Dr. Paul De was born into an artistic family on the island of Naiho. His father, mother, and sister all died in a gas leak, and since then he's devoted himself to the study of regenerative science, working in a laboratory owned by Wayne Enterprises, and working on something called "healing sutures."

The sutures are encased in the mother's cell, and all the cells that come into contact with it become invincible, reverting, and reverting into a consistent embryonic form. This suture can be everything, removing a cell's past and giving it a new look. With a little gene therapy and physiological signal transmission, the "rejuvenation" cells will be reborn with a new mission.

It's like using a needle to break away from the fate of a cell and stitch it in a new crazy direction, to re-stitch the most basic patterns of life.

At this point, the question naturally arises - if this research is so powerful, why hasn't the world heard of it?

The answer - no doubt - is that the study is actually missing a final confidential link that has not yet been completed.

Paul Deco at home.

Deco walked briskly into his bedroom, lit the light, and walked past the lavishly neon-lit glass case. There are countless jellyfish floating in the display case, which looks dreamlike and beautiful under the effect of colorful neon lights.

He walked straight to the cupboard, took out the glass and whiskey from the top cabinet, filled it with a full glass of whiskey, and took a sip of it.

He looked distraught.

"Dr. Paul De."

A deep voice came from the direction of the window, and his hands shook involuntarily.

The Winged Knight stood on the edge of the windowsill at some point, staring at him coldly.

"We're going to talk." Roy spoke in a hoarse voice, altered voice.

After seeing the person who was coming, Deco quickly calmed down.

"Oh, Winged Knight." He naturally took out another glass from the cupboard, filled it with a glass of whiskey, and handed it to Roy, "Have a drink?" ”

"Excuse me." Roy said, "Let's get straight to the point. I'm assuming you already know why I'm looking for you. ”

Deco chuckled, "I just wanted to ask about this." My men just informed me not long ago that the Winged Knight had intercepted my cargo in a windy armored car. ”

"Cargo delivered by a ship stolen by a clown." Roy added, "And the goods were smuggled through secret channels, and according to my preliminary determination, they should contain elements that have not been certified at the moment. So explain? ”

Deco stared at him for a moment, then sat down on the couch leisurely.

"I don't know what you think, Winged Knight." "But I promise it's nothing to do with the Joker." I salvaged the ship from the black market, and I didn't know it had been stolen by the Joker. As for this shipment"

He drank all the whiskey in one gulp.

"They are very relevant to my research." He said.

"Healing the sutures." Roy said, "I've heard of it. ”

"Haha," Deco said, "I'm honored then." Yes, the pinnacle of my life's research was 'healing sutures', but so far I've hit the nail on the head. I knew very well that it would be difficult to complete this research even if I had to spend the rest of my life. Unless I find something in the legend, some element that has only appeared in very old records, which is what we are talking about now, although we have only found a little bit of very low purity beneath the surface. I can say this definitively - the world is probably not ready for it, which is why I chose to avoid the formalities in a low-key way. But I assure you, what we're doing is just scientific research, and it has nothing to do with the clues of the clown you're trying to track. ”

Roy stared straight at him, staring closely into his eyeballs, observing the slightest changes in every area of his face.

But nothing was found. Every muscle of Deco's face seemed to be frozen, barely changing in the slightest way, and it was impossible to tell if he was lying.

"You'd better tell me the truth, Deco." Roy slipped out of the window and said one last thing before jumping off, "Because if you don't, you'll soon regret it." ”

In the early hours of the morning, five o'clock.

Bruce wore a handsome and graceful black coat, stepped on a knee-high weed in the backyard of the manor, and held a bouquet of white flowers in his arms.

The black leather shoes stopped in the Wayne family cemetery, and in front of two tombstones made of black marble, the names of father "Thomas Wayne" and mother "Martha Wayne" were inscribed.

Bruce gently put the bouquet down and remained silent for a long time.

Nearly thirty years have passed since the moment his parents fell before his eyes, but it still feels like it happened yesterday.

He stood still for an hour, until Alfred came to him.

"Nine times out of ten you're here when you're not in the Batcave, sir." Alfred walked up behind him and said, "It's a big manor, maybe you should consider visiting other places." ”

"No, I'm fine here, Alfred."

Alfred sighed lightly and said, "That experiment, the results of the latest test subject simulation have just come out. ”

"The result?"

"Still death, no suspense, sir."

Bruce snorted, seemingly unsurprised, and said casually, "Go ahead and prepare for the next experiment." ”

"Nope." Alfred raised his voice and said, "I still have to say - this is crazy, sir. Even by your standards. It's one thing to jump around with your cloak on your safety and not knowing if you'll ever see tomorrow's sunrise every day, and this—cloning yourself? It's just insane! How many people in the world would clone themselves? ”

"We've talked about this before." Bruce said lightly, "Gotham needs Batman - and always will." One day I'll be old, or more likely, I'll die before that, but after that Gotham still can't live without Batman, that's why I had to build one before that happens. ”

"But as you can see, your memories eventually drove all the mock subjects insane, and the end result was death, sir." Alfred said, "With all due respect, sir. The legend of Batman is a miracle, and it is already a miracle that a human being can carry these on his back, and the probability of a miracle happening a second time is very small. ”

"It's just a technical problem, Alfred, and we'll get through it." As Bruce said this, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Bruce picked up the phone: "Roy? ”

"I've made some discoveries, Bruce." Roy said, "We have to talk, is it convenient now?" ”

Bruce said, "I'm going to the company in a moment." Then see me in my office an hour later. (To be continued.) )