The great thing about the data age is that you can find most of the information you want electronically – for those who are proficient in it, no matter what unit you are in. ±，

And Barbara? Gordon, the Batgirl, happens to be the best at this.

A few minutes ago, she checked all the packages and letters at the post office near her father's house for two days. It is not difficult to find the "clue" that James Jr. refers to, in fact, it is almost impossible to find it.

There was apparently a parcel in the post office that no one knew what to handle, and it somehow appeared here one day. It doesn't have a shipping address, it doesn't have any sender identity or address, and according to the records, it's been lying here for a day and no one has touched it.

Roy and Barbara went straight into the post office and "frook" it, leaving no trace. If just breaking into a post office leaves traces that can be traced, then so many tricks are really in vain.

Winged Knight stronghold, early in the morning.

A table had been emptied to be used as a makeshift test bed, and bundles of packages were resting on the table, and Roy had tested the package in at least six ways, ruling out the possibility of any kind of chemical gas coming out of the box or exploding directly.

After tossing and turning for more than an hour, they finally officially decided to unpack the package.

A small brown box, nothing special to see. Roy took the lid off, and a tuft of red hair lay quietly inside.

Roy was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Barbara, or her hair.

Indeed, this redhead hair color compares to Batwoman Kate? Kane's vivid fiery red is a little lighter, which coincides with Barbara's hair color, and it's hard not to make such associations.

Without saying a word, Roy pinched the handful of hair, then leaned over to Barbara's side and grabbed her hair and pinched it, finally deciding, "It's not yours." ”

Barbara looked weird and said, "Oh, I'm glad to hear that." ”

"Then we'll see whose it belongs now." Roy said, "Do a DNA test and see." ”

Barbara is already familiar with the work of doing DNA tests, and it is likely that the professional police experts are not as skilled and efficient as her. It didn't take long for the results to come out, and the computer found a match in the database.

Barbara stared at the results displayed on the computer screen, frozen.

Roy glanced at the computer and saw that it said "Barbara? Gordon".

"Impossible." He asserted, pacing back and forth, "Something must have gone wrong......

"No, it's not me." Barbara's words made Roy stop.

"What?"

Barbara stared blankly at the screen, her voice trembling and said, "This...... It's my mom. Oh my God, James...... He got his mother. ”

Barbara's mother, again a somewhat mysterious figure to Roy.

Barbara gave a brief introduction, and Roy roughly understood her family's situation. Their youngest son, James? Gordon II, who became a notorious murderer, this Roy already knew. In addition, Barbara's mother, according to Barbara, "abandoned the family without leaving a single reason". Since then, Barbara has been dependent on her father Jim.

And where is her mother? She hadn't known before, and she hadn't really wanted to know. She said that she had passed the age when she fantasized that her mother would come back suddenly, and now she could no longer forgive her mother's behavior, and only hoped that Ms. Gordon would be away from their family's life forever.

But in any case, it was still her mother, a mother who played a pivotal role in her childhood. She couldn't possibly watch her mother fall into the hands of her murderous mad brother and remain indifferent.

With the help of facial recognition software, she quickly found out. A day earlier, in surveillance footage from Gotham train station, facial recognition software had identified Ms. Gordon. Carrying a red leather bag and a gray leather jacket with a white fluff neckline, she squeezed a 9 a.m. bus out of the crowd.

It won't be very difficult to track her whereabouts next, Barbara yesterday morning? Gordon's name booked a room in a hotel near the station, and the room has not been withdrawn yet.

Of course, the inns are closed. Barbara found the room number and followed Roy through the window into the room that Ms. Gordon had booked.

The quilt on the bed was neatly placed, a black suitcase was leaning against the head of the bed, and some of the residents' own toiletries in the bathroom had not been taken away.

A glass lay across the carpet at the doorway, leaving a small water stain on the carpet. It is very easy to imagine that Ms. Gordon answered the door with a glass of water after hearing the doorbell, and then was taken away in a rough way, leaving a glass of water in such a place.

Barbara picked up the quilt and looked at it, unconsciously increasing her hand and squeezing the cup tightly. Roy noticed that the last time he saw this gentle girl with such an angry and resolute expression was probably when the clown returned.

Roy opened the door and pointed to the frame, "Scratch." ”

He doesn't need to explain much, Barbara, who is also an excellent detective, can certainly understand. When James Jr. forcibly took his mother, Ms. Gordon probably had her hand tightly on the door frame, so she was dragged away with this shocking scratch. Barbara stared at it as if she had seen a scar on her mother's body.

"You wait, James." She muttered, "I won't let you down, I'll get you." ”

Roy leaned on the carpet in the hallway outside the door, took off his black gloves, and touched the carpet with his fingers.

"Hmm...... Looks like we're in luck. He said, "Perhaps when your brother rang the doorbell, Ms. Gordon accidentally spilled water from the cup on his shoes." Recently, the humidity has been high, and there is still a little water stain on the carpet in the hallway, so we can assume that he stepped on it. ”

"So we can extract the ingredients from his footprints, and maybe we can come up with something related to where he is." Barbara quickly caught up with him, pulling out her tools and getting to work.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I remember...... When I was little, my dad would allow James and I to watch a horror movie on the home TV every Friday. At that time, our favorite one was "Shadow Blade", and we watched it over and over again. ”

Roy didn't speak, but listened quietly to her.

"We always have the lights off, which helps to create the atmosphere." Barbara continued, "Whenever a horrific killer comes along and kills in the horrific way the director intended, James closes his eyes. ”

"I'm my sister, and I have an obligation to tell him: there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a movie." "But James, who was only eight years old at the time, told me, 'I'm not afraid, I just can't stand how a killer can kill people so uninspiring.'" ”

She put the evidence bag back into her universal belt and sighed, "Now that I understand, I'm supposed to be the one who was scared...... To my eight-year-old brother. ”