Winged Knight Stronghold.

The percussion of ping-pong is endless, as if someone is playing a percussion piece, and the beat is fast and slow.

Barbara is wearing a sexy sportswear with a crop top, holding two short sticks, and she is drenched in sweat. She used all her strength, and the two short sticks danced like a whirlwind, and it was dazzlingly fast.

Fast, has always been her forte. Although she was born a woman with a slight weakness in strength, she always made up for it with her bright brain and quick speed.

But today, she always felt that it was not fast enough.

She has no reservations, all her skills, all kinds of moves and routines are displayed at this moment. But no matter how she changed or moved, she couldn't touch even a single cent of the man in front of her.

Roy dismantled all her moves lightly, and pointed out while playing: Keep your back hand steady, Babs is in a hurry, be patient, if it is a real battle, this flaw may be fatal This move is stiff and easy to be caught

In hundreds of rounds of fighting, Roy has only disassembled, moved and dodged, and occasionally counterattacked only to the point. Barbara knew that if she did fight, she would have lost a long time ago.

No matter how fast and swift she struck, it felt as if Roy had already anticipated all the moves behind her, and had responded accordingly in advance. Her swift and subtle moves are often blocked before they can be unleashed.

Don't fight, don't fight.

In frustration, Barbara threw the two short sticks aside,

Like a kid with a wayward temper.

Roy smiled and threw her a towel: wipe your sweat.

Barbara took the towel and said dejectedly: You don't seem to be sweating much.

Nope. There is still sweating. Do you need to touch my back to prove it?

Pull down, who wants to touch the back of your sweat. Barbara pouted.

It's impossible not to be discouraged. Barbara was gifted from an early age. She learns everything faster than others, and she has always been quite confident in her martial arts skills. But it's the man in front of him. Not long ago, she was a rookie who was taught by herself, and in just such a short period of time, she has completely surpassed her as a master, which has naturally caused a lot of damage to her.

Roy has also become more and more adept at the techniques he learned from Kassandra lately, and he has been thinking more and more about the postures and possibilities of the enemy's movements. The speed at which he progressed, saying that it was a rocket liftoff, was modest.

Don't be discouraged, Xiaoba. Roy patted her sweaty back and said, "You're already good."

Barbara smiled wryly: But you're better, I know. You know? You really remind me of her. It's almost the same as fighting with you like when you're facing her.

Who?

Cassandra. Barbara said that I was still in a wheelchair when I met her. I simply taught her stick art because she had only learned sword skills before. You know what? I taught her for about five minutes, and in five minutes she would be on par with me.

Roy was silent for a while, and said, "She is indeed special.

Very special. Barbara said that Batman used to comment that no one could hit her, and now I think he may not be exaggerating.

The phone on the table was beating restlessly, accompanied by a loud ringtone.

Your father. Roy picked up his phone and looked at it, I guess he had some errands to help us pass the boring life, and I was waiting.

said. He's on the phone.

Managing director? This is Roy.

We've got a kidnapping here, so come here. Gordon said, "Take your partner, I'm pretty sure my girl will be interested in this." Move fast. This case is very important.

Oh? Why is it so special? Roy asked.

Because of the kidnapping, Gordon said, his father was an ambassador abroad.

The one who took my children. Whoever you are, please let my son come back, whatever you want

The child's mother was in front of the camera, wiping tears and pleading.

Of course. In general, such a procedure is ineffective.

The father of the child is abroad. Now that I've heard about it, I'm rushing back. Gordon explained that the child lived with his mother. While the mother was busy in the kitchen, the child was said to be in his bedroom. When the mother came out of her busy work, the child was gone. We've examined the scene, and it's very clear that there are signs of a struggle, but we haven't been able to extract fingerprints or anything useful. So far, the kidnappers have not demanded any money or anything else.

Roy clasped his hands around his chest and listened quietly, pondering without saying a word.

What do you think? Do you have any unique opinions? Gordon asked expectantly.

For the nonce? No. Roy said, beckoning to Barbara, and Babs and I would go to the kid's bedroom to see if anything we found.

The two went to the missing child's bedroom.

It's so pitiful, this kid is only eight years old. Barbara said as she walked around the room, have you figured out what the motive is?

Do you mean anything other than simply asking for money? It's hard to say until the kidnappers make a claim. Roy rummaged through the desk drawer and said that it might be just for money, or maybe it was for political purposes, considering the identity of the child's father. Or maybe even a personal vendetta

He stopped and began sniffing around with his nose.

What did you smell? Barbara knew his nose was particularly smart and asked.

Yes, for example, what brand of shampoo did you use last night, it smells quite strong.

Barbara's face flushed slightly: Let's get down to business.

Well, don't you smell it at all?

Barbara sniffed carefully: You say that, it seems to be a little bit there

Managing director! Without warning, Roy shouted, his voice as if it was about to knock over the roof, startling Barbara.

Director Gordon walked in: What's wrong? What was found?

I need a UV lamp. (ww.uukaｎsｈ．cm)

The bedroom door was closed, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the faint sunlight penetrated through the curtains, staining everything with an orange-red edge.

Roy carried the UV lamp and smiled with satisfaction.

That's it. He said, pointing to the floor.

Several people looked in the direction of his finger, only to see an indistinct footprint on the floor under the ultraviolet light.

How do you know

Linseed oil. Before Director Gordon could finish asking, Roy interrupted him and replied that there was a very slight smell of flax oil in the room, and if you read some spy novels, you would know what flax oil was for. Our kidnapper, who was extremely unlucky, stepped on flax oil somewhere, and he himself didn't seem to notice. So thanks to him, now we have his height, pace, footwork, and shoe size, and if we extract some footprints for further analysis, we might be able to figure out where he has been. (To be continued.) )