The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman is currently on the roof of a building in the West End, and he came here following the clues of the Easter eggs.

The holiday killer's Easter egg delivery to the mob boss doesn't leave a concrete clue, but he shouldn't have given it to Bruce Wayne.

The surroundings of Wayne Manor are covered with cameras arranged by Batman, and the two cameras at the main entrance have captured a figure.

It was a newsboy who delivered newspapers between the South District and the East District. This kind of newsboy often travels between the wealthy districts in the south and the printing factory, and almost no one noticed their existence.

The camera didn't capture the newsboy's face, but his costume, and Batman eventually found him at a newspaper printing factory on the East Side.

The newsboy didn't know a lot of information. He only told Batman that someone paid them to send easter eggs.

This kind of life is very common among newsboys. They often have a fixed gathering point. Some people who need to run errands will go to their gathering point to find them and hire them to deliver some things to others.

This group of newsboys is very familiar with the terrain and routes of Gotham, and for the convenience of Gotham people, it is customary not to embarrass these errand children, so many people like to hire them to deliver meals, keys, or beer.

Batman came to the meeting point of newsboys, and the group of children described the appearance of the festival killer in a hurry, but it was of no use. When they took the order, they didn't care who the owner of the order was, as long as they were sure that the delivery was not They take orders for dangerous goods that will be robbed, and there are too many people who come every day, and no one can remember the specific appearance.

However, one of the more astute newsboys provided an important clue. He said that on the person who hired them, he smelled a chemical agent, a bit like gunpowder.

Following this clue, Batman investigated all chemical plants in Gotham City.

There are actually many chemical factories in Gotham City, but they also have to be divided into sizes. After experiencing the disaster of flooding and freezing, most of the small chemical factories have stopped production, and only a few production lines can continue to operate.

There are only four or five chemical plants that can operate normally. The investigation did not take Batman too much time. In the end, he locked his sights on a chemical plant in the West District.

This chemical factory is located underground in the West District. It is small in scale and has few production lines. Their assembly lines are not high-end, and the products they produce are not of any importance. It stands to reason that they should be closed together with other small chemical factories.

Moreover, after the disaster, almost all the underground buildings in Gotham were destroyed. This underground chemical plant was almost buried.

What goods must be produced at this time?

After prying open the lock of the back door, Batman walked in along the crack of the door. He put on the night vision goggles and saw the chaos inside the chemical plant.

Part of the southeast corner collapsed, and the ground was full of ruins. Many boxes were pressed under the wall, and some mucus flowed out. The night vision device couldn't see what the mucus was, so he moved closer.

Soon, Batman smelled a bad smell. He took a closer look and found that the boxes were full of smashed goose eggs. Bursts of stench.

And farther away, there are some boxes that have not been affected. Batman walked over and saw that there were goose egg shells that had been processed.

Easter eggs are not painted directly on raw goose eggs. The goose eggs selected as Easter egg materials must be processed. If they are not hollowed out, they also need to be soaked with chemicals to make the surface suitable for painting. , also need to use some other methods to maintain the hardness of the eggshell.

It seems that there are two types of easter egg raw materials stored here, but some of the eggs that were not hollowed out were crushed by the falling wall.

Batman stepped forward and took a look at an eggshell. The eggshell had been processed but hadn't been painted with patterns. Batman took several of these eggshells and brought them back to Wayne Manor for comparison. right.

There are several different Easter eggs placed in front of the test bench. The first is the Easter egg that Bruce received from the holiday killer. Batman didn't touch it, so it didn't explode, and it still maintained a complete shape.

The other one was given to him by Schiller, the egg with a smiling face painted by Schiller himself, and the other is the unpainted egg shell that Batman brought back from that warehouse.

It is very obvious that the first and third eggs are almost exactly the same, no matter the size, shape or processing method of the goose eggs, they are exactly the same.

In contrast, Schiller obviously found a goose egg at random, and it didn't even look like a goose egg from a farm, but more like a swan egg from a nest.

It is not the right size, it is obviously too small, without any treatment, it is directly used for coloring, the surface of the eggshell is too smooth to hold the paint, so the smiling face is a little distorted.

In other words, these easter eggs that were given to gang bosses and upper-class people came from the chemical plant in the West District.

West End Chemical Plant... Batman muttered in a low voice. He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly left Wayne Manor and drove the Batmobile to the Gotham Police Station.

Gordon was finishing his busy day and was going home from get off work when he heard a noise in the corner behind him, and without looking, he said, What's the matter, Batman?

