Before poor Tom could react, his eyes went black and he passed out.

Dean quickly carried the fainted Tom onto his shoulder, then pulled out his hook gun and fired it at the top floor of the hotel, taking Tom up to the rooftop with him.

When he came to the hotel before, Dean found that the roof of the hotel was bare, and there were no stairs or elevators to enter the hotel.

Although there is a ventilation duct to reach the Presidential Suite on the 25th floor, there is only one exclusive elevator in the Presidential Suite that goes directly to the first floor, and a special elevator card is required to activate it.

So Dean couldn't sneak into the auction using the ventilation ducts.

But for Dean, the rooftop still has an advantage to exploit.

That is, there is hardly anyone else who will come up here, and he can rest assured that Tom is in a coma on the rooftop.

"You'd better get a little more sleep."

Dean made Tom lie flat in the center of the rooftop, then took a small sleeping pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth, allowing him to swallow it.

The sleeping pills are specially made so that they melt quickly in the mouth, and the effect is not so strong, and you will almost wake up after about five or six hours of sleep.

Then, Dean took off Tom's coat and pants and put them on for himself, and then pulled out the face mask he had made a few days ago and put it on.

During this time, Dean often came to the neighborhood to investigate, especially paying attention to the situation in the back kitchen.

Then he found that almost every person who came out to take out the garbage was Tom, and judging from the latter's age, it was not difficult to deduce that this was an intern who had just joined the company for two and a half months, and did all the odd work.

So Dean made Tom's mask early, which came in handy.

But even if it's not Tom who comes out to take out the trash, it's not too much of a problem.

Dean always had two or three half-finished faceless masks on his body, and he could improvise anyone's face, just to deal with the situation.

"Ahem - I really need to get some rest...... I really had a good rest, perfect! ”

After changing his clothes, putting on his mask, and making sure that he looked exactly as impeccable as Tom, Dean coughed twice and cleared his throat.

He said two words in succession, and his voice changed rapidly, and in just two sentences, the timbre was close to the point that the human ear could not distinguish it.

Back on the ground, Dean used Tom's staff card to open the back door of the hotel and walked in, holding the trash can that Tom had taken out.

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Gotham International Hotel, at the door.

A pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove up and stopped in front of the red carpet that had been rolled out.

Dick Grayson and Alfred, dressed in luxurious gowns, got out of the back seat and the driver's seat, respectively.

The hotel's parking attendant immediately walked over, took Alfred's place in the driver's seat, and drove the car to the parking lot.

At the same time, the welcoming waiter also came to the two of them, and after examining the invitations, he saluted respectfully: "Dear Mr. Grayson, and Mr. Pennyworth, welcome to the auction." ”

"Please follow me."

Led by the greeting waiter, Dick and Alfred entered the hotel lobby together.

Then they saw a whole line of solemn GCPD officers, conducting security checks on every guest who entered the hotel.

The leader of the team is nearly half a hundred years old, with a big belly and a greasy cowboy hat, and it is none other than Gordon's deputy Harvey Bullock.

"Officer Bullock, who are you?"

Alfred went up with Dick to inquire.

"Oh, Mr. Pennyworth, and little Grayson, you're here, does that mean Mr. Wayne is coming to the auction too?"

When Bullock saw Alfred and the two, he said very familiarly.

He also patted Dick on the shoulder, "I haven't seen you for two years, I didn't expect you to grow so tall, how are you doing in that big house in Wayne?" Is Mr. Wayne okay with you? ”

Dick's parents used to work in Gotham's most famous circus, performing all kinds of difficult aerial acrobatics, and were known as the flying Graysons.

Later, during a performance, the Graysons were murdered and died on stage, when Dick was eight or nine years old.

Bruce Wayne happened to be watching a circus show with his girlfriend that day, and Bruce, who was touched by the scene, decided to adopt Dick on the spot, so that Dick would not be an orphan.

And the people in charge of the case at the time were Gordon and Bullock, and they knew each other well.

"Thank you for your concern, Officer Bullock, I'm doing well, and both Alfred and Bruce see me as real family and have no reservations about me."

Dick said with a smile.

"That's good."

Brock nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. Wayne has something to do tonight, so I'm the only one who comes with Master Richard."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Alfred spoke.

"Most of them are busy accompanying a beautiful woman to live in a two-person world."

Brock snorted.

"There are so many police officers in the hotel, is it for the strange thief Kidd who said on the news?"

Alfred asked knowingly as he looked at the full row of officers next to him.

"Well, as far as we know, Kidd the Strange Thief is suspected to have superb disguise skills, or similar shapeshifting abilities to Clay Face, so anyone you see is likely to be Kidd the Strange Thief, so in addition to checking the invitation, you must go through another inspection when entering the hotel."

Bullock said as he reached for Dick in front of him without warning, grabbing his cheek.

"It's like this."

"Ouch! You~Doing~Hm~~~"

Dick, whose cheek was suddenly pinched, muttered.

"Whether it's a transfiguration technique or a shaping superpower like a clay face, as long as you hold your face hard like this, you can tell if the other party is the person."

Bullock let go of his hand, and Dick's cheeks were slightly red and swollen, and it seemed that Bullock was using a lot of force.

Then he went to pull Alfred's face again, but this time it was much softer, after all, Alfred was very old.

At the entrance of the hotel lobby, every guest who comes in has to go through this experience, of course, if there are female guests who do not want to be touched by male police, GCPD also has female police.

"I'm sorry, but this is also to make sure that Kidd the Monster Thief doesn't sneak in from our eyes, please be considerate."

Bullock said sorry with a smile on his face that wasn't the same at all.

"Where's Director Gordon, didn't he come today?"

Dick rubbed his face, turned his head to look around, and asked.

"Jim is setting up the fence at the auction venue, and I'm just the gatekeeper."

Brock explained.

"Then we won't bother you on your official business, Officer Bullock."

Alfred said with a smile, taking Dick through security and taking the elevator to the auction site on the eighteenth floor.

(The college entrance examination starts today, brothers)