Late at night.

Flickering police lights lit up half of the night sky.

Inside the yellow cordon, a white cloth covered the corpse on the ground.

Gordon, a young policeman, pulled up the cordon and asked as he drilled through, "What's going on?"

Harvey Bullock, who had been photographed with Ryan during the day, was munching on a sandwich, and when he heard that he didn't look at Gordon, he pointed to the corpse and said, "Everyone is here, see for yourself."

Gordon crouched down and pulled back the white cloth.

Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes twitched and his arms trembled.

The corpse in front of him vividly interprets what "skin and bones" are.

As his gaze scanned, he soon spotted the anomaly again.

Reaching out, he gently turned the head of the dried corpse to one side, and the two deep holes in his neck immediately caught his eyes.

Inexplicably, a cool air rushed up my back.

After a moment of inspection, Gordon took a deep breath, covered himself with a white cloth, got up and walked over to Harvey, and he whispered, "Has his identity been investigated?"

"It is clear that a homeless man who has been wandering this street since three years ago, either begging or digging through garbage every day, lives a very regular life, and a person who lives near here and talks to him several times found him lying on the ground, thinking that he was asleep or fainting, but it turned out that he had become this ghost, so he called the police."

Gordon frowned, thoughts running through his head.

Harvey swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled, "What did you think of?"

Gordon glanced at him, "You didn't think about it?"

"Of course I do, but the question is, do you believe it or not?"

Gordon pursed his lips and finally shook his head, "I don't believe there are vampires in this world."

"Oh, why?"

"If there are vampires, there should be gods." Gordon looked around at the cityscape and finally fell on Harvey, "But reality tells me that there can be no gods."

"Hey, boy, your weakness is too obvious, it's a lack of awe." Harvey smirked.

"Why, do you believe it?"

"Believe, why not? If there are vampires, we can close the case. Alright, boy, don't open your mouth!" Harvey approached Gordon and sneered, "You should know what maturity and compromise are, from the moment you shoot Oswald in the back!"

With that, he pushed Gordon aside and beckoned the medical examiner to carry the body.

Gordon looked at his back, his eyes complicated.

Villa.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Maine."

Selina frowned and didn't ask, because Ryan's answer had already revealed that he didn't want to go into detail about his purpose.

Looking at Ryan's leisurely appearance lying on the chair with her eyes closed, she struggled for a moment and took the initiative to approach.

"You asked me to follow you, but you didn't tell me what I should do. I...... Very confused."

Ryan opened his eyes and wondered, "Do you have nothing to do yourself?"

"I'm ......," Selina froze.

"Do what you want, you have the money now, and if you need help, Oswald will be a good helper."

"He?" Selina was puzzled, "He looks a little weird, and my instincts tell me he's not like a good guy."

"It's not your job to distinguish between good and bad people, you might as well divide them into useful and useless people."

Selina blinked, "That's why you brought me with you."

"Yes, you are useful."

Ryan's straightforwardness made Selina quietly give him a roll of the eyes.

"You said you were a man who was about to change the world."

Ryan laughed, "That's right, you're one of those people who has the power to help me change the world."

"Bruce too?"

"Of course, he's the main character."

"The main character

？ What about you?"

"I'm a passerby."

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Next.

Ryan leaves early, and Selina and Oswald see him off.

"Sir, I've got the car ready."

Oswald followed Ryan's advice and changed into a well-fitting suit, and his messy hair was neatly groomed, although he didn't have Alfred's temperament, he didn't look so weird and strange, and even had a unique handsomeness.

"Thanks, but not necessary." Ryan looked at them, "Gotham won't be too calm lately, be careful, if you suddenly feel like you're dying, remember to send me a message in advance."

The two looked at each other silently, and they all thought of yesterday's picture.

Ryan said no more, and his wings of light bloomed, soaring into the sky.

Oswald was shocked, then trembled with excitement, and finally raised his arms to the sky and shouted.

Serena let him vent, confusion and confusion rising again in her eyes.

Maine, located in the northeast corner of the continental United States, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, is a veritable East Coast.

There is a small coastal town called Port Ci'en.

On the shore next to the ocean there is a towering lighthouse behind which there is a house.

Here lived the lighthouse keeper and his son.

More than ten years ago, the waves were no different from today, but they never sent a woman from the bottom of the sea to land.

It was noon when Ryan arrived.

Compared to Gotham, the clear skies, bright sun, waves, seagulls, and everything else here are particularly cute.

Golden sunshine, white sand.

Two figures, one large and one small, seem to be fighting, but they are actually teaching.

The moment he locked the two, Ryan suddenly turned and fell!

The rumbling sound of the air tearing attracted the attention of the two men on the beach, and the adults looked up, and immediately took the child into their arms with a dash, and instantly rolled away.

