Chapter 2855

But people are different. Although Bruce is young, he is familiar with all kinds of detective literature. In this case, he is not confused.

He just shakes his head, reaches out his hand and takes the initiative to ask for alcohol and tobacco, and says:

"You're not. If you're their good friend, it's impossible to let my parents' bodies lie in the pool of blood. At least you should turn over and check them."

As he said that, he broke free from the palm of the death knell, went to his parents, turned Martha over, held his mother's head in his arms, and felt the blood on her face.

After a short silence, he went over Thomas' body and carried his parents to a slightly cleaner wall to lean them against.

"It's worthy of being master Wayne. I'm very smart when I'm young. Let's put it this way. This lady and I are enthusiastic people passing by. When we see the dead here, we'll have a look and help you call the police."

"Thank you. I'll wait for the police here, but can you contact Alfred for me? He's my housekeeper. " Bruce looked up, sat against the wall between his parents' bodies, and looked up at the bat under the light.

"Alice, go and make a phone call." Su Ming throws Lori some steel bars, then walks to Bruce: "do you want to be a detective? I can teach you that, by the way, the murder of your parents was not a robbery accident. "

The boy under the light turned his head in an instant, with shock in his eyes and staring at the man's face: "how do you know?"

"Evidence and clues, and then reasoning, son." Su Ming hooked his finger to the boy to follow him. He went to a dark place in the alley and pointed to his feet: "look here, what do you see?"

Once again, Bruce stood up and looked at his parents' bodies. Their hands were still together. Facing the blood sprayed on the ground, he vowed to find the real murderer for them.

He thought that he would never cry again, because as long as he knew the truth of everything, logic would make everything understandable.

And understandable things will make people calm down automatically.

He took a staggering step to keep up with the strange man. He didn't even know the name of the other person, or even whether the face was true or false, but he didn't think it was a bad man.

Following the direction of the man, the darkness makes all traces inconspicuous. Bruce's subconscious action is to squint his eyes as if it could gather light.

But the man in the black windbreaker took out a flashlight and let him light himself.

His two corners of the mouth bend down unnaturally. There is a flashlight that doesn't come out. It's really

The place pointed by the bell is a bulge of the wall and the chimney of the nearby house. If someone hides behind these bricks and is in the dark, then people coming in from the alley will not notice it at all. On the contrary, because of the street lamp, people hiding here can see the faces of the visitors.

On the ground there were seven stepped cigarette butts and half a box of matches.

There are some black marks on the wall, which are left by the murderer after stamping out the cigarette end, bending his leg and pushing his foot on the wall for many times.

No matter who the man is, he has been waiting here for a long time, so impatient.

At this time, Bruce has a strong feeling that the man around him is right. This is not a failure of robbery, but a deliberate ambush.

"Should I tell these to the police?" Bruce took a deep breath. In the cold night, he felt his back soaked with sweat.

"The police in Gotham are unreliable except for a little one named Gordon." The bell picked up the matchbox from the ground and gently put it in Bruce's hand: "give them the evidence, and the case will never be solved. You know what I mean, you as the successor of the Wayne family."

The young man nodded silently. Of course, he understood that although teenagers still belong to the category of teenagers, the noble education received by rich families is enough to make him have a mature mind.

He looked down at the matchbox, on which was written "Malone", a word that seemed to be a name, and some illegible handwriting, such as "if you want to make a fortune, call 555-2323...", and then the numbers were blurred, leaving the stains left by the friction of gloves.

The criminal wore gloves, and he was prepared, which further confirmed the statement of intentional murder.

"Then what should I do? Can you give me some advice? " He put away the matchbox with Malone on it, carefully put it in his chest pocket, and looked up at the man.

"First of all, as a detective, you should keep a good habit of smoking, drinking and scalding." Su Ming put up a finger and instilled the traditional dark thought into Bruce: "secondly, you have two ways to go, one is to make yourself super dark, which can bring fear to others, and the other is to become super rich, which can't defeat you when it comes to human affairs."

Bruce, to be dark is to be strong. The darker it is, the stronger it is.

And money can make the devil push the mill, and offer a reward at a high price. Even if the money is so much that it can shock the whole country, the justice society of the United States can't help but be moved. Those heroes of the old generation will also come to help.

But the little boy just nodded silently and went back to his parents. He had made up his mind

Only children make choices, he wants them all!

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At the other end of the timeline, old Batman comes out of the toilet. He seems to have washed his face with water. At least he looks calmer.

But Bobo was acutely aware of the smell of smoke in the air, which was different from the brand of Wilson cigarettes that the knell usually smoked, and in the dim room, the light of the display made the smoke from the bathroom particularly conspicuous.

"Do you smoke?" Bobo's face was unbelievable.

As we all know, Batman can be said to be the representative of self-restraint. He keeps away from any addictive substance, and even refuses the courtship of cat girl as long as he is wearing Batman's uniform. He is so determined.

The old man looked at the orangutan inexplicably, and then lay back on the sofa: "you are also a detective, don't you even know that the detective has to smoke, drink and perm? This is what the man taught me sixty years ago... "

With that, Bruce's eyes flashed a trace of nostalgia, and he took a bottle of wine from the back of the sofa. He took a big mouthful of it and slowly wiped his mouth. He looked like an old alcoholic.

And after he just entered the bathroom, he really permed his head! That white hair is curly!

Bobo and Barry look at each other. Xiaoshan nods silently. This is the change after the timeline has been modified. It's obvious.

The death knell should have been a success. He even left a hint to himself and others by changing Batman.

Barbara, who is chatting with wonder woman, is a little puzzled. She asks Diana from another world:

"You're from a parallel world. Doesn't your Batman smoke? I remember my father told me that every time he lights up the bat light on the top of the police station, Batman will soon come out of the dark with a cigarette in his mouth. In their spare time, they will also exchange the choice of tobacco and the taste of lighter. "

Xiao Dai's mouth twitched, and she laughed awkwardly, and her nose wrinkled lovingly. She really didn't know how to answer.

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