The sanatorium environment Sebastian chose for his delirious father was impeccable. There is a small pond in the compound, surrounded by flowers and plants, and the scenery is pleasant. It is hard for those who know to believe that such a place could be found in a city like Gotham.

Roy and Barbara, led by a female caretaker, to the room where Sebastian's father, Mr. Hurt Freddy, was. The old gentleman's dwelling was the most high-end in the whole sanatorium, and as soon as he entered, there was a soft patterned carpet on the floor, and an old fireplace was installed on the inner wall, and there was still a firewood burning in it, but it was easy to tell if it was just decoration, and it was not the fireplace that the real old nobles would have installed in their homes.

An old man with gray hair and a gauntlet figure sat by the window with his back to this side. The curtains are drawn halfway through, and the garden can be seen from the half that is opened.

Hearing someone open the door, the old man did not stiffen at all, his head was still lowered, and he did not know what he was studying. But it's also possible that he didn't hear the door open at all.

"He's easily irritated." The caretaker whispered, "He's very nervous right now, try not to mention anything that could easily irritate him." ”

With that, she walked out and closed the door.

The two approached Mr. Hurt Freddy. It turned out that there was a chessboard in front of the old man, chess. Judging from the chess game, it seems that it is still in a stalemate.

The old gentleman frowned, pondering, and playing with the non-existent opponent across from him.

"Mr. Freddy?" Barbara tried to call him, but the old man seemed to be immersed in the game and did not react. But he just stared at the chessboard, and didn't take a single step at all.

Without saying a word, Roy sat down on the opposite side, picked up the chess piece on this side and took a step.

Mr. Hurt did not show the slightest surprise when he saw someone sitting across from him, and after a moment's thought, he raised his hand and took a step.

Although this old gentleman may not be very sane, his chess skills are very good. Roy fought with him without saying a word for an unknown amount of time, and finally won the old gentleman.

Hurt suddenly smiled heartily, and the sluggishness on his face was swept away: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but your kid's chess skills have grown so much!" Hahaha! ”

Barbara was stunned. Could it be that this old gentleman thinks Roy is someone else?

Roy smiled slightly: "Fortunately, Mr. Freddy, your chess skills are also quite good. ”

Hurt smiled, his expression suddenly frozen. His face leaned over. Pushing the ridiculous reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, he asked in a rather uncertain tone, "You...... It's not my son, is it? ”

Roy nodded in acknowledgement, "I'm not your son, sir, I'm a friend of his." He's been a bit busy lately, so he doesn't have much time to spare. So I came to see you for him. ”

"Oh." Hurt looked like he suddenly realized, "I'll just say it." My little Sebastian is long dead, how could he come to see me? Look, old Hutt, you're thinking nonsense again......"

Barbara listened to him and was amazed. She exchanged glances with Roy and asked, "Excuse me...... Sebastian ...... How did he die? ”

Hearing this, the old gentleman's face changed suddenly, and the previous happy and relaxed emotions were swept away, replaced by a shock like an electric shock.

"Oh. Don't ......," he whispered to himself, "little Sebastian he's dead, and his mother...... My dear Mary ...... The devil is coming, it's the devil......"

He was becoming more and more incoherent, but the general meaning was almost the same, and he couldn't figure out anything at all.

"Who did it?" Roy asked, "Mr. Hurt, we need you to focus on remembering now, who is the demon?" ”

"The devil is...... The devil is ......"

The old gentleman's voice grew quieter and quieter, and later came to a volume that was almost impossible to hear. And the most crucial part was never spoken.

Then, like a volcanic eruption without warning, he howled: "No! You must save me! Don't let him lock me up here! He'll come back, and he'll kill me with him. It's like killing their mother and son! ”

His scream startled the two of them, and it also alarmed the people outside. Several caregivers rushed in, trying to stabilize the patient. The nurse who had just led the way came to Roy and Barbara and complained with great dissatisfaction: "I said not to stimulate the patient, his nerves are very fragile. Now that your visit is over, you can go. ”

The two looked at each other. Left the sanatorium.

Walking out the door, Barbara asked, "What do you think?" What do you think...... Could what he said be true? I know that Mr. Hurt has been diagnosed as insane, but I still feel ......"

"Did you notice the medicine bottle on the fireplace?" Roy asked coldly.

"Hmm...... No. ”

"The label says alprazolam, one of the commonly used drugs for psychiatric patients." Roy said, "As far as I know, alprazolam is supposed to be a small white oval piece, but the particles in that bottle are blue. I suspect that might be...... This one. ”

He said as he handed the phone to Barbara, who glanced at it, "Antidepressants?" ”

"Yes. Unfortunately, excessive intake of these antidepressant pills can have a huge mental impact on the patient, possibly causing memory loss or worse, some permanent side effects. If someone takes advantage of this property, it may be possible to create a neurological reaction. ”

"Wait, you won't mean ......"

"I'm just saying that someone might have arranged someone in the nursing home to give medicine to this old gentleman on a regular basis." "But I haven't jumped to any conclusions. Now, let's go back to Freddy's former home. ”

Although Barbara didn't say it, she had become more and more convinced of Roy's bold speculation. The more investigations dignified, the more clues were unearthed, and the more unfavorable clues pointed to Dr. Sebastian Freddy.

She couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy in her heart.

If Roy was right, and Sebastian was really the one they were fighting for, then what was his intention to heal himself? Are all the good deeds he did just a cover for his identity?

None of this can be explained.

She followed, staring at Roy's back, clenching her fist slightly.

In any case, it must not be a burden to him. Thinking so, she took a step forward and chased after her. (To be continued.) )