The city of Gotan was originally founded by four major families, but over the years, the city is no longer what it once was.

The hand in the darkness reaches out to the city of Gothan. The power here becomes more complicated, as if all the evil is leaning towards this cursed city, but wealth is also gathering. New criminals and new wealthy families appear, and the complex forces are entangled with each other. Rosset is a less famous but very well-established surname, and Mrs. Rosset's surname before she got married was slightly inferior.

The door of the study opened, Tim lifted his skirt and bowed slightly, then walked forward quickly. Weiwei, who flashed in, also noticed the woman's appearance -

Mrs. Rothesay must be over fifty this year, but time has not been cruel to her.

She had long blond hair that was tied up loosely, and a pair of deep blue eyes that made her look younger than she actually was. Her skin was well-maintained and not sagging, and her back was straight, not bending over with age like an old person.

She looked like she was in her thirties and people would believe her, except that her wrinkles were too heavy, which made her look unapproachable, like a dean who always glared at you with a frown.

This is very normal. The mayor would be scolded every time he called her. But according to Vivi's understanding, Mrs. Rosset rarely stayed up late. Staying up late is not good for the skin. But at this time, it can be said that she stayed up all night.

The lady coughed softly, and without raising her head, she instructed Tim to ask other maids to serve tea. Obviously, Tim replaced a personal maid. Then, the whole house became lively, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and began to revolve around their only master. Mrs. Rosset wanted to rest, so Vivi took her seat when she left.

She saw a lot of photos, which were arranged into different categories. Some were personal photos of the mayor, and the other part included photos of Claws, which were obviously taken by the director of the logistics department. It seemed that it was this lady who asked the maid to disguise herself and contact Minister Pete.

On the map, the other person had returned to the bedroom, and the whole house slowly quieted down. After a while, the door was silently opened, and the maid wearing glasses walked accurately to the desk and placed the milk cup on the platter next to Weiwei.

Weiwei subconsciously glanced at the system panel. She did not cancel the title effect.

Tim stopped using fake voice, and Robin Boy looked at the air in front of him with a smile: "Why are you here, and with Red Hood?"

Weiwei took off the title that would reduce her presence and asked, "Maybe it's the same reason why you're here. So, why can you see me?"

Tim shrugged and took a cookie from the plate. "I wrote a program. When the data recognizes your face, it will use the equipment on my body to give me a slight electric shock to remind me that you are nearby, but I can't see you. My subconscious mind tells me that there is no one in front of me. Then I realized... my subconscious mind can also deceive me, so I gave myself a psychological hint - I won't tell you this part. Everyone has the right to keep secrets."

However, the prerequisite for completing all this is that he can obtain the opponent's front face model.

The detective's desire to pursue the truth never stops, so Tim always wants to figure out the principles of the problem, then solve it, and then the next one. Only a new mystery to be solved can attract the detective.

Weiwei realized halfway through that this was not her area, but she also realized that no matter what the problem was with this Mrs. Rothesay, Tim would have already started investigating - and by the time he found the owl, the next one would be the mayor.

Weiwei sighed slowly and helplessly.

Batman won't get involved in politics, and Anna hasn't done anything bad since becoming mayor, but she doesn't want surveillance cameras all over her study.

"I think you should know something that I don't," Tim said.

"Then I think you should also know what I need." Weiwei looked at him.

Tim: “Swap?”

"No," Weiwei pushed the chair away and stood up, "I suggest you check it yourself, it will be more interesting."

She noticed that the blue dot of the Red Hood had landed right above them. The guy had moved from the garden to the rooftop at some point, but judging by the movements outside, he was not exposed.

"She was the eldest daughter of the Alec family. She was not as famous as her beautiful sister in the upper class. Later, she married into the Rothesay family. Over the past few decades, the men in the Rothesay family have died accidentally one after another. Currently, the entire family's huge wealth is left to Mrs. Rothesay, including the Plantagenet Bank." Tim frowned. "Now the Rothesay family has no heir. If this lady wants to choose a descendant to inherit her wealth, it can only be Mayor Anna Alec."

"I'll give you this news for free."

Weiwei: “…Ah?”

[Estimated bank debt repayment at the end of the month: 8.24 million gold coins]

[Bank name: Plantagenet Bank]

[When a bank is destroyed, during the reconstruction period, automatic deductions will be stopped and players will not be charged for debts.]

Weiwei felt as if she was hallucinating something.

Did she...almost blow up her own bank?

…

town hall.

The security department takes turns patrolling the city 24 hours a day, but after Oliver started working as a guard at the City Hall, she basically never saw the mayor.

The mayor seems to live in the office lounge, but to be honest, she is already the mayor, why not make her life better?

In Olivia's impression, no upper-class person would let herself curl up in a small house next to the office all day long. She seemed to have no private life and no other desires. She didn't fall in love, exercise or socialize. She had no hobbies and was completely devoted to her work.

However, Olivia also heard some unreliable rumors that the mayor had dug a tunnel in her office to avoid the killers' attacks and ensure her own safety. Her tunnel could lead to various main urban areas in Gotam, and there was also a ship hidden in it, which could allow her to leave Gotam in extremely dangerous situations.

According to this unreliable rumor, the mayor has both a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and she owns a towering apartment building in the Diamond District, where she often spends the entire day with her lover.

Olivia didn't want to believe the rumor, but she couldn't see the lady, so she suspected that the mayor really had a secret and rich private life.

