Put Ryan. After Knicks' letter was delivered to the designated location in Queens, Mori went to Knicks's slum complex in the afternoon to give him his own request for weapons. Ryan. Nix thought that Mori would ask for a dagger, a machete, or even a small-caliber pistol, but who knew that the weapon he asked for was actually just a stick.

Dirty workbench, Ryan. Nicks unfolded the drawings.

"The shape is very simple, just a double-length blast stick."

"But you ...... your requirements for materials"

"It must be flexible and hard enough, and the weight of the whole stick can only weigh about three eggs."

Ryan. The corners of Nyx's mouth twitched.

I thought it was just a kid's play, but who knew how Eton would ask for it.

And, at the thought of promising to lend him five people, Knicks had a headache.

He pulled the collar of his overalls open to make it easier to breathe, so as not to be by this little devil who looked like a little angel. "Little ghost, what the hell do you want this special weapon for? It's not something you can get casually, you're too demanding of materials. ”

Mori Guang frowned slightly, "How much do you want?" ”

Because this is the companion weapon of the [Dog Stick Method].

"I don't give you all your money." Ryan. The Knicks didn't have a good airway.

"So, you're going to refuse?"

Morimitsu wanted him to pay attention to his words, "Mr. Nix, I've never taken a penny from you for nothing. ”

Ryan. Knicks gave a look of embarrassment. "Okay, you're the most capable young man under me."

"I'm in a factory in the slums and no man's land, and there is not a single assembly line that can meet your requirements. Okay, I see, this weapon is just my gift to you. ”

Gift?

Morimitsu glanced at Knicks and turned to leave the lair.

Ryan. The Knicks have special care for themselves, and they know in their hearts that he is in harmony with Ryan. The relationship between the Knicks is similar to that of friends, at least that's what he thinks.

After leaving the Knicks' lair, Shen Senguang walked through several streets and found a rough room that looked very simple from the outside.

Gotham City is full of unfinished projects that are built but not sold.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, Morimitsu flexibly jumped onto the wall and entered the house with [Divine Walk Hundred Steps].

He quickly checked around.

The wool threads placed on the edge of the window did not change their position;

There are no stranger's footprints on the floor;

The dust on the floor didn't move.

Recently, there have been no strangers breaking in.

Mori found the place where he had spread the newspaper, he took off his shoes, socks, plaid shirt and brown sweatpants, flipped through the board, took out a red T-shirt and blue slacks from the compartment under the board, and changed into himself. "It looks like someone has been eyeing me, and I don't know who it is lately, but they always enter the few strongholds where I often stay."

"According to common sense, even homeless people rarely enter these places."

…………

On another street in the East End, a Bugatti EB16.4 Veyron was parked in front of the rough house, worth $1.5 million.

Bruce. When Wayne and Alfred entered the rough room, they soon found that the floor of the room was covered with newspapers, neatly folded into a bed. Alfred sighed: "Does Young Master Eaton live in this kind of place? ”

"Master Bruce. It was one of the few streets he frequented, but today for unknown reasons, he didn't show up in any of them. ”

Bruce. Wayne walked around the room in silence, and suddenly he walked to the middle of the newspaper, tore it, and opened a board underneath it.

It's a cubicle.

"Young Master, how did you find out?"

Bruce. Wayne gave a quirky expression, "I like to hide things under my bed. “

All right.

Alfred laughed dumbly, almost forgetting that you were father and son.

Bruce. Wayne looked through the contents of the cubicle, which contained newspapers with local facts, some smaller dollars, two wound patches and a half-sack of compressed biscuits, and two notebooks.

"It's still a good day, Damian wouldn't be so prepared, if he could be like ......" Bruce. Wayne skimmed over the sad topic, and no matter what he did these days, he couldn't help but think about Damian, the boy with Middle Eastern roots.

No, there is no one to replace Damian.

What are you doing?

Bruce flipped through the contents of his notebook, which was filled with inexplicable symbols and language. Bruce, who is fluent in the languages of sixty-four countries, knows that this is not a natural language, but a language created for the purpose of secrecy. Although he couldn't read the language at all, he could tell from the little figures in his notebook that these two were probably notes on martial arts training.

Is Eaton trained in martial arts?

Bruce. Wayne frowned in confusion.

According to the investigations of several detectives he hired, Eaton had no exposure to militarized/specialized combat training, and the two notebooks looked like notes on martial arts skills, but in fact they did not match any of the fighting skills he knew.

Muay Thai? Sanda? Interception?

It won't be French kickboxing, because while it is not known what it is, there are obvious characteristics of oriental martial arts skills.

Bruce. Wayne thought it was amused and shook his head. "Maybe it's nothing, it's just that children read too many comics and draw things."

After looking at the notebook, Alfred added, "It's also very good in terms of pure painting. ”

Bruce packed up everything and got up to leave the rough room.

"Let's go back."

"Master Bruce, I thought you'd keep looking."

"The location is locked, but he's running away from us. He may not know who we are, but he noticed that someone was looking for him, so he avoided us. Besides, Mass is to be celebrated for Damian tonight. ”

…………

On August 22, the night was thick and the stars were fighting.

Shen Senguang sat alone on the bare balcony of the hair room, and the cool breeze of the night swished into the collar of his clothes. He sat alone in the cold wind, not to punish himself, but because he was bored.

Today is my birthday.

Mori Guang looked up at the starry sky, feeling that the universe is infinitely vast, in his previous life, he would always have a large group of relatives and friends around him on his birthday, but now he is alone, alone on the balcony.

In this city, there are no friends of their own, and no one knows that they are traversers.

He is unique, he is unique.

So, he couldn't fit in with any of the collectives in the city.

Li Bai has a sentence, raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

How lonely it must be.

That's why I can fantasize about the three of them.

Ding dong~

The phone rang and Ryan. Nix's voice came from the phone. "Hello? It's your birthday, isn't it? Haha, we've got a whole table waiting for you today, come on, our little angel. ”

There was a bunch of heckling minions coming from behind the phone.

You can imagine how happy the idle gangsters on the other end of the phone were!

Morimitsu hung up the phone and pretended to be nothing, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

You idiots.