Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Roy and Barbara sat across from the girl named Claire.

"Hey." Roy's greeting made the girl raise her head slightly, glancing at them with a hollow extension.

"My name is Roy Green, and this is Barbara Gordon." Roy said, asking, "We want to talk to you, okay?" ”

The girl hung her head slightly and did not speak.

The two looked at each other, and they took it as a tacit approval.

Barbara asked, "I have some questions, Claire, about the man who made you suffer all this, did he tell you his name?" ”

Still no answer.

"Or do you remember what he looked like?" Barbara continued.

The girl remained silent.

"Do you remember where he took you?"

The third question was met with silence.

Barbara sighed lightly, "Okay. ”

She gently stroked Claire's silky hair, and after asking Roy with her eyes, she reluctantly turned around and prepared to leave.

But this is, the girl suddenly raised her head and said, "He's not a bad person. ”

The two men, who were about to leave, stopped and turned back strangely.

"What does that mean?" Roy asked.

Claire lowered her head again: "He's not a bad person"

With just one sentence, she didn't want to explain more.

The two looked at each other, reading doubts in each other's eyes.

When they returned to the police hall, Barbara asked, "Do you have any thoughts now?" ”

Roy shook his head: "I'm almost confused with you now, and I have too little information in my hands. But the scarecrow's approach seems to be different from what it used to be. Snatching children away, destroying their sanity with fear toxins, and then releasing them back is a whole new way and a whole new way. ”

"Wait, you won't feel it again"

Barbara didn't go on here, because Roy had already confirmed her with a look on his face.

Recently, Batman's old enemies have begun to try new methods one after another. This is no coincidence. Someone, someone with a bandage on his face, taught them a new way.

Now, it's probably no coincidence that the scarecrow has popped up and started to innovate.

If there really is this bandage man behind the scarecrow. Things are going to get a lot more complicated.

"So what do we do now?" Barbara asked.

"Sort through the information that the police have gathered, learn more about this and the specific circumstances of the last case of the scarecrow snatching the child, and see if they can find any parts that they missed." "You know, they're always going to miss something. ”

This night. Director Gordon stayed busy until late at night before returning home.

He drove his blue-shelled car through the neat rows of residential buildings, came to his house, and parked in the opposite direction.

After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Gordon put his hands in his pockets and stood on the top of a slope, looking out at the lighted dwelling.

The blocks in this area are networked like a giant chessboard, and Gordon likes the feeling.

Walking briskly along the fence that surrounded his house, a scruffy-dressed homeless man leaned against the fence on the side of the road. The homeless man wears a frayed cap. The large beard on his chin resembles a jungle savage. The clothes he was wearing hadn't been washed for a long time, and there was a foul smell all over his body.

Gordon knew him, and the bum's name was Willy. Most nights, Willie would spend the night in this position. Gordon would often give him a dollar or two, and on some weekends he would even invite him into his house for a full meal.

But Willie is also very sensible and never asks for it, because there are rules.

Gordon walked up to him and threw down two coins to him. Willie half-opened his eyes and said in a feeble voice, "Thank you." ”

When Gordon got home, the first thing he did was change his shirt. Push the door to enter the bathroom.

The moment the unkempt was unscrewed, what came out of the unkempt was not water, but a thick orange-red gas. In the blink of an eye. In an instant, the gas took over the entire bathroom and surrounded him.

Realizing that something was wrong, Gordon hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed out of the bathroom, finding the glasses on the table outside and putting them on.

Gordon has an extremely high degree of myopia, and it is really difficult to move without glasses.

When he put on his glasses, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The whole room was spinning. The world was dyed a horrible red for a moment. Bright red blood trickled down the wooden door from the top of the furniture.

"No, it's not true, it can't be true!"

The emotion of fear constantly stimulated Gordon's nerves, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, and his entire shirt was soaked and his whole body was shaking.

He opened the door in a panic and quickly rushed out into the street. Looking around, Willy was still sitting by the fence, but he wasn't napping anymore. Willy's head split into two, each with a fierce and vicious glint in his eyes, as sharp as a blade about to pierce the heart.

"Roar!"

He let out a beastly roar, baring his fangs, a viscous filamentous fluid between them.

The whole street was twisting and fluttering, like a piece of paper, which could be easily torn apart at any moment.

"It's not true"

Gordon hurriedly rushed back into the room, slammed the door shut, and locked it back.

"Dad?"

It was as if I heard Barbara's voice. At this time, it was like a sudden savior.

But when he followed the prestige, what he saw was his daughter lying in a pool of blood, blood dripping from her lumbar spine, flowing along her plain white legs.

"Why don't you protect me? Father? Barbara looked at him with complaining eyes.

Gordon fell to his knees: "I tried my best, Xiaoba, I didn't know the clown he would"

"And me." His son, James Jr., whose hands were bound in his restraint clothes, said with the same resentment, "When I'm confused, why don't you point me in by my side?" Father? Am I a stain on your innocent record? That's why you erased me from your memory? ”

"No, I never have," Gordon hung his head weakly, his voice getting quieter, "I never have. ”

Outside the door.

In the real world, power is still napping. Sensing that someone was approaching, he listlessly opened his eyelids.

Then he saw a man, a skinny guy. With a slight wave of his hand, countless crows rushed towards him, as if to tear him apart with their beaks.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )