Chapter 62 Even if I keep sending photos, it won’t be a camera “…

"There seems to be no problem over there." Liu Shu flipped through the chat history between himself and Winnie, and everything was normal.

"But someone got beaten up in Arkham." Sherlock folded the newspaper, handed it to her, and replaced her cell phone.

"..." Such a natural attitude, I almost thought it wasn't my phone. After he finished reading, Liu Shu snatched the phone back. "What are you doing?"

"What if you didn't notice?"

"You can't just take other people's phones and don't look at their chat logs." Watson shook his head, but he knew Sherlock wouldn't listen.

Liu Shu put his phone away and started reading the newspaper seriously.

"Ah, the clown got beaten."

"Let's go ask him." Sherlock looked quite happy.

"Batman beat him up, is that true?" When? Secretary Liu knew Batman wouldn't beat anyone up for no reason...

But if the target is the clown—"I can't say for sure."

Liu Shu's uncertain tone prompted Sherlock to defend himself, "It's not him."

"And they broke the clown's hand..." This newspaper is spreading false propaganda, the person in the photo clearly has intact limbs.

"If it was him, he would have hit the clown in the face or stomach. Look at the photo, he only has bruises on his neck." Sherlock pointed to the picture in the newspaper.

"That's also where Batman often takes action." After all, there are only a few ways to control people.

"But if he grabs the clown by the neck, he will definitely punch him twice more. He won't kill him like this."

"Yes." Liu Shu nodded.

"Are you trying to discredit Batman?" Watson glanced at them.

Liu Shu rolled up the newspaper and casually retorted, "It's already dark enough."

"I'm telling the truth," Sherlock said, unconcerned. "We're almost there."

The environment around Arkham looks very consistent with the temperament of Arkham.

"Even the plants are cleaned regularly. That's amazing." Watson exclaimed for the first time today towards the Arkham Asylum on the island.

"After all, there's a criminal who can use plants as weapons." Sherlock thought for two seconds and looked up. "If someone is killed by a plant in your home, will the evidence be left on the branches?"

It seemed he needed to cleanse his brain after returning home. How could there be so many strange criminals outside of Gotham? Liu Shu looked at the bridge leading to Arkham. It was very new, as if it had just been repaired. "Can we cross?"

She saw men standing guard at the bridge with guns.

"Of course." Sherlock smiled and took out an ID.

After looking at the document, the bridge guard made a gesture to his companion.

The barricades blocking the car were removed.

Let them pass so easily? Liu Shu was a little curious about the documents in Sherlock's hand. She always felt that this detective seemed to have no obstacles no matter where he wanted to go.

After she opened the document, she closed it again in surprise. Was she seeing things? Why was there Gordon's picture and name on it?

"What have you done?" Liu Shu showed him Gordon's police officer ID.

“That’s very convenient.”

"Remember to return it."

After hearing this reminder, Sherlock seemed to realize something. He took the ID and looked at the photo on it. "Why hasn't anyone come to ask me for it?"

"Is there a possibility," there is still someone who can take the blame for this matter, "that he will go to Batman to get his ID back."

"I'll return this to Batman." Sherlock put away the document.

How can people be so bad? "Just give it to me and run, come on." Liu Shu was very curious about Batman's expression when he saw this thing.

While they were happily causing trouble for others, an instrument in the car beeped twice.

The driver stopped the car at the entrance of Arkham and took the screen from Watson. "Our target is in this direction. Should we continue to Arkham or..."

"We can go to Arkham anytime," Liu Shu suggested that they should chase after the signal now. She looked at the other two and asked, "What do you think?"

"you're right."

"I'll check the directions." Watson nodded to the driver.

The city is not a plain, so if you want to chase something, you have to look at the map.

After driving quietly for a while.

"Why are we driving towards Crime Alley?" Liu Shu opened the car window. She knew the road here because the bus she took to school would go this way.

"Not that way." Watson was still comparing the map. "We seem to be crossing the Memorial Bridge..."

Then this road will be more familiar.

Looking at the sea outside the window, Liu Shu couldn't help but raise his mobile phone to take a picture. This was clearly the road to Wayne Manor. Could it be that the thing had been caught?

After crossing the bridge, she saw Watson raise his hand to ask the driver to stop.

"Wait, there are signals in both directions now."

"There's a delay of about ten minutes. Maybe there's something wrong with the machine." The driver was confused. He began to debug the equipment and restarted the button switch next to his seat.

Wayne Manor in the distance is particularly eye-catching, and the stratus clouds make it even more eerie.

It looked a bit like the residence of a villain, and Liu Shu stared at the building in a daze.

"Just go over there." Sherlock patted the back of the driver's seat.

"OK."

"Which way?" Liu Shu closed the window and turned to look at them.

"Wayne Manor."

"Ah, we don't have an appointment?"

Sherlock spread his hands, "Do we still need an appointment?"

