By the time Bruce gradually regained consciousness, it was already dark, and he felt as if he had had a dream, and when he woke up, he had completely forgotten what he had dreamed.

Bruce felt hungry, but with no food ready to feed him, he stood up, then shook twice and sat down on the floor.

Sitting in an incorrect sitting position for a long time puts too much force on his pelvis, resulting in poor blood circulation in his back and legs, in short, numbness in his legs.

Bruce fell with his elbow on the edge of the steps, and he screamed in pain, grinning at his arm.

"Damn, that's unlucky, isn't it?"

He said, but suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and he realized that there were no outsiders here, and he didn't need to act for anyone to see, so he pursed his lips and stood up again.

And this time it was dizziness that attacked him, and not eating for a long time made him have some symptoms of low blood sugar, but fortunately, his body was originally very strong, so he was just dizzy for a while, and then returned to normal.

Bruce walked slowly out, found the car he was driving over, and sat in the cab, he let out a sigh of relief, but as soon as he was about to start the car, he found that it could not be ignited at all.

After several repeated attempts, Bruce had to get out of the car to check the car's engine, and after opening the hood, he froze.

Because the whole engine is gone.

Bruce closed the hood hard, he looked left and right, and found no trace of the thief, which is very common in Gotham, it can only be said that the other party also left him a shell, which is already quite a thief.

The sedan wasn't a Batmobile, it hadn't undergone those complicated modifications, and it didn't have a spare engine, so it was completely unoperable now.

Bruce looked left and right and found a public phone booth on a nearby street, and when he walked in, he called Schiller and said, "Professor, please go to Wayne Manor and take Aisha to your manor." ”

"Yes, Alfred is sick and can't take care of her for the time being, and I may have to trouble you during this time, thank you, Professor."

After hanging up, Bruce lowered his head and sighed, and when he turned to walk out of the phone booth, it was raining outside again.

This is the western edge of Gotham, which is also a wealthy area, and every household has a private car, most of which have their own driver, and there are almost no taxis, so there are generally no taxis here.

Bruce now has two options, go back to the public phone booth and call for a taxi, or walk straight back to the estate.

It's not far from Wayne Manor, so Bruce decides to walk back on his own, anyway, even if he goes back to the manor, it's empty, so why rush back?

Or rather, he actually had a kind of resistance, hoping that the return journey would be a little longer, so that he would not have to face the empty manor hall.

Walking out of the alley and standing on the street, Bruce looked left and right, discerned the direction, and walked towards the end of the street.

The night rain in Gotham was cold, but Bruce didn't care, he walked slowly back along the street, and soon, a familiar building came into his view.

It was the Grand Theater of Gotham, the landmark of the West End, and the last time Bruce was here, it was as Batman who saw a big play in the execution of the Owl Court.

Now there are no owls, but there is no Batman either.

Bruce was standing behind the Gotham Theater, not in front of the gate, so there weren't many cars or pedestrians, but from this angle, the Gotham Theater was brightly lit, and the light from the windows illuminated half of the street.

This is actually quite rare, because the big theater is so old that for a few years, there will be no decent troupe willing to come and perform.

Looking up at the light coming through the window, Bruce remembered what Alfred had said about the Angelica Theatre Company, which he had heard of and the name of which was a very famous troupe on the East Coast.

Bruce remembers that when he was in the Met, he had seen specific information about the actors at the door of a certain theater, and now the lead actor of the troupe was named Alex Brown.

Smith is a very handsome young actor.

He often played the leading role in Shakespeare's plays, especially during the protagonist's handsome youth, and the girls on the East Coast liked to call him "the dream of the Met".

And the counterpart is the heroine of this troupe, Vicky Sandra, known as the Pearl of the East Coast.

There are rumors that they are a couple, but they themselves deny this, and since they often play couples on stage, many gossip newspapers have seized on this and often followed them, taking all kinds of photos in the hope of digging up their deeper relationship.

As this material played through Bruce's mind, he found it to be an instinct for him to jot down everything he heard and watched, and then as soon as he saw something related to it, he immediately reviewed it from beginning to end to make sure he didn't miss any important information.

But what's the use? Bruce thinks that Batman is a thing of the past, and now, as long as he puts on a batsuit, he will be the street rat that everyone shouts at.

Even if he wanted to help others now, the victim would scream again and again when he saw him, as if he had seen a ghost, desperately running away without cooperation.

Bruce lowered his head, intending to move forward, but just then, he heard the sound of a vase breaking from inside the theater, in a room near his direction.

Bruce instinctively turned his head to look at the room where the voice came from, the room was filled with warm light, but in the same way, the figure blocking the light became extremely clear.

The silhouette of a woman in a gown swayed to the window, slapped the window twice, and then slowly fell.

