Dick took a quick shortcut to John's quarters, but was left empty, and all the necessary household items in the room were taken away. He wasn't surprised at all, as soon as a safe home for someone like John was found, they would move immediately. Turning on the computer on his arm, a red dot was quickly displayed on the projected virtual screen, which was the tracker on John's shoes he had installed.

The red dot moves very fast, as if driving out of Gotham.

"Tsk, this speed probably can't catch up"

Dick was a little upset, he was a little careless, he didn't expect this John to have something to hide.

Glancing around the room, he figured out if he could find what he was looking for, after all, it was a big problem, and John probably wouldn't take it with him.

"Aren't you going to chase him?"

The voice behind him made Dick furrow.

"Didn't you stop coming tonight?"

Jason sat by the window and watched Dick, who seemed to be busy in the house for a long time.

"If I don't come, you won't even know where he's gone."

Jason rushed over as soon as he knew that Dick had let "Charlie" go, and with what he knew about "Charlie", the man would have run away.

"I know, I pressed the tracker on him, but it was too fast and I should have driven away"

Dick rolled his eyes, how did he think Jason was underestimating him a little, was it because they were not much different in age? Although there is not much difference in age, but the experience is not a little bit worse, he followed Bruce when he was nine years old and began to fight criminals, okay?

“.. That car should have broken down halfway through."

"What?"

Jason's words caught Dick's attention, and he turned around to see Jason, who was sitting at the window, throwing something in his right hand, and by the moonlight, Dick found that it should be some part of the car....

“... Is it the car I imagined? ”

"What did you say?"

“... Well done! ”

The two men rode the locomotive and chased along the tracker's signal, and a strong smell of gasoline along the way explained the problem, just like Jason said, the red dot suddenly slowed down halfway. At the speed of Dick's modified locomotive, the two of them quickly chased near the signal, and a stationary car on the road was identified by Jason as the car they were looking for, but there was no half of the car in the car at the moment.

"Ran away?"

Jason looked at the empty car, a little irritated.

"In the Vicinity"

Dick glanced at the radar, and the signal was not far from their location, coming from the bushes on the side of the road.

"Stay Here"

Dick whispered a whisper in Jason's ear, and then quietly touched the location of the signal. The signal was getting closer and closer, but the process was too smooth and Dick felt uneasy, and the position of the signal never changed.

“.... Don't? ”

An idea popped into Dick's head, and he quickly rushed to the location of the signal, and as expected, he saw a pile of discarded clothes, including the pair of shoes with trackers.

“.... Damn it! ”

The reason why Dick attaches the tracker to his shoes is because people usually don't change their shoes when they are cross-dressing, and the shoes are more limited in hiding and carrying than easy to wear clothes, and the average person will not notice the shoes. But this time, the other party is an experienced intelligence dealer, I'm afraid that even the underwear and underwear have been replaced, plus that guy has a fake face, it will be very difficult to find him after tonight...........

Just as Dick was thinking about where to start, there was a sound of fighting on the road, mixed with a scream.

"Robin!"

Dick hurried over, and then saw a man lying motionless next to his locomotive, while Jason stood by with a long stick. The state of the scene was clear at a glance, and Dick didn't even have the desire to ask what was going on.

"Is that him?"

Dick asked Jason, and got an affirmative answer.

Walked over and carefully observed the person lying on the ground, the face was obviously not "John" or "Charlie", it was an ordinary appearance that could not be found in the crowd, groped carefully along the sideburns, found the adhesion of the mask, and after carefully tearing it off, John's pale face appeared in Dick's sight.

After looking up and motioning for Jason to hide, Dick doused John with a bottle of water.

"We meet again"

Nightwing grinned as he looked at the man who had been woken up by freezing.

"I've told you everything I know!"

John didn't expect to be found, and he yelled at Nightwing in annoyance.

"I just came to ask you for something, hand over that code paper"

Dick didn't talk nonsense to him, and explained his intentions straightforwardly.

“... Miscellaneous... What code paper? ”

"Don't pretend to be garlic, the code paper you're going to trade with Lex Luthor"

Dick has always been very strange, that note is not a good thing for John, the scarecrow is looking for it by any means, if he guessed correctly, this ingredient is the most critical ingredient in the scarecrow's poison gas, without which the poison gas cannot continue to be produced, so he will do whatever it takes to find it, but for John, this thing will only cause trouble, just give the scarecrow and sell a favor, why would they be so persistent in refusing to hand over the ingredients?