——But Olivia will never know that the mayor's private life is flying around in the night sky of Gotham in uniform.

It is often much more difficult for women than men to obtain careers dominated by force and physical strength, so Olivia is more patient and vigilant than her colleagues. She hopes that she is strong enough to be needed at all times and not be replaced.

So when the lights in the office came on, she noticed it immediately.

It is five o'clock in the morning.

Olivia was stunned for a moment, told her teammates to guard the door, then quickly walked forward and knocked on the door.

It turned out to be the mayor, which made her feel relieved. The mayor looked at her in confusion, and before Olivia could feel embarrassed, she smiled and said, "It's great that there's someone else here at this hour. Do you mind taking over as the driver? I'll pay you overtime."

Of course Olivia wouldn't object.

The mayor sat in the back seat, and her companion sat in the passenger seat, responsible for protecting the mayor's safety.

Olivia was nervous.

She was driving for her boss's boss, who was staring at his phone.

She wasn't going to take him to that towering apartment, or to the alley where she was meeting her lover, was she? But the destination was clearly Gotham County.

In the second half, Olivia swapped jobs with her colleague so that both of them could keep a clear mind at all times. As the destination got closer, she boldly asked, "Ms. Alec, are you having any troubles?"

The mayor seemed a little surprised, and it took her a long time to come to her senses: "Yes."

She seemed to have the urge to confide and to ask for advice: "If there is a person who is always willing to help you, once you ask her for help, she will definitely help you, but she always scolds you. What's her mentality?"

Olive noticed that the mayor said "she", a woman, and then thought about the other party's words and asked uncertainly: "Do you only go to her when you need help?"

Mayor: “I guess so.”

Oliver said desperately, "Do you want to win her heart back this time?"

"No," the other party said, "I still need her help."

Olivia: “…” Don’t be so self-righteous about being a scumbag!

She hesitated and said, "I think she must love you very much, but from her point of view, you always seem to hurt her feelings, so she is not willing to give up, nor is she willing to be nice to you..."

If Olivia's boyfriend was the mayor, his third leg would have been broken long ago! This is exploitation, is this really love? It's too bad to summon him and then dismiss him!

But this scumbag is her boss... She said helplessly: "So, do you think she will not be willing to help you this time?"

“If she doesn’t want me to do it, I might do something drastic,” like bombing a bank, the mayor said, “so it’s better for her to help me.”

Olivia: "..." She had formed a beautified filter from various rumors and the facts of the mayor's office, but now, this filter for the big boss was completely shattered.

I hope you will be arrested soon, Olivia thought to herself.

"Well, it's better to show weakness... Your lover seems to love you very much," Olivia racked her brains, "Bring a bouquet of flowers or other gifts?"

Even though the mayor is such a scumbag, he is still willing to help. Isn't this love?

"Lover?" The mayor raised his eyebrows. "Not a lover, that's actually my aunt. But, as for gifts, it's okay."

After Tim's suggestion, Vivi immediately checked the Plantagenet Bank. The legal representative of the bank currently lives in the Netherlands and has a clean resume. He may also be a member of the Owl Court, or he may just be a scapegoat.

But last time, I just called Mrs. Rothesay and she borrowed 8 million gold coins from the bank.

Madam is a good person!

Since she is a good person, she must be willing to pay back the 8.24 million gold coins including principal and interest for her poor niece, right?

However, since you are asking someone to do something for you, bringing a gift is basic courtesy.

…

Mrs. Rothesay was still awake.

She needed more than two hours to take care of her skin before going to sleep, and she would usually fall asleep under the massage of the maid, but tonight, she was not sleeping well between being half asleep and half awake.

She had a strange dream. She dreamed that her house was occupied by various cats, and many cats were parkouring on the roof. She shouted the name of the head maid, asking her to drive away these annoying cats, but no one answered her. She was so angry that she was shaking.

She suddenly woke up in anger and found that less than half an hour had passed. The head maid came over with an uneasy look on her face and whispered in her ear: "Madam, Miss Anna is here to visit you."

"Send her in..." The lady was angry and subconsciously wanted to say "get her out", but she frowned and stopped talking. She took a deep breath and said, "Please let her in. I'll clean up and go see her later."

What she meant was to leave her niece aside and let her wait for an hour or two.

But the head maid's expression became even stranger. She whispered, "Ms. Anna brought gifts, a lot of gifts. Where should we put the gifts?"

Why would she ask such a stupid question?

Mrs. Rothesay was puzzled, but the fact that she had brought a gift made her feel a little better. She asked, "Deal with it as usual. By the way, are the curtains open?"

It was pitch black outside, which was unusual.

"No," said the head maid, "outside the window is Miss Anna's gift to you...they, those...gargoyles are covering the window."

Hundreds of flying gargoyles dropped clusters of red roses at the door. All the maids crowded into the villa. The windows were already full of gargoyles, and the roses were about to bury the villas.

There is a fixed number of roses that need to be transplanted in the entire city, and Weiwei's garden can grow a crop in three days, so the extra roses are all stuffed into her space package. These flowers cannot be sold and can only be given away as required by the system.

Even if they reserved the quantity needed for the festival celebration three days later, there were still tens of thousands of flowers left over. It would be useless to just leave them there, and Weiwei had been worrying about how to deal with them.

At Olivia's suggestion, she thought of giving it as a gift to thank Mrs. Rothesay for helping her clear out the inventory.

I hope her good aunt will understand her niece's intention to mend their relationship when she sees these flowers.