In the night, two pitch-black, domineering motorcycles go hand in hand, and the handsome shape and honeycomb motor ahead of the times are enough to make anyone feel excited.

The two cars stopped in front of a huge factory, the front of which was lit up with red and yellow fluorescents, respectively.

Because Batgirl's Batmobile was given to the Winged Knight, Batman generously gave her another one not long ago.

The factory was quite large, towering in the night without the slightest light, like a behemoth, silently watching the visitors. Standing outside the gate and looking up, a sense of awe was born of being looked down upon by giants.

"This is it?" Barbara followed Roy, who had just picked the chain lock of the door, into the door and asked.

"There's not a lot of place in Gotham where you can step on flax oil. Combined with the location of the other components extracted from the footprints of the unknown Mr. kidnapper, yes, this is it. ”

Roy said as he turned on his flashlight and walked inside. The flashlight is like a bright eye, presenting them with everything in the circular area of the flashlight.

Barbara unconsciously clings to Roy's back. The two of them, led forward by the beam of light emitted by a lone flashlight, reminded her of her childhood adventures.

She was certainly not afraid. She's a bat girl, and she's never going to be intimidated by a little eerie atmosphere, it's just that in this environment, she unconsciously approaches the person she can rely on.

Roy switched the flashlight to ultraviolet light. The eerie purple light drove away the darkness and replaced their territory, only to appear more hideous.

"Footprints." Roy whispered, raising his arms so that the light could shine farther away.

Sure enough, a column of footprints appeared in his light. Unlike footprints extracted from the bedroom of a missing child. The footprints here are more clearly visible.

Roy followed the footprints, and Barbara followed him.

"Mr. Kidnapper's footprints came from here...... The toes hit the ground first, and I guess his car was parked in this position and he got off the car here. Roy said.

"Maybe the kidnapped child he kidnapped was in his car." Barbara added, "It's possible that he's bringing kidnapped kids here." ”

 。 Roy didn't speak, and continued to follow the footprints.

"He's walked around here several times." Roy said.

"Why? Is he looking for something? ”

"Nope. He's waiting for someone. Roy crouched down, his gloves brushing lightly on the ground, "Soot." He smoked at least two cigarettes while waiting here, and I guess whoever he was waiting for wasn't very punctual. ”

After the inspection outside the door,

The two walked inside.

There was nothing special in it at first glance, just a pile of dark green oil drums.

The ultraviolet light found no visible traces, and it looked like the kidnapper might not have entered at all. It looked like he had just made an appointment with someone to meet outside the factory.

Roy switched back to his normal flashlight and dangled between several oil drums for a long time. Ultimately. The light rested on one of the paint buckets.

"The paint on this bucket looks fresh." Barbara took a closer look at the barrel that caught Roy's attention and said, "It's a little newer than the others." ”

Roy listened with his ear on the surface of the barrel, tapping the back of his hand several times in succession.

"You're well observed, Babs Jobs, but you should have been more careful." "The paint on this bucket is newer than the others, and the product code is a little lower. It was supposed to be older. There are many dents on the surface of the uppermost end. If you tap carefully, you will find that the sound of knocking is different from other barrels. The barrel next to it contains industrial liquids. But judging from the sound of the sound, it was clearly not liquid in this thing. ”

With that, he handed the flashlight to Barbara, and he grabbed the side of the lid of the barrel, pinched the iron sheet on it, and opened it with brute force.

The flashlight struck the dark barrel, and Barbara couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

The corpse, a corpse that died a horrible death. A man in a red shirt, dark gray trousers, and a beard with a twisted joint was stuffed into the bucket. The blood that flowed from his body was several centimeters deep, and most of his clothes were stained a shocking color.

Minutes later, Roy had dragged the body out and laid it flat on the ground.

"I've informed the police anonymously and they should be there in a moment." Barbara said. After a pause, he added, "Come clean up the mess, that's what the police specialize in." Well, anyway, did you find anything? ”

Roy held his chin and stared at the hideous corpse for a moment, and said slowly, "Sort of." I've just made the name of this guy, Bobby Moorman, a guy who has nothing to do with politics. Like politics, this guy can't fight the ambassador, the father of the kidnapped child. However, I compared his shoe prints with those found at the crime scene, and ww.uuknsh.om) the results were a perfect match. The cigarettes in his pocket also matched the cigarette ash outside, not to mention speculations about his height. So, I'm pretty sure he's the suspect who showed up at the crime scene. ”

"So he's the one who took the kid." Barbara said, "This is great, it looks like this guy accidentally provoked someone and killed him, and maybe no one knows where that kid is." ”

"I doubt that." Roy shook his head and said, "Bobby Moorman is a third-rate criminal, and he can't even think of kidnapping and blackmailing an ambassador like him." So there is no doubt about this case, and it is impossible for him to complete it himself, someone else gave him an idea, he is just an executor. ”

Barbara raised her eyebrows: "Then you mean ......"

"Just speculation. However, I think that the murderer who killed him is also the culprit of the kidnapping case. "And I think I already know who the killer is." Come and see, Babs, what can you find from the corpse? ”

Barbara scrutinized as much as she could, trying not to miss any details, she always wanted to look good in front of Roy, as if that was the only way to appear worthy of his partner.

"I'm not sure......," she said hesitantly, "this is...... Scratches and bites? Seems to be ......"

"Be confident, Xiaoba." Roy encouraged, "You've found it right. The wound was indeed caused by the minions of the animal...... Large animals. And in Gotham, we happen to know an animal that fits the above characteristics. ”

"Killer crocodile......" Barbara whispered. To be continued.