Bruce's eyes widened, and without thinking about it, he rushed to the window, and when he stood under the wall and looked closely, he found that the place where the woman had just slapped had left a blood stain, indicating that she was in a very bad condition.

The room was on the third floor on the east side of the theater, and Bruce immediately began to look for a way to the third floor, but there was only one entrance to the theater, not even a back door, and the only way to get to the room immediately was to climb the wall.

Bruce found a drain in the corner, climbed up it with two clicks, and jumped from the balcony of the easternmost window to the balcony of that room.

He tugged at the closed window, making a loud noise, and as he looked through the window, he saw as if a figure had been startled away by the sound.

But because his eyes couldn't immediately adjust to the ample light in the room, Bruce couldn't see what the figure looked like, not even male and female, except for his flustered figure and a series of subtle, almost imperceptible footsteps.

With a "bang", he pulled the window open, climbed over the windowsill, and rushed inside, where Bruce saw a woman in a gown collapsed in the middle of the room.

Blood spread along her chest, staining most of her dress red, and before Bruce had time to think too much, she rushed to the woman's side, reaching out and holding down the artery in her neck.

But alas, this woman is dead.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in, and the man in the lead shouted, "What's wrong?" Why is there such a big movement?! ”

Suddenly, a scream was heard, and Bruce looked up, and in the bright halo he saw a familiar face, it was Miss Goth, and she screamed and shouted, "No! Miss Vicky! What happened to you?! ”

She rushed forward in a panic, but took a few steps back because of the strong smell of blood.

In the crowd, a gentleman came out and helped Miss Goethe up, he looked at Bruce, and said solemnly, "Who are you?" How did you end up here? What did you do to Miss Vicky? ”

"Oh my God! Mr. Wayne! Another scream rang out, and Mrs. Goethe came out of the crowd, and she grabbed Mr. Witt in front of her, saying, "Mr. Witt, you may not know him, he's Bruce Wayne!" ”

"Mr. Wayne, what are you doing there? Come on, that corpse might be a little ...... I mean...... The blood may not be clean, so you better hurry up! Mrs. Goethe waved to Bruce with concern.

Bruce stood up and looked at the group, there were nine of them,

Mr. Witte stood in the middle, Mother and Daughter Gothic stood on the right, and another fat man stood with them,

On the left is another young man who looks a little like Werther, with the owner of Angelica's troupe next to him.

A little further back, another tall man was pushing forward, and he made his way through the crowd and threw himself next to Vicky, shouting, "No! Vicky! What happened to you? Call a doctor! Fast! ”

"Alex, calm down!" Another older actor rushed up and held Alex up.

Bruce saw that the man named Alex was indeed very handsome, with long hair and a performance armor costume, and his whole body jingled when he was half-kneeling on the ground.

There were two other people, one of whom had a makeup brush in his hand and looked like he was a makeup artist in the troupe, and the other was carrying a notebook in his hand, probably a prop master.

More than a dozen people surrounded the house, and after a while, the police arrived.

When Gordon saw Bruce, he reached out to cover his forehead, he pulled the hem of the trench coat behind with one hand, touched the side of his cheek with the other, and asked Bruce, "Why are you here?" ”

Bruce stood still, looking down at the corpse, and didn't speak.

But at this time, Mrs. Goethe stepped forward and said to Gordon, "Mr. Wayne may have come here, after all, every mailbox in our manor district has received a list of plays from Angelica's Theatre Company......"

"In East Coast theater circles, audiences can visit backstage before the play is performed, and I think Mr. Wayne is probably here for that, just like we are."

Mrs. Goethe helped Bruce explain a lot, but at this time, Mr. Witt raised doubts, saying, "He was already here when we stormed the room, and he was the first person to touch the corpse, so he was very suspicious......"

Mrs. Goethe glared desperately at Envoy Werther, but Werther was as if he hadn't seen him, Miss Goethe was crying, Alex was on her knees and wailing, and the others looked incredulous.

Gordon was so annoyed by the situation that he had to kick everyone out of the room, divide them into groups, and let them stay in other rooms to wait for interrogation.

He called Bruce out first and asked him, "What the hell is going on with you?" Didn't I say it all? Stop a little these days, or you might really get wanted...... Wait, why aren't you wearing a uniform? ”

Only then did Gordon realize that it wasn't Batman who was here, but Bruce Wayne, but how could Bruce Wayne be involved in the murder?

The current situation has completely exceeded his expectations, and Gordon knows a truth very well, that is, as long as either of Batman and Schiller appears at the scene of the murder, it proves that this case may be *** annoying.

Gordon pressed his temple with a bit of a headache, he looked at Bruce and said, "Okay, so what do you see?" Who killed the heroine of the troupe? ”

Bruce shook his head and said, "I don't know. ”