Nai Ho Island, in the alley behind an apartment building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Harvey Bullock stood on the balcony outside the alley, smoking one of his favorite cigars, looking at his watch from time to time, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Harvey." A deep voice came from the shadows behind him.

Detective Bullock was startled, and after looking back and seeing that it was the Winged Knight, he couldn't help but say, "I know, stealth mode, you almost made me think that Batman's ghost has been recovered." Do you guys do that? ”

Roy ignored his complaints and asked straight to the point, "Where is the scene?" ”

"Follow me." Bullock pulled open the rusty iron door behind him, "Let me show you today's 'artwork'. ”

Roy followed him into a filthy house. The floor of the room looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a year, and there was all sorts of rubbish and snack bags dating from months ago. The only table was a mess of ink and paint, as well as an upside-down bucket of paint, water dripping down the edge. The walls are covered with paintings, all of which depict Gotham's neighborhoods and cities, but all old and dilapidated houses, not a single modern skyscraper.

And the owner of the house is the most shocking part of this dilapidated house. It was a middle-aged man with a round belly, half-bald on top of his head. He was naked, wearing only a pair of household shorts, his hands spread parallel to the wall, and he was nailed to the wall with ten short knives. More short knives stuck all over his body, shooting him like a hedgehog. Bright red blood stained the wall behind him, forming a pool of blood on the floor. An unpleasant smell of rotting corpses and blood permeated the room, making people feel sick to their stomachs.

"The landlord found him during a routine rent collection." Bullock puffed on his cigar and said, "His registered name is Sam Strieggs, and when we investigated, we found out that it was just a pseudonym. The guy doesn't have any ID in the apartment that can be trusted, no fingerprints recorded, all the bills are paid in cash, a really conservative anonymous. ”

"The evidence suggests that he died about five or six days ago, and it was decided that he would be used as a human dartboard."

Roy's sharp gaze swept over the tragically dead corpse for a moment, and then said, "There is no aortic injury, and none of the many knives have caused fatal injuries, this can't be a coincidence. ”

Bullock shrugged: "Maybe it's a pervert, Gotham has never lacked such madmen." ”

"Or just someone who hates him to the core," Roy said, "and they want to hurt him hard, and for a long time, and whoever does it must be highly skilled and know a lot about the anatomy of the human body." ”

Roy reached out and pulled out a short knife and looked at it carefully.

"Ancient throwing knives, professional grade." He examined it and said, "The grooves are filled with mercury to keep the flight smooth. ”

Roy stared at the owl pattern on the top of the dagger and frowned slightly.

"You've noticed," Bullock said, "I don't think this ...... is associated with some superstition."

"I know what you're talking about." Roy said lightly.

When it was quiet, Roy sniffed carefully, leaned on the wall and studied it for a long time, then took down the painting hanging on the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"The flaxseed oil taste," Roy said, "is a commonly used paint thinner, but the concentration is too high." Maybe...... Lend me a cigar, officer. ”

Bullock was stunned, but handed him the cigar anyway.

Roy silently took the cigar and pressed it against the wall.

When it touched the cigarette butt, the flame immediately ignited along the trail on the wall, forming a burning sentence.

- "Bruce Wayne is dying tomorrow".

"What he left behind was a warning." Roy frowned and said.

"Our Anonymous is not a good soothsayer." Bullock shrugged, "You see, if the time of death we speculated was a week ago, then the 'tomorrow' he wrote would have long since passed, and Wayne was still alive and well, so ......"

"Unless Anonymous knows the date he was found." Roy stared at the wall and frowned, "You said that the landlord is routinely collecting rent, assuming that the date of his rent collection is fixed......"

"It's always the second Friday of every month, so maybe we victims know they're dying, know he's going to be found today, so leave a warning that the guy who killed him has their sights on Wayne." Bullock said disapprehantly, "Then I have to say to the killer, good luck, Wayne's security doesn't need to worry." Hell, I can't remember how long it's been since I've seen him in person, it's like he's suddenly decided to live in seclusion......"

Roy didn't speak.

He's one of the few people who really knows where Bruce Wayne is, or so he thinks.

But now, the most important question is, does this killer know? Did he know that Bruce Wayne himself was actually working at a child welfare center?

"The anonymous man has almost lost count of injuries, but some of them are not recent." Roy suddenly spoke, "There are many calcified marks on the side of his eyebrows and head, and there are more calluses on his palms and wrists than on the joints, maybe marks of self-defense. ”

Bullock raised his eyebrows: "Boxing coach? ”

"He has a scar on his forearm, which is a common scar in swordsmanship."

"A high-end coach." "A very strong all-rounder, but he knew that a stronger man had found him, and he didn't even have a chance to escape, leaving a message on the wall that 'Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow.'" ”

"It's weird."

Roy said, another moment of silence, then a slight frown.

"My scanner has detected an unusual reaction."

As he spoke, he broke the man's mouth open and pulled one of his molars off with the tweezers in his belt.

"Unreasonable fractures." He looked closely at the molar, and found a miniature owl mark at the root, "The Athenian owl, which first appeared on ancient Greek coins, represents wealth and power." ”

Gordon recited softly, "Watch out for the Owl Court, which keeps an eye on your travels, and peeks into Gotham City in the shadows, hidden in low-walled pavilions." He was with him at home, and he was with him in bed. Wan Moti and his name, the claws will seek your head. ”

After a pause, he asked, "Do you believe it?" The Owl Court ......"

"Not sure, I suspect everything that doesn't have hard evidence." "Our current verdict can only stop at 'high-tech, owl-related killers,' and our victims may also be related people, or they may have been affiliated with the same organization. I will continue to investigate and keep in touch with any progress. (To be continued.) )