5 Chapter 05 :Victor Zsasz

The fat man felt the cold dagger and his arrogance suddenly disappeared.

 Who is not afraid of death?

 He begged: "No, no, no...don't kill me, please..."

 "Very well, actually, I don't hold a grudge against you and I don't want to kill you."

 Ghost Face's tone softened and he began to deceive and appease the other person.

 Mental attack tactics.

 When he was almost finished, he said, "I just want to ask a question, how much do you know about the Scarecrow?"

 "Scarecrow? That terrible Scarecrow?"

 The fat man said in surprise: "I don't know, but My boss is his subordinate."

 Ghost Face's eyes suddenly lit up, dear, what an unexpected advantage.

 Very good!

 He hurriedly asked: "Oh? What's your boss's name?"

 The fat man did not answer, but instead said, "Let me go first, otherwise I won't tell you."

 "Hahaha".

 Ghost Face scoffed, thinking to himself. You're still negotiating with me here.

 He directly stabbed her left hand with the knife.

 Drill it directly!

 The fat man screamed hysterically again, almost fainting from the pain.

 He did not dare to negotiate any further and said painfully: "His...his name is Victor Zsasz."

 "That?!"

 Ghost Face was delighted, thinking that he had heard wrong.

 This is really hard to find and requires no effort.

 His boss turned out to be Victor Zsasz?

 Don't say anything else. We're going to win a lot tonight!

 He was secretly happy, but he was still sneering on the surface: "Haha, is everything you said true?"

 "I swear to God... it's absolutely true."

 "Alright, so where does your boss usually hang out?"

 "Gotham Harbor 3."

 "Well, what's your cell phone number?"

 "I... I don't know, he never uses a cell phone, really..."

 "Fine, thanks."

 Ghost Face stabbed the knife into Him without another word, moving the blade in and out of his throat a few times, then pulling it out and shaking off the blood.

 Then he takes the photo again with the fat man's phone, thumbs up.

 After that, he quickly fled the scene and returned to the apartment.

 Killing two people in less than two hours really exceeded expectations.

 He was originally willing to work in vain and even be killed.

 The result is quite the opposite.

 At that time, the spread rate also skyrocketed from 0.2% to 5.12%.

 That's about 2.5% for a person.

 It appears that killing the target is the primary method and telephone threats are the secondary method.

 "Hey, it feels so good"

 Jason took a deep breath after regaining consciousness and then studied the information about Victor Zsasz.

 Although his understanding of the comics cannot be considered expert level.

 But he also considers himself competent.

 That's why he also knows a lot about second-tier villains like Victor Zsasz.

 This guy was originally a rich second generation, a leader in international business, not to mention how famous he was.

 He's like a basic version of Batman.

 However, one incident changed his life drastically.

 Long story short, my parents are gone and my money is gone.

 Falling directly from above to hell is something that no one can accept, including him.

 At one point he wanted to commit suicide.

 Under such a big blow, he finally suffered a mental breakdown and became the "permanent VIP of Arkham Asylum".

 Not only that, he later became a cruel and bloodthirsty serial killer.

 Generally aimed at women.

 He doesn't like using weapons, but he is particularly skilled with a knife and is absolutely top notch.

 And there are two special hobbies.

 First: I don't like wearing blouses and I only wear pants or shorts.

 Second: Every time you kill someone, you must also cut yourself.

 Because of this, his upper body was covered with dense knife marks, like countless centipedes circling around.

 Very personal.

 However, he did not expect to become Scarecrow's subordinate here.

 After completing the investigation, Jason headed out to Gotham Harbor again.

 Time does not wait, let's explore the situation first.

 Half an hour later we arrived at our destination.

 Since it was late at night, there was no one on the dock and only the sound of the waves could be heard.

 He climbed onto a container and looked around.

 Nothing to see, nothing.

 Not to mention Victor Zsasz, he is not even a hooligan.

 After waiting patiently for half an hour and still nothing happened, he went home.

 There is nothing we can do about this urgent matter. We must devise a foolproof plan.

 Back.

 When he entered an alley, he found a drunk approaching taswinging towards him with a bottle.

 At first, she had no idea and she just ignored it.

 But seeing the two parties getting closer, she suddenly had an idea.

 We're out of town, it would be boring to come back without doing something.

 Thinking of it, she immediately hid and transformed into a ghost face.

 As the drunk staggered past, she followed him silently.

 As they walked like this, the other party felt an inexplicable cool breeze coming from behind him.

 And it is very close.

 It seemed as if someone was leaning behind him and blowing cool air on his neck.

 The drunk unconsciously stopped and looked back in confusion, but there was nothing strange.

 Nothing at all.

 "@￥%￥"

 He muttered to himself, rubbed his neck, turned around and continued walking.

 However, just as he turned around, he suddenly saw a pale and strange skull appear in front of him!

 There is also a dagger that shines with cold light.

 So close.

 "Ah! oh my god——!!"

 The drunk screamed and fell, he was so scared that he immediately woke up half drunk.

 His heart almost jumped out of my mouth.

 The weird stuff isn't over yet.

 At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked carefully, but there was nothing in front of him.

 His skull simply disappeared.

 "This...????"

 The drunk hurriedly rubbed his eyes and was stunned, wondering what happened just now.

 Could it be that he is dazzled and hallucinating?

 That is not right!

 The feeling just now was so real that it didn't seem fake.

 The drunkard could not understand what was happening, but he did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly ran away.

 But after running a few steps, he returned and took with him the bottle of wine that fell to the ground.

 What a drunk.

 And the face of the ghost in the darkness went away satisfied.

 ...

 The next day, Jason arrived at the fast food restaurant feeling depressed.

 As soon as I changed my clothes, I heard the news starting to broadcast what happened last night.

 "Early this morning, the police discovered two cases of murder. The throats of the deceased were cut with knives. Photos of the murderer were also left at the scene."

 A photo of a ghostly face standing in front of the corpse and pointing a thumbs up. The upward gesture appeared on the screen.

 The scene captivated everyone, including Hathaway.

 Everyone looked at the television, curious and confused.

 Are you all wondering who this guy is and why he is dressed in such horrible and strange clothes?

 The news played for about a minute.

 After all, this is Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, and these kinds of murders happen every day.

 Although the ghost's face has a strange shape, I don't know until now.

 He is still within everyone's expectations.

 After hearing this, Hathaway said, "Oh God, there's another fucking crazy guy in Gotham."

 Jason didn't say a word.

 But I was a little surprised by the speed of the police, I didn't expect to find out so quickly.

 Based on previous assumptions, I thought it would take at least three days.

 Maybe he was exposed when he killed the skinny guy?

 He screamed terribly at that moment, it was probably a neighbor who heard it and called the police.

 It doesn't matter.

 It doesn't matter when you find out, it's all about spreading fame anyway.