On Christmas Eve, the three of them played until late at night at Director Gordon's house, where they stayed.

The next morning, Roy was the first to get up. After washing up, the first thing he did was turn on the morning news on the TV. This is his daily routine, the newspapers and television news are his daily observance, and he can often smell a lot of unusual smells from the media reports, which may well lead to an interesting case that will keep him excited for a while.

But today, the morning news brought important news that he didn't expect.

"Barbara? Get up, come and see. ”

Barbara was woken up by someone shaking her body, and she opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Roy, who was very rudely waking her up by her side.

When she was a little sober, she was a little embarrassed, because she felt that she must not look good in her sleep.

"What are you doing? What time is it? It was so late last night."

"Hurry up and take a look in the living room, important news."

Barbara was a little confused, looked at the wheelchair next to the bed, and then looked at Roy, who was standing on the other side of the bed and had no intention of leaving, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush a little: "Then I'm going to wear pants, can you?"

"Oh, hurry up, I'll be waiting for you in the living room."

A few minutes later, Barbara was already pushing her wheelchair into the living room, muttering, "What, so panicked"

Roy turned on the replay function on the TV and played the video of the news content that had just been released.

I saw a striking headline occupy the bottom of the screen: "The latest progress of Professor Freddy's research is expected to be the greatest breakthrough in the history of human medicine in this century".

An amiable middle-aged man wrapped in a gray trench coat appeared on camera, standing in the center of the podium, seemingly holding a press conference.

"Yes." "After so many years of research, I believe that we are now one step away from the perfect cure for many non-congenital lifelong disabilities, and I believe that we will be able to complete the research in a few days, provided that there is enough funding for the research." For this purpose, we need more money, most likely a lot of money, so I, Sebastian? Freddy, on behalf of my entire research team, is preparing to hold a voluntary fundraiser. Once our research is complete, we will provide free opportunities for more people in need to help them return to the ranks of our normal people. To this end, I would like to call on more people to join us and give your love to provide opportunities and care for these vulnerable groups."

Barbara's eyes widened and she stared at the TV screen in disbelief: "You mean"

"To test my understanding of this professor's research," Roy said, "I just did a general online search to find out about Sebastian?" Professor Freddy's material and research directions, and now I'm convinced that yes, his research can heal your legs. ”

Barbara couldn't help but cover her mouth, and for a moment everything seemed like she was in a dream.

"Oh my God, this can't be true, can it?" She could barely speak.

Jim? Director Gordon also seemed to be woken up by the movement outside, and walked out in his pajamas: "What's going on?" ”

When Barbara told her father the news, the old chief's reaction was even more emotional than that of her daughter. The resolute old man's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he said something incoherently, and hugged his daughter tightly.

Jim? Gordon has always believed that Barbara's leg injury is his responsibility and has never stopped blaming himself for three years. At the beginning, the Joker attacked Barbara in order to provoke Director Gordon, causing today's tragedy, and Gordon has always insisted that he was responsible for his daughter. So Barbara's leg injury is now healing, and it means a lot to him.

Roy quietly watched the scene of the father and daughter embracing each other, and his heart was slightly touched.

What spoiled the atmosphere at an inopportune time was Gordon's ringtone. Gordon let go of his daughter, took a deep breath and adjusted his voice to try to return to normal before picking up the phone: "I'm Gordon." ”

After listening for a moment, he frowned.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there." He put down his phone, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said, "Some people in Gotham are really tireless. There's a shooting in Ryker Heights, come with me? ”

"Do you still need to ask?" Roy replied.

Ryker Heights, inside a hotel.

The hotel is one of the most upscale hotels in the area, and the bright lighting effects that make the whole building one of the brightest buildings in the area, combined with the height of the mountain itself, make it even more difficult to ignore by all the people passing by. One of the more striking features is that the restaurant sits right next to Gotham's Hub Railroad line.

The central location of this railway line at the Wayne Building, was built by Bruce? Wayne's father, Thomas? Wayne presided over the construction of Gotham City, which has been around for some time. The railroad line was blown up in a terrorist attack many years ago, but Wayne refunded it to be built better than before.

Therefore, the view from the upper floors of the hotel to the railway line, which is one of the symbols of Gotham City, is also a proud feature of this hotel.

Director Gordon took Roy to the hotel elevator, went up to the twelfth floor, and went straight to a private room.

The scene has been cordoned off by the Gotham police. The two opened the cordon and walked in.

The private room was elegant, leaning against the window with a two-seater table and two chairs, one of which was empty, and a corpse lying on the opposite chair. Blood stained the white tablecloth, and the blood had begun to coagulate. The glass window on the side of the deceased was shattered, and scum splashed all over the table and floor.

The police officer in charge of the scene briefed the situation: "The deceased was a business tycoon in Gotham, and it seems that he asked an investor here this morning to discuss some issues because of some business emergency. According to the investor, the deceased was killed instantly by a bullet fired from the window that pierced the temple. Now ballistic analysis is already being done, and it is believed that the results will be available soon. ”

Roy leaned over to the deceased and examined the wound of the gunshot wound, then went to the shattered glass window and looked out for a long time, gesturing with his hand.

"Are you trying to analyze the ballistics with the naked eye?" The officer couldn't help but ask.

Roy replied casually: "It's not completely impossible with the naked eye, it's just that the accuracy is poor." But as long as you have enough experience."

As he spoke, he leaned down on the edge of the wall and used a pair of tweezers to pull the bullet out of the wall.

"It's not hard to find out where the bullets landed."

Gordon and the officer both stepped forward and looked at the bullet in Roy's tweezers.

Roy leaned in and sniffed, frowned, and dodged as if he smelled ammonia.

"How?" Gordon asked.

"It's poison, the bullet is fed with poison." "And dare I say, it's not any local poison." If I had to guess, it was a drug from South America, and it tasted quite special. Do you want to smell it and try it? ”

The two glanced at each other and said, "No, forget it." ”

"On the other hand, our sniper, no matter who he is, is obviously quite a good player, and his marksmanship has reached a level of supernatural level, which has surpassed our usual perception of the accuracy of shooting."

Seeing that the two didn't seem to understand very well, Roy walked to the window, pointed to the outside and explained: "There are not too many high-rise buildings in this area, and the only place that can be used as a sniper point to target the head of our deceased is on the top of the building over there. From here, it appears that the building is slightly lower in height than the location of this room. And judging from the bullet holes in our deceased's brain, we can easily infer that he was fired from an oblique angle. ”

Gordon was startled and looked out the window: "You mean"

"Yes." Roy nodded, and looked out the window at the railroad tracks that were slightly above this floor, "I'm afraid our shooter shot from a train traveling at sixty miles per hour. ”