"Still trying to find out where the clown is?" Barbara asked, sipping on her drink.

Roy was engrossed in the microscope Barbara had given him, correcting without raising his head: "Actually, this time it's not a clown, it's just an inferior imitator." It shouldn't be too difficult, because he is not as smart as the clown, clumsily leaving clues to follow. ”

"So may I ask you about your progress?"

After staring at the eyepiece of the microscope for about half a minute, Roy finally looked up and said, "Your dad proudly told me that his baby daughter is a top student, and I think you can come and see for yourself." ”

Barbara smiled confidently: "Look at my sister." ”

Roy stepped out of the way and leaned her in front of the microscope. After observing for a moment, she asked in a half-questioning tone, "Is this some kind of alcohol?" ”

"Exactly." Roy nodded, "The Gotham police shoveled down the small shoe prints left on the windowsill at the scene of the foul, and I asked for a sample." This is one of the ingredients I extracted in it, and I believe the main ingredients are polyethylene glycol and butylene glycol. Does it remind you of anything? ”

Barbara thought for a moment: "Moisturizer? ”

Roy clapped his hands: "Look, as I said, you're also very talented in this business!" ”

"How many times have I said it, my sister used to be very powerful." Barbara said.

Roy continued, "And, before that, I had extracted some other ingredient, which I believe should be mostly chalk. So, now we're just going to do that."

"Locate a cosmetics processing plant where chalk can be found." Barbara said.

"Exactly!" Roy had already taken out his mobile phone, "I'll notify your dad now to screen out the locations where Gotham meets the conditions according to this condition, and the Gotham Police Department will check them one by one." ”

"Or you have an easier option."

"Oh?" Roy looked at Barbara questioningly.

She smiled mischievously, "If you want to find a cosmetics processing factory in the city, why not ask a native Gotham girl?" ”

Roy was stunned and smiled: "Then there is labor." ”

Barbara put down her drink and returned to her desk to open her laptop. Clicking on her usual collection, she actually sorted out the brand information and manufacturers of every cosmetic product commonly used by all women in Gotham every day, and even the production address of each brand is attached.

"There it is." In a matter of moments, she came up with an address, "The Brandon Processing Plant, which just closed a month ago." You can find it in the Kington district. ”

"Good, that's where I'm going now." With that, Roy immediately went to put on his gear, and within a minute he was already jumping out of the window.

Barbara looked at his back, shrugged her shoulders, and said to herself, "'Thank you for your help, and your microscope, Xiaoba.'" 'You're welcome, that's what I'm supposed to do. It doesn't matter, I don't expect you to say that anyway. ”

The speeding Batmobile stops near an old make-up shop, and Roy jumps from the car and ziplines onto the roof. Squatting by the skylight on the roof, he turned on his night vision devices and looked inside.

It was pitch black in the huge factory, and only a faint light could be seen in the aisle leading in, which should be a little bit of light from someone lighting on the other side of the aisle.

Roy jumped silently from the rooftop, groping his way in the aisle as lightly as he could.

The further you go in, the brighter the light becomes. There was a lamp lit on the other side, placed on a clean table. A figure is lying on his stomach at a table, sitting in a scarlet chair with a backrest. The lamp illuminated his wide top hat and seemed to be asleep.

Roy silently approached behind him, still unaware.

Roy swooped out, grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him off his chair with a vigorous tug.

Unexpectedly, this person softened as if he was dead, and there was no reflex to be pulled up.

No, because he's not a man at all. If you look at the face from the front, you can see that every line that makes up his face is so rough, and the stereotyped expression looks so fake. It's just a life-size doll disguised as sleeping on a table.

And after Roy's vigorous pull, the doll's already poor quality head rolled to the ground with a "click", revealing a lead in the neck, and the tongue of fire was about to devour this thread.

In an instant, he understood the situation.

Roy quickly threw the doll down, turned and ran, shooting the zipline, using the pull of the zipline to rush forward, and the whole person shot at the nearest window like an arrow.

At the moment when he covered his head with his hands and smashed through the window and rushed out, there was a violent explosion behind him.

The flames spread rapidly under the shockwave, and in the blink of an eye, they swept through the entire factory, chasing after Roy who jumped out of the window. Roy's black figure burst out of the fiery flames, landed on the concrete floor, and then landed in a half-crouched position, like a terminator.

The sound of the explosion alarmed people in the surrounding streets. Cars and locomotives stopped on the streets, and they looked at the exploding factories and fires along with the pedestrians.

Roy came out in time and didn't suffer any injuries. But now, he may have to retract the words "this inferior imitator is not at all comparable to the genuine clown, and should be easy to deal with". Because it turns out that his discovery this time is just stepping on a trap of the other party.

But looking around, he suddenly felt that it might not be for nothing.

When an accident occurs, the crowd naturally comes down to watch, which is the same in any country or region, because it is human nature. They have a total of three kinds of psychology. First, they fear for their safety. After confirming that they are safe from the accident, their curiosity will drive them to try to figure out what has just happened. If this question is answered, they will wonder what kind of consequences this will have for which units.

And the only person at the scene who thinks differently from all of the above people will often turn around and run the moment they confirm that the accident has occurred.

Because they are the ones who know the ins and outs of the accident, and they are often the criminals.

For example, a gentleman wearing a bowler hat with a wide brim, a black umbrella in his hand, and a gray trench coat walking out of Roy's field of vision, with his back to him, has already entered the subway station.

Without further ado, Roy immediately rushed forward at full speed, and shouted to Barbara through the communicator as he ran, "Oracle! I need you to force a stop on all lines at my Kington subway station as quickly as possible! Be quick! ”

Then, without waiting for a response, he quickly rushed in. People in the subway station watched in amazement as a man in a black mask rushed in like a black man, leaping over the turnstile and rushing to the subway platform.

The man in the trench coat was just in time for the subway, and the door closed the moment Roy jumped onto the platform. The subway began to run slowly.

Without much thought, Roy smashed his head through the subway window and jumped inside, causing the passengers to scream.

"Oh hehe, kid, we're meeting again. Oops, I really didn't mistake you, you actually found me for the second time in such a short time, ahhahahahaha"

The crazy laughter was like a demon, and even Roy, who chased in through the window, was startled, completely unaware that the object he was chasing would be him!

The man in the trench coat lifted his coat and tossed it aside, and the bowler hat was thrown away. With pale skin, bright red lips, and a smile that gives people goosebumps, he is the clown he fought not long ago!