The answer is that someone will pay for it.

When Esma handed it over to the man, he must have said that someone would buy it at a high price, but he probably didn't say Luther's name, so John and they didn't know who to sell it to, so they had to take it.

However, when Nightwing went to John to ask questions, he indirectly told John who the potential customer was - Lex. Luther.

"I don't know what you're going to say"

“... You should know that you only have half of the stuff in your hand, Luthor is a shrewd businessman, do you think he will pay for half of it? ”

“.... I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just hiding from the scarecrow."

Seeing that John still refused to let go, Dick thought for a moment, and then said:

"You really want me to give you to the scarecrow?"

“... You're not going to do that, you guys..."

Nightwing's words succeeded in causing John's fear.

"Half of the ingredients are in our hands anyway, so it's not a big deal to hand them over to the scarecrow"

Nightwing looked at John with an indifferent attitude, and after a long time, John finally compromised, pulled a note out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Dick unfolded the note and looked at it, the font was exactly the same as the one in Batman's hand, and the content was still inexplicable, but since Esma told John that this thing could be sold, it must not be the kind of thing that needs a comparison table to translate, it must have some kind of linguistic pattern.

"Thanks buddy, this thing is in lieu of pay"

Nightwing placed something in John's hand, and John almost tilted his nose in anger when he saw what it was, and he wondered why the car he had just maintained was leaking oil.

Nightwing paid no attention to John's anger and rode off the road with what he wanted, into the woods.

"Just leave him alone, okay?"

The locomotive stopped under a tree, and Jason quickly jumped out of the tree and sat in the back seat and asked.

"He doesn't know much, and no one will trust him very much from an intelligence dealer like him who is temporarily used for use"

"I still don't understand, aren't they in the same group?"

On the way back, Jason still had a lot of questions to ask.

"No, it seems that there are three separate forces now, Luthor should be in a gang with Esma, but Esma has his own plans to get involved with the scarecrow, and the guy who kidnapped you was purely involved, so the scarecrow may not be afraid that we will find Luther, but that Luthor will find him"

Dick's words made Jason a little puzzled, weren't they all poison gasses?

Go back to the Batcave, scan the note in your hand into the computer, and decrypt and compare it with the information stored in the computer before.

The decryption software used the known method to efficiently arrange and combine the two passwords, but it has never been able to find a method.

Dick looked at the two paper passwords in his hand, these were two separate pieces of paper, there was no connection, Esma's guy wrote half on one piece of paper and the other half on the other, so it was impossible to tell which one was in front and which one was behind.

"Is it going in the wrong direction again?"

Dick looked at the decryption software that was always in operation, and Jason turned the two pieces of paper around and looked at them, trying to see some clues.

"Dick"

Jason asked as he suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong?"

"You said Luthor and Bruce have about the same IQ."

"yes"

"This note was sold directly to Luther, and if he could solve it, wouldn't Bruce be able to do it too?"

“.... Sorry, Jason, but I'd like to do it myself."

Jason said that Dick knows, maybe it will be solved soon when it is handed over to Bruce, after all, having a complete password is not the same difficulty as having only half of the password, but Dick still wants to solve it himself, he has been with Bruce for so long, there is no reason that Bruce knows the decryption method he doesn't know.

“......”

Jason looked at Dick's busy back and stopped talking, he was surprised that both Dick and Bruce were telling him to learn to ask for help, but they themselves had no idea of asking for help.

Looking at Dick, who didn't intend to deal with him in the slightest, Jason picked up two more pieces of paper and looked at them over and over again, holding them up and putting them down.

Occasionally, he proposed something like "soak it in water to see if there are any invisible words" or "burn it with fire to see if there are any invisible words", but Dick denied it.

In the end, Jason still didn't resist the dust of the sandman, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he was about to close, he muttered:

"You say, could it be written in an interpolation, that's the kind of... One word writes.. This way.. A word to write that...."

Jason didn't know that Dick stared at his sleeping face for a long time after hearing this, and then turned around and gave a new command to the computer.