"Anything new?"

Alfred asked as he looked at the man who was sitting at the lab table as soon as he came back and was testing a chip in all directions.

"Not at the moment"

The old man had no choice but to leave the cave and go to the kitchen to prepare some supper.

Bruce sat in front of the instrument and looked at the test results that popped up on the computer.

It was a very ordinary ingredient that worked as he expected, and it was transformed and upgraded on the basis of the Mad Hatter's original chip, and the chip in the large bedroom was of no special use if it was not buried in the head.

Bruce carefully recalled the Mad Hatter's words and the expression on his face. Judging by his experience, the Mad Hatter wasn't lying, but he certainly had something to hide.

If the Mad Hatter hadn't lied, then the family's death should have nothing to do with him.

I carefully read the information given by Gordon again, and there was no other clue at all except that the family died by shooting, and even the surrounding residents only heard the sound of gunshots and shattering, and there was nothing of value other than that.

In the room, apart from the bodies of the victim's family, the only thing in the room was the gun that the man used to defend himself. When the police found the gun, there were no bullets inside, and there were only the fingerprints of a man on the gun.

The police have considered past domestic violence and suicide, but no matter where the results come from, this conclusion is untenable.

The man had no history of drug use, and the autopsy showed no signs of drug use. He wasn't a bad drinker, he had a good temper, and most importantly, his wife was pregnant again, so he was always happy.

This can be confirmed from the woman's autopsy results, and the fetus in the womb is almost 4 months old.

The woman also had no history of drug abuse, worked odd jobs at a nearby restaurant, and according to the confessions of everyone in their network, the two were very affectionate and had never had a domestic violence incident.

I also considered whether it would lead to love killings because of emotional problems, but when I visited the surroundings, this possibility was ruled out.

Both of them are the kind of people who are very loyal to their partners, and according to their colleagues and friends, they basically only need to see one of them to see the other, so it is unlikely that they will kill each other.

The remaining possibilities are just burglary, but this not-so-wealthy family shouldn't be the target of a burglary.

If this possibility is also ruled out, then there is a reason that no one else wants to be true - racial assassination.

There are always some people who are strongly hostile to people who are different from them, and some people who will blatantly attack others, and this kind of person is easy to find. The problem is that there are still some people who don't show that they have extreme racial tendencies, and some people are even members of racist opposition groups, but these people will do more radical things in private.

If the family of three was killed for this reason, the chances of solving the case were slim to none, and the probability was as difficult as walking on the road and being hit by a bullet falling from the sky.

Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, he had been sleeping hard lately, and as a result, he felt a little headache for a while. After removing the chip from the testing instrument and placing it in the container, Bruce thought that was the end of the day.

When he returned to Wayne Manor, he met Alfred with a supper, and saw that Bruce had taken off his uniform and looked like he was going to rest, which made Alfred feel a little surprised:

"Do you want to rest early today?"

"Well, the headache is a bit terrible."

Hearing Bruce say this, Alfred noticed Bruce's somewhat ugly face:

"Oh, you don't look good, please rest early"

Bruce nodded and headed for his bedroom.

The headache was getting worse and worse, and when he pushed open the door of his bedroom, a dull pain suddenly sounded in his head that made him almost unable to move an inch, and finally threw himself into the bed, and when his head hit the soft pillow, the pain like being hit by a hammer was slightly lessened. A strong feeling of exhaustion immediately swept over his body, forcing him to abandon his bedtime bathing habit.

"It seems like I've been sleeping a little too little lately"

As he closed his eyes, Bruce thought in a daze.

Batman has qualities that surpass the limits of the human body, and he can also rely on strong willpower to stay awake for long periods of time, but he is not superhuman after all, and he can't get rid of all the fatigue by basking in the sun.

After Jason's death, Bruce had taken up very little sleep and even less, which may be the reason why he suddenly felt extremely tired today.

When Alfred walked into Bruce's bedroom with painkillers and sleeping pills, he found that Bruce had fallen into a complete sleep today. Glancing at the man who hadn't even had time to put the quilt on, Alfred quietly exited the room, not wanting to interrupt Bruce's rare natural sleep.

No one noticed that the chip in the vessel emitted a very faint purple light, flickering in a rhythm in the underground cavern that had returned to darkness.

Bruce could feel a severe headache even in his sleep, and could faintly hear someone talking.

The sound was high and low, and he wanted to see what it was, but his body seemed to lose control and couldn't move at all.

There was a man's voice, which sounded somewhat like his deceased father. And the voice of a woman, like his mother.

The two voices alternated, one high and one low, as if they were discussing something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Occasionally, a familiar voice will interject a sentence or two, and it sounds like.... Jason's voice.

Bruce struggled to wake up and see what the sound was, but all his efforts failed. The voice began to fade and seemed to fade away, and he tried to get up to see if it was what he had guessed, but his body could not move. But every time he wanted to give up, the three voices began to grow louder, talking about situations that he seemed to hear but couldn't hear clearly, and this state kept on and on.

"Master Bruce?"

A familiar voice interjects into this endless loop, finally pulling Bruce's consciousness back to reality. When he opened his eyes, Alfred's familiar face showed a worried expression.

"Ah Fu? I.. What's wrong? ”

"You've been dreaming"

Bruce sat up tiredly and looked out the window at the sunny day:

"What time is it?"

"It's noon, Master Bruce"

Bruce hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and Alfred had opted out a few times when he came in and saw that he was still asleep, until he came in and found that Bruce had been dreaming non-stop.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing that Bruce's spirit did not get better as expected, Alfred asked worriedly.

“... You should have called me earlier, there was this morning..."

"It's just a routine shareholder meeting, I've already called Lucius"

Nothing is more important than Bruce's health, it's just a routine shareholder meeting, and it's not the first time Bruce has been dropped.

Bruce didn't react to Alfred's words, and seemed to sit back to sleep.

“.... Please have a bite to eat, and I'll give Dr. Leslie a call to ask her to come over."

“... No, it's not necessary, it's just a not-so-good dream."

Bruce rejected Alfred's offer, which was nothing more than a dream.

"No, it's necessary, sir."

Alfred took his insistence and vetoed Bruce's objections.

When the objection failed, Bruce had to eat a casual meal and wait for his more worried personal doctor to come over.

Dr. Leslie quickly arrives and scolds Alfred when he sees Bruce's state.

"It's just a little nervous, I need to have a good rest."

After careful examination, Leslie finally relented.

"I slept too late last night, is there anything unusual?"

“... No, it was just a strange dream."

Bruce's answer made the two old men exchange strange looks.

"Dreams? What's the content? ”

“... Can't remember."

Bruce doesn't remember what the dream was, only vaguely remembers that he seemed to be chasing something in the dream.

Hearing Bruce say this, Leslie didn't say anything, just prescribed some sleep aids and left.

"There are some things that can only be done by himself.."

It was the last thing Leslie had left before leaving, and Alfred certainly understood it.

Some things can only be relied on by himself, and no matter how much others say, it is useless............