The raids of the killers, who claimed to be from the legendary "Court of Owls", were met with an unexpected sniper and ultimately failed, and one of them fell from the top floor, where he was rightfully dead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The task of the two people who were entangled with Kassandra in the mansion was only delayed, but seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, they did not fall in love with the war, so they immediately took off. However, according to Kassandra afterwards, even she had rarely encountered such a powerful opponent, and she couldn't win it alone after fighting for a long time, not even having much of an advantage.

"If they're really like they claim to be, they belong to the 'Owl Court,'" Barbara said after returning to the base, "and these guys should be 'Talon'." ”

Roy frowned: "'Talon'? The one in the nursery rhyme? ”

"Yes." Barbara said, "Talon, according to legend, is the ultimate killer of the court, possessing immortality and superb martial arts, but I'm not sure if it's true...... Can you believe it? ”

"As I said, I only believe in what I see. The world has shown me so many things that I didn't think existed before, and I don't think this court can be more difficult to accept than the big blue man who flies around in a red cloak and wants to save the earth three or five times a week, right? ”

Barbara scoffed, "That's right. Besides, we've proven that Talon isn't immortal, right? One of them had just jumped off the roof, and now they had been escorted to the morgue. Now wait for the autopsy report from the police and see if we can unravel the mystery of these guys......"

As they spoke, the body had been lifted onto a stretcher from the deflated red sports car, covered with a cloth and pushed into the police transport van towards the Gotham Police Department headquarters.

The policeman, who was sitting in the carriage, was spitting smoke rings and dozing boredly.

It was at such a moment that the two lantern-like round yellow eyes lit up, and the black corpse sat up abruptly, lifted the cloth on its body, and looked around to confirm the situation. The poor officer screamed in terror, the claws that should have been dead flashed in front of him, and the sharp claws pierced through his body.

The moment the policeman in the driver's seat turned around, he almost lost his soul, and the whole person froze there motionless and did not dare to move. The pitch-black shadow approached like a grim reaper, a flash of silver light, and blood stained the entire rearview mirror.

The claws shook the driver out of his position, sat down on his own, grabbed the steering wheel and slammed the car into a fluttering direction, disappearing at the end of a street.

Owl.

Squatting on a branch outside the window, staring at Wayne's mansion with a death-like gaze, was an owl.

Alfred sat on the couch by the window, his eyes fascinated. It's not uncommon to see bats near this house, but not owls. Decades ago, there was an old man of Alfred's blood, sitting in the same position, and saw an owl on a branch, and that man was now in the ground.

It was Alfred's father, Jarvis Pennyworth, Thomas Wayne's butler.

Although Alfred had never actually met him, he learned a letter from his father about the events of the most dark moments in the Wayne mansion. Alfred still hadn't let his master, Bruce, know about the letter, because he had always wanted it to be left in the past and buried in the darkness.

But he had a premonition that it would not be possible to escape so easily in the past, and that one day they would come back and strike you hard from where you least expected it. And now, it looks like this is the moment.

"My dear son, Alfred:

The shadows of Wayne Manor flickered, and I'm afraid I'm no longer safe. As scared as I am, I'm even more worried about you. If I don't make it back to England alive, you have to see what I'm saying.

You've always known that it's your duty to come here to take over the task of serving the Wayne family after I retire or die, and I know that you think it's a long-cherished wish of mine. It was, Alfred. But now, in my hastily written letter, I single out the only sentence worth seeing, and that is this one—never approach Wayne Manor.

The manor hides a secret that only the Wayne family knows, and that is that the manor, the land on which I stand, is cursed.

I was too blind to understand sooner, I had been blinded by the portraits of great men on Wayne's corridor, and I had not been able to see the dark legends, the shadows behind the statues.

Once upon a time, I always felt like all the effort I made was for you, Alfred. I'm sure I'll be kind to my little master, Bruce Wayne, and he'll be kind to you one day. There were times when Wayne's family was happy...... At least for a moment. It was Martha Wayne who ruined everything.

Her noble manners forced their family to the point of no return, and she could not afford to be careless about the flaws in charity or corruption, which eventually led to the destruction of the family.

It's too late now, and after writing this letter, I'm going to escape from this mansion overnight, pull out Gotham, and never come back. But in my heart, I actually knew that it was too late, and that my life was probably going to end in this cursed land. I feared for my life, but I was even more appalled at the secrets I had discovered.

Martha Wayne has devoted herself to children's charity, both for three-year-old Bruce and for her second child, who was not yet born.

Yes, Martha Wayne once had a child...... Once.

When I received that threatening phone call, I told Martha's master not to bother, that I was such an idiot, and that in retrospect, it was probably that momentary decision that ruined everything. The moment I hung up, an owl happened to crash into the window of the mansion, and I should have expected what that meant.

Sure enough, tragedy struck. A car accident has taken Martha's unborn child, Master Bruce's biological brother. For a long time, the whole manor was plunged into darkness, and everyone was rather depressed.

Then they got their eye on me. When the call came again, they mentioned you, my dear Alfred, and they threatened everything I cared about.

So, what I have to tell you here is to remember not to come here. Be afraid of Gotham City, and don't come here even after I die. It's cursed here, and it tricks you into loving it and giving you hope. Wayne Manor, on the other hand, is the gathering place of sin in this land.

I believe that if I die, you will definitely receive this warning and stay away from harm.

I love you. ”

"Smack!"

Alfred shuddered, and subconsciously tilted his head to the side.

The owl just now crashed headlong into the window of the manor, leaving a crack and blood before falling. (To be continued.) )