiller has brought improvements to the city, so why shouldn't he take these things away?"

"I hope you can still remain optimistic when you see the bill," Bruce sighed.