Mt. Takao, a suburb of Tokyo.

Fujino parked his car in a clearing next to the Mt. Takao forest.

Once the car was locked, he put on his Batman mask and headed deep into the forest.

I didn't get out of the car for a long time, and a quaint building appeared in front of me.

The quaint building resembles a temple, suspended by a mountain cliff with countless wooden shelves underneath.

The waterfall on the top of the cliff cascades down with a few cherry blossoms on the temple aisle, giving it a gentle and elegant charm.

Through the telescope function of the vision-enhancing glasses, Fujino clearly saw the plaque of the temple shrouded in night: "Sanmudji Temple"

If the average person sees such a scene, they may think that this must be some kind of Buddhist holy place.

The monks inside must also be high monks who came here to devote themselves to cultivation in order to escape from the distractions of the world.

But Fujino knew it.

In fact, this mud temple is just a tool used to collect money.

The abbot of the temple, Monk Tianyong, is a pseudo-shaman who wears the name of a monk and does all kinds of dirty things.

Retracting his gaze, Fujino took out a pair of leather gloves from his personal space and put them on, before sneaking into the mud temple.

Walking up the stairs, I cautiously opened the door of the temple and was greeted by an all-wooden entrance.

The structure of the temple is complicated, and even though Fujino had already put on soft-soled shoes before he arrived, the wooden floor was in disrepair, and even if he tried to light his steps, there was still a faint creaking sound.

"Squeak, squeak"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps around the corner in front of him.

Fujino frowned when he heard this, and pulled the bat anesthetic dart out of his carry-on space.

[100% Strength Enhancement On, Time Remaining: 59 seconds]

As the voice approached, from around the corner appeared a fat figure in a spiritual robe.

At this moment, the figure turned its head.

The two looked at each other: "............"

"Senior Brother Mu Nian, are you here to too?"

The little monk Tun Nian, who had just finished going to the toilet, squinted his eyes and recognized the figure in front of him as his senior brother.

But what awaited him was not an answer, but a ruthless bat dart that was thrown vigorously.

"Whew!"

The dart was stuck straight into his stomach.

In an instant, the little monk felt as if he had been bitten by something.

Even though it was dark in front of him, his legs collapsed to the floor.

When Fujino saw the man lying on the ground, he walked forward slowly, took off his gloves and took his pulse with common sense.

Alive.

It works well.

It was confirmed that the little monk was only turned over by numbness, and was not numbed to death.

Fujino retrieved the bat dart and continued to sneak deeper into the temple.

The night is getting darker.

In the most spacious room of the temple, the faint candlelight shines through the paper sliding.

Abbot Tianyong sat at the table in disheveled clothes, holding a wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth.

Judging from his red old face, he should have been drunk.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

Footsteps on the wooden floor outside the door.

The sudden footsteps made the old host's mood start to be irritable.

He put the wine bottle down casually, and scolded at the door with a little anger: "You don't sleep so late, are you looking for a smoke?!" ”

But just when he finished scolding people and was about to continue drinking.

A figure appeared on the paper partition of the sliding door.

It was a figure of standard stature, but strangely, there were two sharp bumps on the man's head.

The old abbot looked at the strange figure and couldn't help frowning.

But he didn't think about it that much.

It's just that his little apprentice is playing some prank.

Then, the door to his room was abruptly opened.

Before he could recover his senses, his eyes gradually became pitch black.

…………

The sound of running water came from my ears.

The old abbot slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a sky full of stars.

"Why am I here?"

The old abbot, who felt some pain in his head, slowly sat up and scratched the back of his head suspiciously.

The surrounding environment is very familiar, it should be the cliff on the top of his temple.

But how did he get here?

Could it be that you have drunk a broken piece?

With doubts in his heart, the old abbot looked around.

At a glance, I saw a man wearing a black mask and a black cloak standing not far away.

The two looked at each other: "............"

[Detective momentum trigger: cause a lot of psychological pressure to the target criminal]

"Who are you?"

The old abbot recalled what had just happened, swallowed his saliva, and the whole person was frightened by the strange figure in front of him and retreated.

It's this person, and he just saw this person before his eyes darkened.

Then I opened my eyes again, and I was already here............

“I ''m Batman”

Under the effect of the voice changer, Fujino's voice became muffled.

Like some of the richest men in Gotham.

"Baxterman?"

The old abbot muttered, with a strange expression.

Fujino didn't care about the strange expression on Lao Deng's face.

He just walked forward slowly, grabbed his neck and slowly lifted it, "How did Monk Zhongnian die?" ”

"Zhongnian?!"

The old abbot was surprised when he heard this.

He paused as he spoke, looking a little weak-hearted, "Wasn't he killed by the Tengu?" ”

Didn't hear the answer I wanted.

Fujino shook his head.

He threw the old abbot in front of him.

After all, the old abbot is over seventy years old, and his body is not ideal.

So after Fujino, who was turned on to strengthen it, fell like this, he suddenly let out a wail of pain.

"Such an old den can also kill?"

Fujino looked at the little old man who was wailing not far away, and couldn't help frowning.

In a moment, his brow gradually relaxed.

The director of an art museum can wield a big iron sword and slash people.

This seventy-year-old abbot used special techniques to kill people.

There doesn't seem to be a problem.

It can only be said that it is very Kexue.

Fujino will not be merciful because the other party is a seventy-year-old old Deng.

Putting away his thoughts, he threw the bat dart he had just recovered again.

Thirty minutes later.

Fujino held a wooden knife and knocked on the old abbot's bald head like a wooden fish.

At the same time, in Fujino's ears, the system sound was still echoing: [Kendo professional proficiency point +1, kendo professional proficiency point +1..................]

In order to prevent the wooden knife from being exposed, Fujino thoughtfully put a black linen bag on the old abbot's head before taking out the wooden knife.

He also showed off his rope skills with his hands, and when he tied his limbs, he tied a dead knot with a bat pattern.

"Monk Zhongnian should have been killed by you, right?"

Fujino repeated the action of 'knocking on the wooden fish', "What kind of means did you use to kill him, and what was your motive for killing him?" ”

"I really didn't have any intention of killing loyalty............"

Through a layer of black sacks, the old abbot's voice sounded a little muffled, but it was still so stubborn.

"I don't know what to do!"

Fujino frowned, then raised the wooden knife in his hand high and struck it straight at the back of his head under the black sack.

Syllable!

With a scream, the old abbot only felt as if he had been hit on the head by some steel pipe, and then the whole person fainted.

When he knocked on Yoshiichiro Numabuchi at the beginning, Fujino also needed to knock him out five or six times in a row.

But what about this old man?

A knife and a dizzy.

This makes Fujino knock people less fun by half.