Chapter 50: It Can't Be Fake, It's Not True (Ask for Collection!) Ask for follow-up! )

Barbara walked over to one of the walls on the left side of the basement and reached out to stroke the wall, her eyes glazed over.

"If I'm not mistaken, based on the structure and size of this mansion, there should be a lot of space in this area."

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Bang bang!

Barbara pressed her ear to the wall and tapped her hand on the wall a few times.

As she knocked on the wall, she kept moving her position, and when she knocked on a certain part, she suddenly heard the sound of the knock change.

"The voice is...... Sure enough, something is wrong! ”

At this moment, she dared to conclude that there was definitely a secret room hidden behind this wall.

Why did Dean make a secret room in his basement?

With a strange glint in her eyes, Barbara began to look for a switch to enter the secret room.

"The overall structure of this form of the chamber is not complicated, and the entrance switch should not be set too far away."

She moved so that she was just parallel to the part where the strange sound was making, and then reached out and continued to grope the wall.

And so it went for a few minutes.

Click!

Suddenly, Barbara's eyes lit up, and she felt as if her fingers had touched some trigger mechanism, and there was a distinct mechanical sound.

With a single force, the part that the hand was pressing completely sank into the wall.

Immediately after, the wall in front of him began to tremble slightly.

With a rumbling sound, the walls opened to the sides, revealing an opening just big enough for a person to pass through, and the space behind the passage was pitch black, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Tsk~ It's really a pretty old-fashioned setting, but it makes me much easier."

Barbara looked at the entrance to the secret room in front of her, her expression lacking in interest.

"Let me see what's hidden here...... What! ”

When Barbara walked into the secret room with a flashlight and saw the environment inside, her pupils instantly shrank.

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On the other side, Wayne Manor.

In a low-key and luxurious dining room, Dean, Dick and Alfred sit together at the table for a sumptuous dinner.

Despite the fact that the table was full of dishes that he couldn't name, Dean ate happily.

It should be said or not, the meals of rich people are indeed different from those eaten by normal people.

"How does it feel, Mr. Suston, is the meal appetizing?"

Alfred asked, smiling.

"Delicious, you're the best chef I've ever met, Mr. Pennyworth, and to be honest I'm wondering if I should find a butler like you."

Dean exclaimed after wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"But my house isn't as big as Wayne Manor, and I can barely take care of it on my own."

"You're in a bad regard, Mr. Suston," Alfred humbly replied to Dean's compliment, and then added, "I don't mean to meddle in your affairs, but I want you to know that the butler doesn't exist just to have a servant in the house." ”

"He can also be a trusted family member who is always there for you."

"I agree with you, Mr. Pennyworth, it's clear that you are a trustworthy member of the Wayne family."

Dean nodded, and a thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Maybe I should have found a helper......

"I'm full."

At this time, Dick next to him put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the other two.

"Have you finished eating? Dean, when can we start scheduling magic teaching? ”

"Dick, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry about it yet."

Dean had eaten almost at this time, and he also put down his knife and fork, and said to Dick with a serious face.

"Before I start teaching you, I have a few more questions for you that will determine the kind of magic I will teach you and the final result."

While he was saying something serious, Dean was thinking about something else.

"It's been almost three hours since school ended, but Dick hasn't asked me any special questions, and now I'm acting like a teenager who really wants to learn magic tricks to make girls, why don't you ask me about Kidd?"

I thought Dick would have been vaguely knocking on his side, and maybe even deliberately asking sensitive questions to test his reaction.

It turned out to be calm from beginning to end, and he didn't ask anything except magic learning.

Dean always felt something weird.

"Did he really just want to learn magic? Impossible, absolutely impossible! This is not at all in line with Robin's identity, he and the Batgirl have begun to doubt my identity, and it is impossible for me not to do anything......"

Thinking of this, Dean's heart suddenly moved, and he almost ignored the existence of the bat girl.

I thought it was just Dick testing himself alone, but now it seems that Dick's task is probably just to drag himself down.

Since the Batgirl is not here, she can only go to one place.

At this point, Dean finally figured out the cause and effect.

"No wonder Dick invited me to Wayne Manor for some reason, it turned out that it was to get rid of me so that the Batgirl could steal the house."

Thinking of this, Dean did not panic, because he had expected this situation for a long time and had already made arrangements at home in advance.

"Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, can you see through the truth behind the illusion?"

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Meanwhile, the Saston House, an underground vault.

The whole secret room is not too big, it is full of dust, judging from the thickness of the dust, no one should have entered it for about half a year.

Most of the items inside are old furniture, such as wardrobes or dressers.

Obviously, Dean didn't need a dresser.

When Barbara approached the dresser, she noticed that there was no skincare product on it, but a black-and-white photograph.

The photo shows a couple with the words "dear parents" written on it.

In addition to this photograph, several portraits of the Sustons are also hung on several walls of the chamber.

For a moment, Barbara's face became extremely complicated.

There was a bit of heaviness, a bit of relaxation, and a bit of apology in his expression.

She knew what the old furniture and furnishings in the chamber were.

These are all relics left behind by the Sustons.

Barbara wasn't surprised that Dean had built a secret room to store her parents' relics, because she had seen something far crazier than that.

As the saying goes, if you put these relics in the open place at home, it is easy to evoke bad memories when you see them, and they will always be shrouded in the haze of the death of your parents.

There's nothing wrong with Dean putting these items together in the secret room and coming in once a year or six months to look at them, but it's still a good thing for Dean's mental health.

"It seems that I really made a mistake, and the strange thief Kidd should not be Dean."

Barbara looked down, looked at the footprints on the dust, and sighed.

"It's time to figure out how to solve this problem......"