Brian Wade is a principal engineer at Wade Design. The company has now been incorporated into the Wayne Enterprises. The company designed a number of buildings for the city last year and played a pivotal role in Bruce Wayne's Gotham Revival Plan.

Boss Bruce Wayne himself was very fond of the engineer. Wade's love for Gotham City is touching, and he has an equal love for the good and the bad. In fact, Wade's buildings have always represented the light of day and the dark of the night in a unique way.

He used to believe that the halls of light were for people to celebrate, and the dark corners were the refraction of the heart.

But now, he's dead, leaving behind a lucrative legacy and an empty house in the luxury district of Gotham.

Roy and Barbara jumped through the skylight and landed on the fluffy dark gray carpet in the center of the room. They rummaged around in the room where there was no owner.

The living room and bedroom are connected to each other, with only half a wall in between, and you can even see the LCD TV embedded in the bedroom wall from the sofa in the living room.

Roy groped his hand along the side wall leading to the bedroom, tapping lightly, carefully discerning the sounds, and then stopped at some point.

Architects like Wade always like to design their own homes with something special for themselves.

Roy clenched his fist and slammed a powerful punch into the wall, leaving a conspicuous cobweb-like crack in his strengthened arm. Roy added another fist, and the central part had begun to peel off, revealing a blue-gray alloy door.

Barbara was attracted by his movements, glanced at him and asked, "Ha, a safe hidden in the wall?" ”

"I couldn't find an activator, so I chose a slightly more brutal and direct way." Roy said lightly, "It's quite effective, isn't it?" ”

Of course, the safe was locked, but it didn't take him long. Prie open the cabinet door, and Roy pulled out a few small notebooks with delicate covers, as well as some other paper documents.

"Travel Logs." "The FFA still allows private jets to keep their flight records private, but the flights themselves must be recorded in case of a formal police investigation or subpoena," Roy said. ”

"Nothing special, wait," Barbara frowned after flipping through her travel journal as well, "this date." ”

Roy nodded, "Yes." If the travel logs weren't falsified, Brian Wade himself wasn't in Gotham at the time of the Penguin's murder. ”

Speaking of which, the two of them noticed an extremely slight movement in the door behind them almost at the same moment.

Mr. Brian Wade, who was as fat as a ball, appeared in the doorway and shouted, "Bats! You shouldn't be here! ”

Along with his words, there was also a tongue of fire from the flamethrower in his hand. Fierce flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun, like a raging wave.

The two of them reacted at the same time, rolling on the spot and hiding behind the wall and coffee table that separated the two halls. The flames drove away the darkness in the room and ignited a patch on the surface of the coffee table.

"I think I can say the same thing to you, Wade." Barbara crouched behind the coffee table and said aloud, "As a dead man, you are the last person you should be here." ”

"Yes, there are some rumors that I am dead." As he spoke, he continued to breathe tongues of fire, and the flames gushing out of the muzzle of the gun seemed to become more violent, spreading from the coffee table to all directions, threatening to set the whole house on fire at any moment.

Roy leaned his back against the wall, and the black dart was flung out of his hand, whirling and volleying in mid-air, and lunging straight at Wade.

"Ahh

The dart was nailed to his fat head, and Wade couldn't help but let go and threw down the flamethrower, covered his head and turned to run through the door.

"Chase." Roy said briefly, and the man had chased him out.

"Hey! Wait a minute, Mr. Chubby! Barbara jumped over the burning coffee table, hurried over the living room, and shouted, "We're not done yet!" ”

Five or six steps out of the room was the first corner, and when Roy arrived, Wade was already in the elevator at the end, and the door was slowly closing.

Without much thought, Roy quickly raised his arm and the zipline shot out. The moment the whistling zipline was about to catch up, the door closed, and the hook flicked back on the metal panel.

Barbara followed suit.

Roy came to the elevator, slammed open the elevator door with his powerful arms, and said, "The bottom floor of the elevator goes directly to the subway station, and the number of floors stops at the bottom floor." He wanted to leave by subway -- we had to make sure that didn't happen. ”

The two jumped into the elevator shaft one after another, fell to the top of the elevator parked underground, pried open the skylight and got in.

When the Winged Knight and the Batgirl enter the crowded subway station through the elevator door one after the other, the reaction can be imagined. The people stopped, looking at them both curiously and nervously.

Roy strode as if no one was around, and Barbara waved to the crowd and explained, "Don't panic, everyone, we're just looking for someone." ”

Roy activated the facial recognition software in his helmet, and the scan frame in front of him swept over the faces of everyone around him, but the result was "no matching recognition" without exception.

"How?" Barbara asked, leaning behind him.

Roy shook his head slightly, not answering directly. He walked towards the crowd on one side, and the few people standing there unconsciously moved out of the way.

Roy crouched down and picked up the tiny batrang on the ground.

Winged Knight Stronghold.

The dart that had fallen from Wade's body was placed on a miniature shelf, and two lasers staggered across its surface.

"DNA scan, re-analysis of Brian Wade, 100% match." The computer quickly came to a conclusion.

Roy folded his hands and chin in his hands, staring at the "100%" progress bar on the screen.

"Impossible, it doesn't make sense." Barbara sat down in a chair in front of the computer desk on one side of him and said, "None of these things Brian did—any one of them, it didn't make sense. His body is back to health, his business is thriving, and more importantly, he is a good person. I believe so, and Bruce always believes so. Why did he abandon all this? Just to kill a few low-end thugs? In the end, he faked the illusion of his own death."

"Or is it the simplest answer?" Roy suddenly spoke, "Or is this not him?" ”

"Impossible." Barbara said, "The way in which imitation is known to be someone else can be detected with detailed monitoring." But this guy's blood sample survived all the tests and the DNA was 100% compliant."

She sighed, "I'll continue to do more in-depth inspections to see if there's anything missing." ”

Roy nodded: "I'll go to Wayne Enterprise tomorrow morning to see if anyone who knows him well has noticed anything unusual about him." (To be continued.) )