"You dog mongrels, go to work when you're done eating!"

At the fat man's roar, the children hurriedly pulled the remaining rice chops from their plates into their mouths and quickly left the room.

"TMD. These little mongrels are getting more and more edible, and tomorrow the amount will be halved"

Looking at the plates that were as clean as they had been washed, the fat man cursed fiercely.

No one would want to go out at night in Gotham unless it is unavoidable, and the night in Gotham is always the best time to commit a crime.

So after dinner is also the best time for these children to "work", this time there are still a lot of pedestrians on the street, they have enough "prey", but not too late, too late belongs to the Gotham underground bosses, if you don't want to die, don't do anything on the road during that time period.

This is also the first time that Batman has started the night watch so early, usually he is after dinner, looking up the information he needs for a while or exercising, and then starting the night watch, which can ensure that his time and the underground bosses overlap in time, after all, Batman's main target is those guys who control the entire Gotham underground forces, like the fat man in front of him, unless the clues point to, he will not come to him at all.

Obviously, the fat man thinks the same way, and in the underground world of Gotham, Batman's existence can only be heard from when a Gotham boss is sent to Arkham, except for the occasional blurry photo in the newspaper. Other than that, most of the time Batman was nothing more than a legend about Gotham's underworld.

Therefore, the fat man at this moment, holding the bread in his hand tightly, stared at the black figure who appeared by the window with wide eyes.

Hell, when did he come in? The man couldn't figure it out, he was watching TV for a good time, and then turned around and went to the refrigerator to take out the beer, intending to relax while the imps didn't come back. It's just that in such a short period of time, how could there be an extra person in the room where he should have been the only one left?

"Geros. Carter! I have something to ask you."

The Dark Knight turned his head to Geros, his white goggles reflecting an eerie glow in the light, his hoarse voice muffling the sound of the TV and explaining the demon's arrival.

Geros couldn't think of a reason why he would be approached by Batman.

Compared to the others, Geros considers himself a good person, at least definitely not the kind of person who can catch the attention of Gotham lore. He hadn't robbed a bank, he'd never killed anyone, he hadn't sold drugs, and he would occasionally let the kids teleport something he didn't even know what it was, and at most he would let the kids steal something.

“... I.. What am I.. I don't know..."

Geros felt like his tongue had lost sensation, and he almost bit his tongue three times just by saying such a short sentence.

The Dark Knight didn't answer his question, just looked away from him and looked around the room.

Geros felt the heat of the air gradually scorching, making it difficult for him to breathe, something running down his forehead, blurring his eyes and making him unable to see the black figure. Just when he felt that he was about to faint from suffocation, the hoarse voice sounded again:

"A few days ago, a corpse was found on your territory, I want something on the corpse"

Batman didn't say what he was here for.

"I don't know! I really don't know, this is Gotham, there are dead people every day, how do I know..."

Robin didn't give the man a chance to continue, he kicked the man's ass directly, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped on the man's face and said:

"Two days ago, in a dead alley near here, I was covered in knife wounds, my face was severely disfigured, I had a scar on my neck, and I was wearing a high-end suit, this kind of corpse is rare in Gotham."

Jason knows very well that Gotham does have deaths every day, but most of them die from robbery and murder, and crimes like this in order to conceal the identity of the corpse are rare, not that there are no but those who are willing to go to such great lengths to dispose of the corpse are generally the bigwigs in Gotham, and the corpse itself is also very weighty, such as this time it is a professor. But the bigwigs kill people and dump the body, usually it is impossible for ordinary people to find it, because the body is usually disposed of very cleanly, and in most cases these people are registered at the police station as missing.

Robin's words immediately reminded Geros that this kind of corpse was rare in Gotham, just as Robin said.

“... I.. I really don't know."

Geros knew from the time he got the loot from the kids that day that it was going to be a big problem, but he didn't expect it to be so big as to alarm Batman.

Batman knew the heart of crime, and from the look in Geros's eyes, he knew that what he was looking for must be here.

With one hand, he lifted Geros up from the ground and slammed it against the wall.

The feeling of suspension under his feet, the suffocation on his neck, magnified Geros's fear several times.

"Where's the thing?"

The hoarse voice rang out again, and this time Geros didn't hesitate to say it.

"In. . . Under the sofa cushions..."

Batman turned his head to look at Robin, who immediately lifted the worn couch cushion and found a bag of greasy newspaper wrapped in a hole under the cushion.

Opening the package, there were a few other things in it besides the bloodstained watch they were looking for, a note with inexplicable content, a voice recorder, Robin pressed the switch and nothing should be broken; A small bottle covered in layers of plastic bags, even a passport, and some other identification documents, when opened, all the photos were disposed of, but the name on the document was not the one they knew.

"That's all?"

Batman asked, staring at Geros.

"Yes.. Yes, that's all, I know this stuff is a big nuisance, so I'm just looking for a chance to get rid of them, I swear! ”

Geros hurriedly spoke, swearing for fear that Batman would not believe him.

“... Why would you know they're a nuisance? ”

Robin asked in turn.

"Because.... Because of what's in that bottle."

Geros shuddered and pointed to the bottle wrapped in layers of plastic.