Bruce spent a long time in the institute and never got any clues from the Mad Hatter's mouth that would be useful to Batman.

When he left the institute, he made a promise of additional funds to Davis, which made Davis's always serious face smile.

As soon as he returned to the manor, Bruce immediately changed into a bat costume and looked like he was going to go out.

"You're going out so early today?"

Alfred glanced at the time on the computer, the sun hadn't set yet, and Batman rarely showed up at such a time.

"Well, I'm going to check that house again"

The Mad Hatter had a lot to say about his achievements, but with what Bruce knew about him, he was probably hiding the most important thing.

The idea of building an artificial spinal cord with a pair of primary and secondary microchips does sound tempting. But if that main chip doesn't just have control over a secondary chip......

Once again, Bruce arrives at the house where the murder occurred. The sun hadn't set yet, and everything in the house was much clearer than the last time I saw it.

The furniture in the room had not been disposed of, but it had all been piled up. The police have removed all cordons, and the owner of the house plans to renovate the house in the near future and rent it out, and he must hurry up to find the chip.

I adjusted the precise scanning function on the mask and began to scan the entire room in detail.

With advanced technology, nothing can be hidden in any crevice.

There was a rusty bullet embedded in the wooden railing of the handrail, it was relatively old but it was nothing, this kind of thing was normal like air in Gotham.

In a gap in the wooden floor was a peanut that had fallen into it at some point.

After repeating a pointless search for half a day, Bruce decided to take a different approach.

[If it were me, where would I put it?] 】

Pondered for a moment the material he had obtained from Gordon.

According to the victim's colleagues, the victim has been very happy recently, and it has also been revealed that he may have an extra income recently. Most of his colleagues thought he had bought a lottery ticket and shouted that he must be treated to a treat.

Judging by the victim's attitude, this thing should not have been picked up by him, and he knew that he would get a sum of money through this. The biggest possibility is that someone asked him to carry something. However, there was a one-day gap between the victim's colleague providing this clue and the victim's death, and if it was a delivery to pick up the money, there was no reason why it would not be sent immediately.

Is it the person who is looking for him to deliver the goods at the specified delivery time? This one is possible. There is also a possibility that it is not to ask him to deliver the goods, but to let him keep it temporarily.

So for such a thing, if it were him, where would he put it?

The police had taken some of the contents of the room, and from Gordon's feedback, there was no such thing as a chip. If it exists, then it should still be in this room.

Bruce thought as he walked towards the bedroom on the second floor. Pushing open the bedroom door, his eyes swept around the simple bedroom and landed on the somewhat shabby bed.

It took a little effort to find a matchbox from the worn mattress, and when it was opened, there was a chip lying quietly, exactly like the one he had seen in the institute during the day.

Looking at the chip, Bruce felt the need to pay a visit to the Mad Hatter...........

Jervis was testing his chip with a machine when a gust of wind blew open the window and he sighed:

"Won't you go through the front door?"

Jervis looked disapprovingly at the man who suddenly appeared quietly in the shadowy corner of the room.

"Why did you hire someone to search that house?"

Ignoring the Mad Hatter's complaints, Batman asked in his characteristic voice.

"Which room?"

The problem is ignored, much to the mad hatter's displeasure. In response to his rhetorical question, Batman just watched him quietly until he himself gave up on this shoddy lie.

"You said the one who was killed, I have something in his"

Batman didn't take his words, still staring at him in his original position.

"Hmmm! That one... I just gave the spare main core to the man for a temporary time because of my recent relationship with a colleague... Sort of..."

Seeing that Batman didn't say anything about his answer, the mad hat merchant said in a hurry.

The Mad Hatter said that these Batmen believed it. Although this guy is a top scientist, he is an authority on neurology. But the personality is really bad, otherwise he wouldn't have become one of his most stinging enemies, but just because the relationship with his colleagues was a little strained, he handed over such an important chip to an ordinary person for safekeeping?

"What are you thinking about the Mad Hatter?"

Bruce knew these guys, and said that it was absolutely impossible for him to change his ways, and that the Mad Hatter must have something in mind.

"What's the idea? Am I just hired to work with this institute to conduct my research? ”

Batman came out of the shadows and lifted the short man up, and asked in a low voice:

"How do you control others?"

But this time, the Mad Hatter didn't show a little fear of Batman's behavior, but said with the attitude you want to take me:

"No, my research project is a virtual artificial spinal cord, which works to replace the ruptured spinal cord for signal transduction"

The Mad Hatter slapped Batman's hand on his collar without paying attention, and said proudly. He wasn't worried about getting beaten up like he used to.

"When a human spinal cord is injured, it rarely breaks off somewhere, as one might think. Your method can only work for a small group of people, what are you thinking? ”

Batman is well-versed in biology, and he knows very well that this chip of the Mad Hatter is more symbolic than practical, which is not in line with the character of the Mad Hatter he knows.

"That's not right, isn't there anything wrong with me using my knowledge to develop a cross-generational product?"

The mad hatter's ugly face gave a weird smile to look at Batman. Without his tall top hat, the Mad Hatter looked even smaller, and with his expression at the moment, he looked almost like a monkey. He knew Batman, and this man would never do anything to him at this moment, just because he was not a criminal now.

Batman stared at him in silence for a moment and said nothing, just turned and walked to the open window, and jumped out of the lab.

Looking at Batman who disappeared into the night, the ugly face of the mad hatter was completely indescribable torn apart by the excited smile:

"Do you know if you found that chip?"