1922, winter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This year, the snow in Gotham came exceptionally early. The dark city of the early years was covered with a layer of white silver, every inch of the floor was frozen hard, and everyone on the street wrapped their coats tightly and hurriedly walked, not wanting to stay in this cold street for a second.

"Help!"

An old man shouted, and ran briskly on the cold ground, his bare soles stained blood-red, leaving two long bare footprints on the cold ground.

"Help!" The old man was only wearing a simple single coat, holding his head and running wildly, and passers-by avoided it.

"They're here to kill me! They want my life! ”

Finally, a policeman stopped him.

"Hey, buddy." The policeman said angrily, "You can't ......"

"Jimmy!" His partner hurriedly grabbed the policeman, "You don't recognize him? This is Alan Wayne! He built half of Gotham. Hell get him a blanket while he still freezes to death. ”

After wrapping the old gentleman in a thick red carpet, one of the officers said softly, "Now, calm down, Mr. Wayne." Who's after you? ”

"Can't you see it?" Alan Wayne exclaimed excitedly, "They're all over the place, and their nests are in my house!" My home! Help me! ”

The two officers looked at each other helplessly and discussed.

"What to do? Call a police car? ”

"Police cars? Are you crazy? The media will make this poor guy ......"

"Ahhhhh!!hh

Just as the two were discussing, a scream came from the shaft on the side. The two hurriedly followed the reputation, only to see that Alan Wayne was gone, and only an empty well was left on the side.

"There! Did he fall in or jump in? Jimmy exclaimed, pointing to the well.

"I don't know, I didn't see it either!" His partner walked quickly to the mouth of the well, "Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne! Are you down there? ”

There was no response.

Even later generations can't help but shake their heads and sigh that Alan Wayne, who fought all his life for the city and built countless great deeds, ended up drowning in the city's sewer tunnel - the city he built himself - in the middle of hunger and cold.

Now, the Winged Knight Stronghold.

"I've analyzed the claw's voiceprint and don't have any clues." Barbara sat in front of the computer, one hand on her cheek, the other knuckle tapping lightly on the table, "Also, we can't find a reason why he was able to escape by falling from the top floor of Wayne Tower." ”

"Except he's immortal." Roy said behind her, holding his chin.

"You wouldn't really believe in that superstition, would you?"

"I believe in scientific explanations, but that doesn't mean I can't accept the legend of Talon." Roy said, "Even if they are true, there will be a way to be defeated." ”

Barbara shrugged.

Roy reclined down in a chair at the table, "That Talon said to me, 'The one who loves to kill Wayne's family the most,' then we can assume that the attack on Bruce Wayne was not the first ......"

"Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne?" "But that shooting was just an accident." ”

"Yes, and Batman himself has already looked into the whole story, so I don't think there was an owl in that case. But a long time ago...... "Roy double-clicked on his keyboard, and the screen popped up with a black-and-white photo of an earlier year, and it turned out to be the death of Alan Wayne.

Roy said as if to himself, "He said that the people who killed the Wayne family must have something to do with the past...... Maybe it's something that makes the pillow anecdote believable. Bruce's great-grandfather, Alan Wayne, was a famous figure in the history of Gotham construction, but he was deranged in the last days of his life...... According to his family history, he appears to have a unique obsessive-compulsive symptom with owls. ”

Barbara thought for a moment and said, "I've heard a little. ”

"Legend has it that he even once nailed all the windows for fear that the owl would come looking for him. In his final portraits, in the houses he designed in the background, you can find owls perched on beams. ”

"But his death wasn't strange, was it?" Barbara said, "This is the history of Gotham, I know it." Alan Wayne ended up drowning in the Gotham sewers, and there was nothing suspicious about it. ”

"Yes, there is nothing suspicious in the historical record." Roy looked down in thought, "But some things aren't absolute, are they?" ”

"Perhaps."

"I need you to look up Alan Wayne's fund." Roy suddenly turned his head and said, "The Young Architect Support Fund, a fund used to create the Gotham landscape, should still be in operation, right?" Can you find out where the funds are going? ”

"Absolutely."

"Then I need you to list the buildings that have been built in the last half century with that funding."

"It's a piece of cake, but that's a bit of a lot...... Barbara asked, "where to start?" ”

"It's the closest."

Barbara calmed down for a moment, and after a while, the result came to fruition.

"There it is." "The most recent one was built five years ago, and I'm downloading the address now," she said...... Shall we go over? ”

"I'll just go on my own, it's just a reconnaissance." Roy stood up and said, "I'm going to confirm an idea." ”

Those who know a little about owls will know that owls have an interesting habit, which is that they tend not to build their own nests, which is a habit that makes them very special among birds.

Owls like to find abandoned nests, or nests of hostile birds, and take them for themselves.

In other words, they invade enemy territory and use it as their stronghold.

Sponsored by the Ellen Wayne Foundation, the recently completed building is located in the Kingston district and is not currently in use. After a brief analysis of the building's structure, Roy's scanner found the cavities under one of the floors with relative ease.

When he cut through the floor with a laser and jumped down to the lower floor, he made a discovery.

An extremely secluded stronghold, delicately camouflaged inside this building. On the wall hangs a large round owl badge that appears to be made of copper. Simple beds and wooden tables were stacked with knives and axes, as well as chains with hammers.

A rather old-looking clawed armor stood against a wall, covered in dust, and resembled a medieval knight's style.

So the rumors that the Owl Court has always been with the shadow of Gotham may not be just legends.

Roy took two steps, and a bright red "Rapid Change in Temperature" warning flashed in the eyepiece of his helmet.

Roy's pupils contracted rapidly, and he realized the trap.

But it was already a moment late, and the flames of the explosion suddenly engulfed the two floors, including this secret room. (To be continued.) )