A day earlier, the Gotham Police Department.

In the archives, Roy and Barbara were walking between rows of shelves, rummaging through dusty boxes for files that had been built within a week.

"I mean, we don't have any other good plans for the weekend?" Barbara flipped through a file and complained, "I mean, in addition to looking through a dozen new case files?" Who doesn't need a Sunday off? ”

"We've been too busy these days, and it's likely that we've missed a lot of novel cases." Roy stood on an escalator and flipped through the high-rise case files and said, "So we might be working overtime lately." ”

"yes, yes." Barbara muttered dissatisfied, "Who let you run away romantically with some sexy hottie flying around in a red cape?" You should call her to help, maybe she'll be able to do it in a matter of seconds. ”

Roy glanced at her in surprise. Even with his senses, which were dull in this regard, he smelled vinegar.

He jumped down the escalator and asked softly, "Xiaoba?" ”

"It's fine."

Despite what she said, it wasn't written on her face.

Roy sighed softly, a little headache. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "Xiaoba, no matter what you think of what happened before, the thing is that Kara is my friend—our mutual friend. She was in trouble, and it was probably a problem I could help with, so I went and helped her out, and it was as simple as that. ”

Barbara raised her eyebrows: "It's that simple?" ”

Glancing at her strange eyes, he couldn't help but think of the edge of the rooftop of the Daily Planet, and Kara couldn't help but give him a hot kiss.

"It's as simple as that." He said.

"Oh? Are you sure you didn't miss a glamorous farewell KISS or something? ”

"How do you"

Barbara smiled mischievously, "Are you sure you didn't forget to turn off the communicator in your helmet or something?" ”

Roy's face turned strange, and after glancing at her, he said, "Okay, I apologize." But I said right then."

"Of course I heard what you said, otherwise why do you think I'm not mentioning it until now?" Barbara said, "But there's one thing I really have to confirm—"

She stared at Roy seriously and said, "Do you like her?" I want to hear the truth - oh of course you do, since we've known you've barely said a word that girls like to hear. ”

Roy looked straight into her clear eyes and said after a moment, "I think maybe yes, she's an extraordinary and wonderful girl." But it doesn't matter, you know my choice. ”

Barbara stared at him for a few more moments, and then burst out laughing.

"So I guess that's what I mean?"

"Uh-huh, so-so, qualified." She said.

"Oh, and one more thing." Roy said, "You know I'm never sloppy, I remember I didn't forget to turn off the communicator in my helmet. ”

Barbara smiled mischievously, "Huh? Ha! Maybe I did something wrong. ”

She showed an expression of "I did it, what can you do with me".

"Besides," Royce said after a moment's thought, "you know, I'm just a normal person. You won't like to go through too many days of being caught between the gods of heaven and earth. So after all that crazy experience of the last few days, all I need now is this to get back to my normal life. ”

After a pause, he added: "As it is now, it is just you and me. ”

The atmosphere became a little more subtle, just a few seconds.

Until Barbara laughed bitterly: "Well, if you can say that, I think I should be moved too." It's really weirdly romantic, two people facing a bunch of moldy folders."

"Well, maybe we can go out for a supper or something when we're done here?"

"You're in for a treat."

"Of course, count me in."

The two stopped talking and continued to turn through the case files in silence.

"Huh?" Barbara suddenly let out a strange sound.

"What did you find?"

Barbara handed Roy a file in her hand, and Roy took it and glanced at it.

A report of a suicide was registered with the face of a chubby middle-aged man named "Brian Wade."

"What's wrong with him?" Roy asked, "Do you know?" ”

"I don't know." "He's an employee of Wayne Enterprises, Gotham City's premier architect," Barbara said with a little wrenching. Brian Wade was one of the more important people in Wayne Enterprises in a survey that I swept. ”

Barbara has a visual memory, and as long as she sees something, she will never forget it.

"What's wrong with this person?"

"Suicide? It's weird, it's very weird. "He had no motive to commit suicide." If I'm not mistaken—and I certainly can't be mistaken—he had myelodysplastic syndrome and was dying. But since he started going to Paris to see an expert named 'Milton Charette', things have taken a turn for the better. About six months ago, Wade underwent a bone marrow transplant. Recent medical records show that his condition is rapidly improving and he is already in the recovery period. All of this was regarded as his own private top-secret information, which no friend knew, and he did not want any of his investors to know. ”

At this point, she paused and added, "Of course, Bruce knows it, and I know it." Does that make sense? Who would return to the arms of death immediately after having spent a lot of money and finally succeeded in getting out of the ghost gate? ”

In the midst of her introduction, Roy had already pulled out a file from another dozen case files and spread it out.

"This is a copy of an internal document that the police are investigating after the exclusion of public information." Roy said.

On one side was a bloody photograph of a dimly lit alley with four or five bodies lying in a river of blood. At the top, there are a few short lines of text:

"The investigation is on hold

Immediate Charge: First-Degree Murder Victim:

Albert Tate, Scott Alberts. ”

"Penguinmen's men." "The evidence at the scene looked very conclusive, not only with DNA, fingerprints and footprints, but also with 300 matching facial recognition points, all pointing to the same person. ”

"Brian Wade." "So he's still a suspect identified by the police?" ”

"If he's still alive." A smile tugged at the corner of Roy's mouth, "Interesting, that's what I call 'an interesting case that was missed'." Prepare to put on our gear, we may have to break into Mr. Wade's house tonight. ”

Barbara sighed, "So I guess supper has to be postponed again, huh?" (To be continued.) )