"I was really careless today, that guy is so strong that he is a cow, and I was a little caught off guard. But next time I'll be prepared, and I'll definitely meet him again."

Roy said as soon as he entered the door, but stopped at this point.

For he noticed that the first person to appear in the living room was not Barbara, but a handsome young man with a straight posture and a sun-like atmosphere, looking at him with a friendly smile. Roy did feel a familiar aura from him.

"So, I'm guessing you're Dick Grayson." Roy said.

"Yes." Dick smiled, "And we've already met the Winged Knights. ”

Roy was slightly stunned, and then remembered with a slight frown: "Is that what you mean by Nightwing?" Please don't look at me with such surprise, there are only a few people I've met and know who I am, and you can't be Bruce Wayne or Alfred in the first place. Red Robin? No, it's not, it's more obvious that you don't have the same temperament as him, and the two of you don't have the same face shape. ”

"It's pretty simple." Dick seemed a little embarrassed that he didn't react for a moment, "It's just that you're thinking pretty fast." ”

"He's always thought fast." Barbara came out in a wheelchair and said, "It looks like you've already met first, so I don't have to introduce each other to this procedure." ”

After a pause, she added, "I've just told Dick about the case you're working on, and he's interested. I know that the two of you may have some common language in terms of reconnaissance, and maybe you can work together to solve the case, and maybe get to know each other a little bit along the way. ”

"Not good." Almost without thinking about it, Roy said dryly.

"Why?" Barbara asked.

Roy said, "Do you know why I didn't go to be a police officer?" Quite simply, because I was not interested. As I said earlier, I like to be alone. I chose to be a consultant detective because I didn't have to report everything to my superiors, I didn't have to worry about other people all the time, I could make my own decisions and act freely. So I don't need anyone to help me with this case. ”

Dick looked at Barbara helplessly: "He's stubborn. ”

Barbara leaned closer to Roy and whispered, "Well, I know, actually. But Dick is a very good friend of mine, and I know him as well as I know you. But I think you deserve to be known by more people, and I want you to have more than just a friend like me, you know that I care about you. So take it as a favor for me, okay? ”

Roy looked at the sincere concern in her beautiful blue eyes, and his heart immediately softened.

He turned around and said as he walked towards the room, "Let's find out what connection there is between the victim who just fell from the building, Rankin Theodore, and the first victim, Ram Craven, maybe this can be a clue to the true identity of our mysterious terrorist 'mirror'." ”

Barbara and Dick laughed, knowing that this was a compromise.

Barbara connected the laptop in the living room, and Roy pulled the evidence clipboard to the center of the living room, and the three of them immediately got busy.

"Mr. Rankin Theodore fell from his ninth-floor home a week ago." "But, in the words of the newspapers and the media, he 'miraculously' survived, and his condition was rapidly improving, well, until he was thrown from the hospital by our unidentified madman today." ”

"So the connection is obvious." Roy stared at the evidence clipboard he had just made and said, "The two victims did not have any intersection during their lifetimes, and the only place that can be said to be connected is the common denominator of 'great calamity does not die'." Mr. Ram Craven was the only one who survived a storm that no one said had a chance of survival; This Mr. Rankin Theodore fell from the ninth floor, and the only way to survive in this situation is to quote the two words in the newspaper - 'miracle'. So, we can assume that "

"The target of this crazy 'mirror' is those who don't die." Dick quickly caught up, "So he's probably a crazy guy with obsessive-compulsive disorder and some kind of mental stimulation, well, I'll admit we've met so many of these crazy people that it's a little bit weird." ”

Indeed, there are countless lunatics that have emerged in Gotham in the past ten years, and the quality of other madmen in the world is probably not as high as that of the madmen and criminals in Gotham City.

"And the characteristic of our current madman is that for each of his or her victims, he or she insists on reproducing the scene where he (or she) escapes from the clutches of death and kills them." Roy added, "OCD, no doubt. ”

"So it's probably going to be a little bit bigger." "Now I'm starting to think that having three people in the division of labor might not be a bad thing. We now need to collect information about all the people who have not died in the recent catastrophe, and it should not be too difficult because people who have experienced these things will generally report it, and we only need to go to the news network to collect the latest news, maybe we can determine who this Mr. Mirror target will be next, and we have reason to believe that this Mr. Mirror's target selection may also be determined on the news network. ”

Then there's the tedious engineering, analyzing and sorting out the content in the news and looking for clues that might be useful. Scouting is often a tedious step like this, but Roy is full of energy.

Barbara has a desktop and a laptop, and Roy has a notebook of his own. Roy and Barbara use laptops, and Dick uses the desktop, and the trio divide their work to gather relevant news information from the Internet. The three of them kept their heads buried in their work, and they were busy with the day. It wasn't until about one o'clock in the afternoon that Barbara called for takeout, and the three of them hastily ate something, and then put all their energy into work again.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that Dick beckoned the two men to say that they had made an important discovery.

Both Roy and Barbara leaned over to look at Dick's computer screen, and a news item took over the entire page, only to see a large headline that read:

"I got into a car accident on a holiday trip

The only survivors were federal agents

He was awarded the title of Battle Hero"

It was accompanied by a photograph of many firefighters looking at a blackened, unrecognizable car.

The two roughly skimmed through the content of the article and learned about the content of the news. Roughly speaking, Jonathan Mills, a good agent of the anti-narcotics team, and his family of four were driving on a holiday, only to have explosives installed in the car by gangsters who hated him, turning the whole car into a high-speed moving powder keg.

It was almost impossible to survive the accident, but Jonathan Mills miraculously survived and was rescued while in the driver's seat of the exploding car. But as a price, he also had to watch his wife and a pair of children being engulfed in flames less than an arm's length from him. No one can imagine the psychological trauma this would have been for a former combat hero.

"You think this Mills is the prisoner we're looking for?" Barbara asked.

"I went and checked the relevant files. Jonathan Mills, known as a combat hero, is known as the first agent of the anti-narcotics team, and his skills are quite extraordinary. Measuring two meters and weighing two hundred and fourteen pounds, do you think he's more like our suspect now? Dick said with some smugness.

Roy nodded and said, "Barbara, help us find out where this Jonathan Mills is located, and we'll visit him tonight to see if he is our mysterious mirror." ”