Barbara said incredulously: "You say kidnapping? Catwoman? It's really dramatic. ”

"From the scene, that's it. Or to make a worse guess, it is even possible that it has already been killed. "The scanner also told me that there was a small amount of collision residue left at the scene that was not visible to the naked eye, which reinforced my hypothesis." Notably, someone wants Selena Kyle's life, not Catwoman. It's much easier to investigate a living person in society than it is to track down a masked thief, so help me look up all the useful information that might be left behind about Selena Kyle's social life and see if I can help us find the suspect. ”

Roy returns to the apartment, and has just turned the lock when he hears Barbara's triumphant whistle.

"What did you find?" Roy asked.

"Pretty lucky." Barbara said, "A gentleman named Will Douglas wants to buy Old Town Park, the only recreation place for the poor residents of Old Gotham, as private property and for some private use. Selena Kyle has come forward in her own name to support these low-level people, and is ready to buy the land at a higher price, adding some other amenities to the nearby residents while maintaining it as it is. Mr. Douglas and Miss Kyle seem to have had a very unpleasant quarrel because of this. ”

"Sounds like a reasonable motive." Roy Road.

"And that's not all." "When I found out, I dug deep into Mr. Douglas's personal circumstances -- of course, I don't need to remind me that it's illegal, but I've already broken most of the law before I was in a problem with my legs." Then I found out that Mr. Douglas's account seemed to have a private accountant who was not publicly available, through whom he was hiding astronomical amounts of income, and guess where it all came from? ”

"So we're talking about a character that's not simple, right?" Roy asked.

"It depends on how you define 'not easy'." Barbara said, "I guess he's just a gang leader." ”

Roy chuckled, "yes, but just a gang leader." I'll pay him a visit right away and see if he knows anything. In addition"

There was a deliberate pause, causing Barbara to tilt her head to look at him.

"Thank you, it helps a lot." Roy said seriously, "Well done." ”

Barbara was stunned, her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"Mmmm, of course, my sister was also a very powerful detective at the beginning."

Roy almost never said anything like thanking her for help, and suddenly saying that made her feel uncomfortable.

Will Douglas's office is in a large office building, and the number of security guards and guards outside the door is a bit too much compared to the average person.

Roy stood on the roof of the building opposite, shot a rope with a cable launcher, pinned the rope to the opposite side, and slid along the rope like a sightseeing cable car to the opposite side, kicking and shattering a glass with both feet, and knocking down a gun-wielding guard standing behind him.

The other guard standing next to him seemed to want to make a move, but before he could even show his intentions, Roy quickly grabbed his arm, threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and then punched him in the face and stunned.

Another guard who heard the movement rushed quickly, but before he could see what was going on, a concussive batrang had already hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

"Cleaned up." Roy reported with his headphones on his headphones.

"Okay, now follow the passage on your right, and there will be no guards until the third fork." Barbara said.

Roy sped down the hallway until Barbara's instructions rang again in the headphones.

"Stop, there's a guard around the corner in front of you." Barbara tapped sharply on her keyboard before continuing, "Turn left, and there's an entrance to a fireplace on the ground to hide for a short time. ”

Roy turned left as he said, and sure enough, he found the entrance to the fireplace. He lifted the square lid and jumped in, and after squatting in for more than two minutes, sure enough, two guards walked side by side in the direction of the aisle he was just in, chatting with each other.

After another two minutes, Barbara continued, "Okay, they're gone, keep going." ”

Roy got out and continued down the aisle he had just made.

"There's an elevator ahead." "But there doesn't seem to be a skylight at the top of this elevator, so I suggested a different route." Turn left and there is a safety ladder entrance twenty steps away. ”

"Listen to you."

Roy said, abandoning the elevator and running towards the safety ladder.

The door to the stairway is locked, which may attract unwanted attention if it is blown open. Barbara said, "You'll have about fifty seconds to get this lock before the next round of guards patrol here." ”

"I'm less than half." Roy said, pulling out the batrang. A moment later, he was already running down the staircase.

"Beautiful!" Barbara praised, "It looks like you're getting used to wearing this uniform. ”

Roy replied, "It's more tacit cooperation." ”

The rest was simple, Roy got through the ventilation duct in the stairwell on the top floor, all the way to the vent pipe exit in Will Douglas's office. He cautiously peeked through the back of the ventilation grille to see inside.

Will Douglas was a middle-aged man with a fat build. When Roy looked inside, he was shouting something at someone, and seemed excited.

"You two idiots!" Douglas shouted excitedly, "Go after a woman who drove alone into the empty old town tunnel, and you actually told me you let her run!?" ”

"This boss, things are really weird." "We knocked over the car, and when we went down to check, the person in the driver's seat was gone," one person argued. But don't worry, boss, we've got someone to clean up the scene, so no one will find out."

"Two rice buckets, two rice buckets!" Douglas paced back and forth, as if talking to himself, "That woman must be on guard now, and she may have to find someone more professional."

"What are you doing with a professional? Sweetheart? ”

The magnetic voice suddenly sounded, startling Roy, who was hiding behind the ventilation grille.

He leaned forward at the risk of being seen, expanding his horizons to see a woman in a sexy black bodysuit, with a zipper deliberately pulled up to her chest, and a stunningly hot body standing against the door with a soft whip in her hand. She wore cat ear hoods and brown goggles, and looking at her face, it was almost impossible to think of a second word to describe it other than feminine.

"It's Catwoman." Roy pressed his headphones and whispered, "She's coming." ”