When Roy said goodbye to Mr. Smith, the entrepreneur and his security chief were eager to know how the case went.

"Oh, I've pretty much figured it out." "The rest of the work is to arrest people." ”

When the two of them heard this, their eyes lit up, and they asked eagerly, "How is it?" What's going on? ”

"I believe that the lady who calls herself Linda Fran is a seasoned and highly skilled veteran. She slipped to the twenty-second floor in a matter of minutes, first turning off the fan blades in the vents in the vault, then turning off the surveillance for fifteen seconds. Then, by some means, I guess ultrasound, she was informed of a cat that had been hiding in a storage room on the twenty-fourth floor. The well-trained cat crawled into the vault through the ventilation hole, bypassed your complicated security system, and swaggered back to the locker with the 'Eye of Hevestos' in his mouth. The lady then took her cat out of the window of the downstairs storage room, and I suspect she may have jumped onto the opposite roof with the help of a rope or something—it didn't seem very far away, and it shouldn't be difficult to do. ”

The two of them were stunned when they heard this.

"Do you have proof?" Milan asked with a stammer.

Roy shrugged, "No." I'm just coming up with the only plausible explanation. ”

"Impossible!" Milanci exclaimed, "Linda, she's the nicest person I've ever met, she's not some snitch who walks on the wall!" ”

"In that case, you can prove her innocence for yourself, if you can prove that this Linda Fran you said really exists." "But I'm going to keep going my way." What we're dealing with now may be more than just an ordinary snitch. If you've ever heard of her name, I'm honored to be here to tell you that the woman who infiltrated the building yesterday and stole the Eye of Hevestos was the legendary Catwoman of Gotham. ”

"So, we're going to catch Catwoman now?" Barbara asked, sitting sideways at her computer desk.

"That's probably what it is." Roy said as he moved his head away from the microscope, "The fur found under the vents came from a wild black cat, and I was right. ”

Catwoman is the most famous snitch in the city of Gotham, and it is said that there is nothing she can't steal. And her arrogance certainly caught Batman's attention, after all, this is Batman's territory. After a confrontation between the two, Batman seems to find out Catwoman's identity, but for some reason he never mentions her, he doesn't tell anyone who she is, not even Nightwing, who is closest to him.

Aside from Batman himself, it's likely that the only one who knows Catwoman's true identity is Alfred, the butler.

"Why don't I call Bruce right now and explain the case and ask who Catwoman is?" Barbara asked.

Roy shook his head: "Since he refuses to say, then he must have his own reasons, and it is estimated that you will ask in vain." ”

After a pause, he showed an interested expression: "And if Batman can find out who she is, why can't I?" I'll unmask her in my own way. ”

Barbara understood. She knew the person in front of her very well, and for him, the process of solving the puzzle was far more important than the solution to the puzzle. If Bruce had really given him the answer to his question on the phone, he would have felt that the whole case was boring and unmotivating.

"And you seem to have any clues?" She asked.

Roy nodded, "I'm going to visit the bar that Mr. David Milanch gave me and the address of the fictitious lady Linda Fran to see if I can find anything." ”

Linda Fran's address was also in Blake, and when Roy went to that address, he was not surprised to find that there was no one living there. The enthusiastic landlady told him that there was a woman who had rented the house for two months at a high price, but had already left in a hurry last night. Roy went in as a detective consultant for the GCPD and found nothing of value.

This Catwoman is so cunning that there is not a single hair left in all the rooms for DNA testing. Everything that might have left her trail was cleaned up.

Reluctantly, Roy continued to the bar to see if he could find any clues.

The bar was bustling with activity, colorful lights flickering back and forth in the dimly lit room, and Roy squeezed through the crowd to the counter and sat in front of a bartender.

"Just give me a cup of coffee." Roy said, putting a dollar bill on the counter.

The bartender nodded, accepted the bill, and began to mix coffee.

Roy watched his movements and asked as if he were chatting casually, "You look like you've been here for a long time." ”

The bartender smiled, "How so?" ”

"Namebrand." Roy gestured to the sign with his name on his chest, "It's older than your colleagues' signs." ”

The bartender smiled, "yes, I've been working here for a few years." ”

"So you're very impressed with the customers here?" Roy asked.

"Not necessarily, it depends on what kind of person you are."

"Last month, on Friday, there was a very beautiful girl sitting here, remember? Green eyes, blonde hair, and a very irritating figure? Roy asked, following the description of Mr. David Milanch, "If I'm not mistaken, her name seems to be Linda Fran." ”

The bartender shrugged: "I don't remember much." ”

"Oh, that's terrible. We had a perfect night that day, and I don't think I'll go crazy if I don't find her again. Roy made an exaggerated look of chagrin.

"Take it easy, buddy." The bartender pushed the coffee over, "I've seen a lot of people like you in this situation I've been here for so long." You have to believe that if you really have fate, you will see each other again. I've seen a lot of examples, like last week."

Roy suddenly interrupted him: "By the way, in the week of last month, I remember that Bruce Wayne said that he would start a project in this neighborhood to help more poor families live in high-quality housing, and there was a lot of opposition from people? ”

The bartender thought for a moment: "yes, there was really a lot of trouble on this street in those days. There were marches almost every day, and our corner bar was the first to bear the brunt, and there were several times when people rushed in to make trouble. I remember that there seemed to be media running in with cameras on their backs."

"Thank you very much for your help." Roy stood up unexpectedly and drank the coffee in front of him under the bartender's strange gaze, "Great help." ”