"Snap"

The sound came from outside the door, very clear.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the switch," thought the deceased, "there is no power in the room."

Do you want to go out and check the situation?

The timing of the power outage was too coincidental.

He looked at the door, which was still shooting lasers from the center.

There are semi-invisible transparent ropes hidden on the living room floor, and mines buried in the walls, with triggers on the handles of the bowls and kitchenware.

If you open the kitchen, the living room wall will be blown down. It seems that the owner of the room likes to kill guests in the living room in the kitchen. It's a strange hobby.

The destroyed wall will trigger the tripwire, and the entire ceiling will fall down. The falling ceiling will trigger the door, and the door will shoot lasers everywhere. It seems that the only safe place is the bedroom. There seems to be no clues in the room. The funeral clock can leave through the bedroom window.

—It would be better if there weren’t those long nails like fireworks on the bedroom windows.

"It seems that the people living here are always thinking about how to blow themselves up into fireworks." Sang Zhong is usually not a talkative person, but he couldn't help but complain at this time, "Maybe no one lives here at all?"

Who would sleep in that bed... for self-torture?

Now he has two choices, leave or stay.

This was clearly a trap, and he would not get any clues if he stayed. For safety, he should leave. This was the conclusion a mercenary could draw.

But the dead clock stared at the marks on the ground - the marks of the refrigerator roller.

"I have to admit..." He hung one hand on the kitchen door and put his feet on the edge of the sink, "Everyone is curious."

He might find more dangerous weapons, clues, or Bella Bettivan's secrets in the freezer.

But, that is——

Everyone is curious.

But before that, Wang Zhong habitually analyzed everything he saw and drew effective conclusions based on his ability to think quickly, which was his reliance on long-term victory.

"There is no trash in the trash can, no wrinkles on the bed, no water stains in the sink, and there are traces of fighting that have been simply covered up in the room..." He wiped the edge of the sink, and some inconspicuous dust stained his gloves. "It is obvious that the target person does not live here at all, unless she does not eat, drink or sleep. This is a trap filled with dangerous items..."

If this house was full of dangerous weapons and ambushes, then the freezer he was standing on shouldn't be filled with frozen foods like frozen meat.

Bella Betivin's house didn't even have a bowl.

Now it was time to untie the ribbon on the Christmas gift box. He yanked open the glass of the freezer.

The two bodies lay close together in the freezer.

A girl died of a fractured neck, her neck apparently broken.

A man in strange armor, with no clear cause of death.

but--

"It's not a corpse," thought the funeral clock. "It doesn't smell like a dead body."

He had killed too many people, so he knew what it looked like when a person died. It clearly looked like a corpse at first glance, but there was no stench of decay or blood.

The mourning bell first grabbed the girl's shoulder and pulled her out. She was very thin, wearing only a white robe, and looked no more than eighteen years old. Her head was slightly tilted to one side, her eyes were half-closed, and her light green eyes were dull and empty.

She is dead.

Then, he inserted the samurai sword into the gap in the man's shoulder armor. The samurai sword went in easily and blood slowly flowed out.

"A living person?" If the person had been frozen for a long time, the blood would not flow out so easily. Since it was a living person... Mian Zhong frowned and wanted to kill this guy immediately.

But at this moment, he heard the sound of a flying insect flapping its wings. The thumb-sized mechanical flying insect hit the bowl and kitchen table, and then exploded into pieces with a "bang".

Mourning bell: “!”

The next second, the wall collapsed and a huge series of explosions completely engulfed him.

The house that Bella Betiven rented was on the top floor. There were only two households on the entire floor, and there was no one opposite.

Almost everyone in the old city saw this scene. The fire appeared under the dark clouds. After seeing the light, the huge explosion sounded to other people's ears. Under the orange-red light, the whole building was blown up, ashes rose up, broken tiles were scattered everywhere, and there were screams all around.

Neighbors hid in their homes, shutting their doors or running out to escape, while the flames burned on the ruins of the building for ten minutes before the deceased barely opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on the rooftop next to the exploded building. He tried his best to escape when the explosion occurred, but was still affected by the aftermath of the explosion, and a steel bar pierced his right calf tendon.

The girl's body was thrown into a corner by the force of the explosion, and the man's body was hanging on the wall below Bettyven with his samurai sword stuck in it. A corpse was shaking, and he squinted at his weapon.

The male corpse suddenly opened his eyes!

"Damn it," Sang Zhong pulled out the steel bars on his legs. In just a few seconds, the male corpse had pulled out the knife from his neck. He could no longer be called a corpse. He supported himself on the wall with one hand, and countless snow-white knives stabbed at him like butterfly wings. Sang Zhong knocked out all the blades, and they fought on the rooftop.