The last tape...

Tape? Oh, you mean the tape of Schiller's phone call? It's in the evidence room, but the staff there are off duty...

As soon as Gordon finished speaking, Batman had disappeared. Gordon shook his head. He thought, it would be good to keep that kind of dangerous goods for this weirdo, lest some day someone could not hold back their curiosity and insisted on listening.

Batman came to a dark evidence room, he found the tape, and put it into the tape recorder, after a rustling noise, Schiller's voice sounded again: The goods from Plantation 9 are gone. It's the old Wilkin's way, the way that goes through the East Side Three Streets...

Batman twisted the button on the recorder and fast-forwarded a paragraph: Are you worried about this? No need, as far as I know, the underground chemical plant in the West End is also Falcone...

...The family business, after the godfather handed it over to Evans, the goods from Elizabeth Street began to be sold there, but later, due to poor management, it was closed for a long time. You don't have to worry that the godfather will care about such a small profit...

Chemical plant? Evans? Evans Falcone... Batman's voice sounded in the dark room.

At this moment, Batman's phone rang sharply, and after he connected, Coppert's voice came from inside: ...Evans!! It's Evans!!! He has a knife...he wants to kill It's me... no, he's not... cough... go, go to Gotham Cathedral, stop him...

Batman looked up out of the window, and at this moment, a bright moon hung high in the sky.

When Batman arrived at Gotham Cathedral, Evans seemed to be waiting for him.

Evans stood at the gap in the center of the cathedral, watching the light surge inside the gap, and Batman smelled a dizzy smell, like high alcohol evaporated.

He fell from the window and stood in front of Evans. Evans ignored him, but knelt on the ground, staring straight at the gap.

Who are you? Batman asked.

Who am I? Don't you recognize me? I'm your classmate...

You're not Evans.

The person opposite sneered, and he said, Don't mention that name to me, it's just a fake, I'm the real Falcone.

You are his second personality?

No, he's my second personality.

The person on the opposite side stood up, his blond hair became a little weird under the moonlight, he showed the kind of cold expression that Evans never showed, and he said: I said, I am Falco Inside, Alberto Falcone.

Then you are his second personality.

Alberto was a little irritated. He frowned and narrowed his eyes. His green eyes contained anger. His voice was very deep, which sounded completely different from Evans.

I've always been Alberto!

Isn't Alberto dead?

Heh... that farce back then really deceived many people. Alberto said with a sneer, I'm dead? No, of course not, it's just an idiot who replaced me.

It seems that this should be a very long story, but it doesn't matter... Batman took out the bat dart from his waist, and he said, Tonight is Easter night, it should be a long night, you can think about it slowly.

The holiday killer should be you, right?

That's right, I...

Before he could finish speaking, Batman threw something at Alberto. Alberto looked aside vigilantly, and then he turned his head to see that it was a shattered easter egg.

Damn, are you kidding me?

No. It was an Easter present from someone, and now it's broken, but that's because you didn't catch it, not me.

Don't try to interfere with me with this little trick. My goal has been achieved, and no one can stop me.

Really? You call yourself a holiday killer, but you didn't kill people on Easter. The only principal you killed, Seldon, had a rough modus operandi and many loopholes.

Batman always irritates when he utters such words in that flat, undulating tone.

Do you think you are smart? Wearing a tight suit and pretending to be some kind of superhero?

But at least I found you, oh no... it wasn't me who found you, it was that humble Copperpot.

Mentioning Cobbot, Alberto seemed really angry. He said, That damn kid, he almost ruined my plan...

So, you missed? Facing a short and thin poor boy, the first person you wanted to kill on Easter, you still failed to kill him even though you were fully prepared.

I didn't intend to kill him at all. If he hadn't given Evans those stupid ideas, I wouldn't have done anything to him. He is completely unimportant!

That's why I said that your technique is rough and you have many flaws. Anyone can see that Cobbot is a dangerous person.

Yeah... Alberto sneered: A poor little boy who lost his father, he doesn't know yet, his father's death was not a coincidence.

Then, as if venting something, he said, Funeral? Yes, I died, and many people attended my funeral.

He looked up at the window above the cathedral. The moonlight was like a veil that was sprinkled in, gently covering the statue of Jesus. The suffering Son shed blood for the betrayer. In this cold night full of suffering, Only Moonlight is willing to add clothes to him.

But tonight, I will be resurrected, and live forever.