However.

Ryan did not land directly, but paused at a height of three meters above the ground, from ultra-high speed to complete stationary in a moment.

Still, the compressed air wave he was wrapped in still blasted a large crater in the flat sand.

Gravel flying.

The adult held the child tightly in his arms and looked up for a while.

I saw that Ryan landed lightly, his light wings converged, and he stepped forward slowly.

Suddenly, the man who looked like the green goblin Osborne with his arm quickly got up, and the silver trident was lying in front of him.

"You...... Who is it?"

Ryan thought for a moment, "A good man."

"Veco." The child behind him poked his head out and called out worriedly, he looked about the same age as Ryan was now.

Vico shoved him back, looked at Ryan for a few seconds, and said, "You still look like a kid, but I feel ...... You don't seem to be human."

"That only shows that you Atlantis have a lot of misunderstanding of the definition of human beings."

Vico's eyebrows moved slightly.

Ryan stopped looking at him, his eyes fell on the child behind him.

"Arthur Curry."

Young Arthur looked again, his eyes bright: "You know me?"

"Of course, I'm here for you."

Vico's face changed slightly.

Ryan: "You should remember your mother."

Arthur's eyes lit up.

However, as he was about to speak, Vico suddenly spoke.

"Alright. Whatever you know, or where you hear something, I hope you don't hurt a child with those words."

Ryan's smile didn't change, "He should be about my age."

Vico breathed.

Immediately, he shook his head and said, "That's why you should know better

Something that means something to him. A peaceful and peaceful life is not easy to come by."

Ryan looked into Arthur's eyes, "But life without family is like a piece of the puzzle that is forever missing."

Arthur couldn't help but nod.

Vico had no choice but to ask, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I said I was a good person, so I wanted to take him to his mother."

Hearing this, Vico's face finally changed.

However, Arthur ran straight behind him.

Vico grabbed him by the collar as Arthur struggled as he asked aloud, "Do you know where my mother is?"

"Yes."

"He can't know!" Vico interjected.

Ryan continued, "She was sacrificed."

Vico was shocked.

Arthur wondered, "What do you mean?"

"It's just being sacrificed or thrown at the bottom of the sea as food for some horrible things at the bottom of the sea."

When Arthur heard this, he immediately burst into tears: "She...... Is she dead?"

"Nope." Ryan shook his head.

This answer made both of them look at him in surprise at the same time.

Ryan added, "But just because you don't die now doesn't mean you won't die next."

Arthur was in a trance for a moment, then jerked back to look back at Vico.

"Vico, I'm going to save her! Definitely!"

Vico looked complicated, let out a long sigh and let go of his clothes.

Arthur turned back in surprise and wanted to continue asking Ryan, but the next second suddenly his eyes went black and he fell to the ground limply.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Vico's hand knife, "How can you bully a child?"

"Alas, you were the one who provoked the problem that shouldn't have been."

Ryan chuckled, "According to your idea, as long as you close your eyes, the world is completely non-existent? Could it be that there are creatures at the bottom of the sea that have the same habits as ostriches?"

"You'll know." Vico turns the trident.

"You're going to arrest me?"

"It wasn't my intention, kid, but what you know proves that Atlantis has been seriously leaked, and I must bring you back for review."

Ryan nodded, reached forward, and shook it gently.

In an instant, the white light in the palm erupted, and the extremely condensed light extended from the palm to both ends, turning into a halberd in the blink of an eye.

"Come."

Vico stepped forward, and the trident stabbed straight at him. Looking at his demeanor and limbs, it is obvious that he is not doing his best.

He was probably wary, but he couldn't help but think of Ryan as a child.

As a result, Ryan drove Fang Tianhalberd to rotate with one hand, and also stabbed forward.

The two sharp edges collided against each other with great precision, and the cold light flashed at the extremely thin clash.

Vico took three steps back, and Ryan stood still.

"Work hard." Ryan said.

Vico looked at him again in surprise, "You're really unusual."

The human strength of Atlantis is generally higher than that of ordinary humans on land, and as a battle-hardened warrior, Vico's strength has made a very large breakthrough.

So, in the next attack, Vico burst out all his strength step by step.

But with no less strength than his opponent and more agile reflexes and subtle moves, Ryan was still able to perform with ease even with one hand.

The more Vico fought, the more frightened he became.

Finally, after a moment of experience, Ryan saw that when Vico stabbed again, he used Fang Tianji's crescent moon to put a strand into it, and with a sharp twist of his wrist, the trident flipped violently, and Vico had to let go.

After flying the opponent's weapon, the halberd broke through the air with an invincible force.

Vico's eyelids trembled.

Swish!

The wind split the hair that was scattered across his forehead.

The blade came to rest a millimeter above his eyebrows.