"Indeed, there is something important after all." Watson nodded and put the equipment down.

"Okay, stop here."

"There's still some way to go." The driver looked back at Sherlock's legs.

"fine."

The driver must have been very familiar with the detective's style in the car, so he did not stop him.

"When you say it's okay, do you mean you want me to push your wheelchair?" Liu Shu hit him on the head with a newspaper.

"You don't have to push it too long, trust me."

She had no choice but to throw the newspaper back into Sherlock's hands.

"This way."

Following the path Sherlock pointed out, they went further and further away.

"Is that the side of the manor? It's still a bit far away." Watson looked in the direction of the manor.

"We're here." Sherlock put his crutches together and walked to a tree nearby.

I don't know what he did, but the ground suddenly opened up automatically, and there was a secret passage leading underground.

"Is it still useful?" Liu Shu pointed at the wheelchair.

"Take it with you."

"Let me help you." Watson put his hands on the wheelchair.

Liu Shu refused. There was no need to let a person with only one hand do this. The wheelchair was not heavy anyway.

She didn't ask Sherlock where they were going. Now that they were already here, was there any need to guess?

But as they made their way down, they stopped in front of a closed door and Sherlock sat back in his wheelchair.

"There's no place to open this door, where's the doorbell?" Watson was very smart and could tell that this was a door.

"How are we going to get in?"

Sherlock didn't answer, he raised his hand and tapped on the metal.

The door opened from the bottom up.

So this is a door that can be knocked open? Isn't the door of their Bat House so weird?

Liu Shu, who was making plans in his mind, heard the sound of the wind and something approaching quickly.

Behind the slowly opening door was a room. Liu Shu took two steps inside and saw the rappelling pole.

A Batman fell down and he looked very unhappy.

Liu Shu looked at him, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes, took two steps back, and pushed Sherlock out.

Why can he keep his eyes open all the time? Why is he doing nothing?

Watson didn't understand her behavior, but Sherlock couldn't help laughing when he was pushed out.

Batman's mouth corners raised two pixels, he took out a photo from behind and put it in Sherlock's hand.

Liu Shu and Watson came over at the same time.

"Broken arm..." That's why some people interviewed said Batman broke the Joker's hand. Liu Shu took out a newspaper and said, "This is not the Joker's hand. Someone is framing you."

The black arm in the photo was placed in a jar of unknown liquid.

"Can I see it?" Sherlock asked Batman tentatively, holding the photo in his hand.

The person on the other side was silent, so Liu Shu decided to say a few more words on Sherlock's behalf.

"Rusty Lake was targeting them, but they didn't look for them again."

"Come with me."

Sherlock gave Ryushu a look that showed he had learned something.

Liu Shu smiled back and said that he had already told this person that he could just talk to him about his problem directly. Besides, he was already at his doorstep, so he couldn't drive him away even if he wanted to.

"Are we going up?" Watson looked up from where Batman was descending.

"No."

As he spoke, the side wall opened, just like the entrance seen above, without any warning or flaws in the cover.

Liu Shu calculated the distance as he walked inside.

Directly below Wayne Manor is the Batcave. Although this place is also underground, it is still a little distance away.

At the end of the path was another door, and Batman placed his hand on the fingerprint lock on the side of the door.

"You were clearly wearing gloves, so why could you use fingerprints?" Sherlock didn't go in immediately, he stopped at the door.

"..." Batman didn't seem to want to explain this. He just glanced at Sherlock, then ignored him and continued walking in.

Liu Shu walked past Sherlock and walked into the door. As expected, this was not a bat cave, but just a research room.

The little black arm in the photo is placed here, and there are many photos hanging on the whiteboard next to it.

She saw familiar scenes and characters: the Rusty Lake Inn, Mr. Owl, and the White Gate Mental Health Center...

There were words written under the photo. Liu Shu picked up a pen, crossed out the word "Owlman", and wrote "Asura Road" next to it. Then he moved the photo of Mr. Crow, which was placed a little far away, to the side.

Batman was always standing behind her when Liu was writing. If it was before, she might be scared, but now, she would just push the huge Batman away when she stepped back to see how she was doing.

"Aldous Vanderboom?" Sherlock picked up the eraser in confusion and erased the part she had underlined. He still trusted the information given by Liu Shu.

"Do you know him?" Because she didn't want to answer, she had to play dumb. Liu Shu knew that what he wanted to ask was how she knew this name.

Sherlock shook his head and went to look at the arm.

"The Vanderbooms are a family that existed over two hundred years ago and had two very famous alchemists." Batman found another pen from the drawer, drew a frame the size of the photo next to Mr. Crow's photo, and filled it with a question mark.

"If the Crow Man is Aldous, then he has a brother - William." He continued to write under the question mark photo.

Batman took out several more photos and placed them in Ryushu's hands.

“?” The photos showed people with different animal heads, and they were all from the Asura realm.

"He's alive today, but what about William?"