The island that Himmler referred to is located on the northernmost border of Gotham, far from the mainland. As for the ownership of this island, Bruce has done a detailed investigation. Unsurprisingly, the actual owner of the island was one of the Lawrence family.

Bruce stepped out of the helicopter that Himmler had prepared, and a woman dressed in a black maid suit with a bird's beak mask approached him with a mask and a fancy cloak:

"Here's your mask and cape, please take it with you at all times"

The voice coming from under the mask seemed to be mechanically synthesized, and there was no inaudible intonation at all.

He took the mask and cloak that the woman handed over and looked at it slightly. Unlike the fancy embroidered cloak, the mask was dull and featureless, with the exception of the beak, which was almost identical to the one on the woman's face.

Different from the Venetian-style mask in the villa last time, this mask has no features at all, the eye part has a thin colored film, it seems that the identity is hidden and even the color of the eye is invisible, the mouth part is perfectly integrated with the bird's beak on the outside of the mask, if he guessed correctly, there is a voice changer inside.

This is the mask that is really used to hide identity.

"Here's your number plate"

After seeing that Bruce was fully dressed, the woman handed him a sign with numbers written on it, which was very ordinary, exactly the same as the sign in a normal auction house.

Guided by the woman, Bruce entered an ornate ballroom through a long hallway, with a giant screen in the center of the ballroom that stood out.

From the corridor to the hall, the entire building exudes a strong Barot style, and if you look up slightly, you can see fancy decorative sculptures evenly distributed on the round roof, looking down on the entire hall, and Bruce is not surprised that it is full of cameras, monitoring the entire hall without blind spots.

In the last century, the island was generally used as a prison for prisoners, but with the change of time, the prison has long lost its original purpose, and the island has long since become the property of the Lawrence family, and the prison building has been carried out in the style of the time and has been passed down from generation to generation after the extensive renovation of the prison building in the style of the time.

The ornate Barot-style decoration could not hide the essential structure of the cell, the central hall that was originally used for the wind has become a banquet hall, and the surrounding rooms that were originally prison cells have been converted into private rooms, and from his vantage point it is impossible to see if there is anyone inside, but he judges that he is not the first to arrive.....

Bruce observed the structure of the banquet hall as he followed the woman as he walked

"Your room is here"

The woman led Bruce to a small separate room, where the ornate sculptures and murals on the walls were no different from the outside, and an ornate chair and a coffee table with a delicate teapot were all there was to furnished in this room.

"Don't go into other rooms at will, just hold up a sign for what you want."

The woman left the room after Bruce had entered the room.

Bruce stood in the center of the room, pretending not to care, looking around. The abstract ** painting on the wall has a monitor in its eye. Bruce tried to move the ornate chair, it was heavy. I'm afraid the coffee table won't be very light, and if nothing else, there should be a monitor under the coffee table.

I took out my phone from my bosom, and it was not surprising that it showed no signal.

It seems that both the children and the so-called buyers have already been in the pockets of the dealers when they enter the island, and no one can escape from here....

Bruce pressed the communicator in his ear, and asked in a low voice after connecting it:

"Did you find the kids?"

"Not yet, I'm going to find Jason after patrolling this round..."

"Where's the information?"

“......... It should be in Himmler's office."

Bruce unilaterally suppressed the communication as he heard a noise coming from the door behind him.

The door was pushed open just as Bruce stopped speaking, and a man in a fancy suit and the same mask as him walked in.

"What's unpleasant?"

The mechanical sound didn't stop Bruce from guessing the person's identity.

"Mr. Himmler, I feel I need an explanation"

Bruce took off his mask and glared angrily at the person in front of him.

“.... How? Don't have an item that satisfies you? ”

The screens in the banquet hall have begun to show all kinds of pictures of the children, and it would be cute without those low-level costumes of the children.

As Bruce had guessed at first, Himmler's hunting was not limited to green-eyed children.

"I think you're mistaken, Mr. Himmler, I like children very much, but I don't have this particular hobby."

Bruce tried to disguise the attitude of a wealthy man whose dignity had been violated, glaring at Himmler.

Bruce's attitude did not cause Himmler to be unhappy, and this reaction of Bruce was not the first, and certainly not the last.

“.... There is no signal on the phone, I hope you can send me out of here"

“.. I'm sorry, Mr. Bruce, the helicopter is not on the island at the moment."

"So, give me a phone that can connect to the outside world and I can have my private jet pick me up"

“..... Okay, but it's not within the range of the wireless signal, so please do it."

Himmler didn't directly contradict Bruce, who reacted as expected, and Bruce wasn't the first to react so violently.

In his opinion, Bruce is really a brainless playboy as rumored, unable to see his situation clearly, even if he has been reduced to a prisoner, he still thinks that he is still sitting on the throne, with the crown on his head and ordering others, which is really stupid and arrogant.

Himmler takes Bruce to a room where the purpose of the room is clear and there is nothing but a bed where Bruce looks vulgar and tasteful.

“... What does this do? Mr. Himmler"

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Bruce, it's just a pleasant collaboration"

"I said, I didn't..."

"Ahh What do you like about children, what do you like about children? Cute face, simple character, abundant energy and.... Smooth skin... I'm right, Mr. Bruce."

Himmler sat casually on the edge of the bed, the corners of his mouth slightly curled and the scheming tone of his voice disgusted Bruce to the extreme.

I estimated the time in my heart, and it was still a little far from the agreed time, and now was not the time to tear my face, although I hated it, but I had to drag this guy for a while.....

"I said it! Not! Yes! ”

"Really? Mr. Bruce, if I'm not mistaken, you adopted that called... When Dick was a child, there were already rumors"

"That's just a rumor spread by a competitor"

"That.... Why did that kid named Dick leave home as soon as he started school? Rumor has it that .... He can finally get rid of your harassment..."

Bruce's eager tone convinced Himmler of his guess.

He had done his investigation that the kid named Dick had already moved out of Wayne Manor, rented a house near his school, and had not really returned to Wayne Manor since he moved out. So he was pretty sure that considering how much effort it took for Wayne Corporation's PR department to suppress the rumor in the first place, Himmler was pretty sure that even if Bruce Wayne wasn't as obsessed as Chris, he must have had a fairly and conscious inclination.

Bruce didn't answer this question, just stared at Himmler with a straight face, delaying as much time as possible...........