"Who are you——" Death Clock asked while hacking hard.

The man opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but suddenly touched his face.

His hood was removed when he was killed, and he now wears the hood of the Owl Court without it.

A huge black bird flew in from the gloomy sky and approached the two people with great pressure.

The two sides in the fight separated tacitly, and then each chose a direction to escape.

Because they recognized that it was not a bird——

"Batman..." The dead bell thought to himself, "I'll play with you next time, but today is not the right time."

He sneaked into the home of the assassination target in order to solve the mystery surrounding him, but instead more mysteries emerged.

As he was leaving, he glanced at the corner of the rooftop and found that the girl's body was gone.

Maybe it was taken away by the mysterious resurrected man?

Coincidentally, Claw thinks so too.

In order to avoid Batman, Claw left first and quickly went underground to escape. Because his clothes were too conspicuous, Claw realized that he had to avoid the attention of the crowd.

After trudging several hundred meters underground, he touched his face.

"We should...go back..." But...

Where to go back?

Is there something missing from his face?

The confused claw took off the armor on his body - his mind told him that this was the only way he could escape successfully, as the armor was too conspicuous, but this made his heart skip a beat, as if he had made some terrible decision - and then he randomly chose a direction and fled there.

After the two escaped, Batman, who arrived late, finally landed - after all, there was a block between them, and he needed to change from Bruce to Batman first, and finding an excuse often took more time than changing equipment.

"It's Slade, and a stranger. He's equipped with the same equipment as the assassin who was taken away from the town hall last time. Penny, they are an organization."

"It seems that Batman can't just retire easily," the old butler's voice rang out in the communication, "and the explosion site has been found. The house belongs to the city hall. The house that was bombed is rented to..."

"Oh, Miss Bella Battivin, now you should call her the warden."

Batman was silent for a moment. "After the explosion, Slade fought with the assassin and was injured." He used the hook and landed on the ruins of the building. "The device shows that there were dense explosives placed here. Perhaps the assassin used it to ambush Bettywen."

Ah Fu: "...It seems that the assassin is very confident in his repair ability?"

"No," Batman overturned his own conclusion, "When I fought against the assassins of that organization, they used more of their own force and immortality... After all, assassins are assassins, not bomb maniacs."

All the furniture in the room was destroyed, leaving only the remnants of the explosion, making it difficult to find more clues. His equipment scanned the entire room and found blood reactions in the room, but the entire room was burning and he was unable to scan out the blood residue.

"It looks like there was a fight in the room," he said. "Perhaps a third party also wanted to kill Betiven, and they ambushed the bomb in advance."

"Then Slade and the assassin detonated the bomb during the fight," Alfred said. "That's fine in theory, but the question is, why did Slade, the assassin, and the third party all want to kill Miss Bettyvan?"

"Slade was hired by Black Mask. He must have seen the recording that Betty Vane posted online. That was a provocation," Batman returned to the rooftop. He would never give up any clues. "The assassin first appeared in the East District, intending to kill Mr. C's men. Maybe the assassin's real target is the mayor. C and Bella are both collaborators of the mayor."

The most confusing issue now is the third party.

Who transferred so many explosives, and who wanted to deal with Bettyven from the beginning, but accidentally ambushed the Death Clock and the assassin instead.

...It's a coincidence that the Death Clock and the Assassin invaded at the same time. Batman always feels that there must be other secrets here.

He slowly stopped somewhere on the rooftop.

"A penny a penny," he said. "In addition to Slade and the assassin, there was a third party present."

There was an imprint on the ground where a human figure had fallen into the dust, and there were also traces of the figure being dragged, but the person dragging was very careful, and he used the other person's body to wipe off the footprints he had left behind.

Batman chased to the edge of the rooftop and saw only an open sewer entrance with maintenance and construction signs on the side, but all the construction workers had run away.

——There are many construction sites like this in the whole city recently, as if they are patching up the city.

"According to the mark, the other party -" Batman glanced at the explosion site, "the other party left Bethwin's room like Slade, and then fell into a coma. During his coma, a man appeared. He might be the one who observed the explosion... Then, while the dead clock and the assassin were fighting, he took the unconscious third person away."

"It seems that the case is becoming more and more confusing, sir," Ah Fu said, "Did the fourth person escape through the sewer?"

"Yes," Batman was silent for a moment, "I now think the mayor's plan is a good idea. The sewers should be cleaned up, although it is a big project."

The underground sewers of Gotham must be repaired. It would be best if cameras were installed on every section of the road and they were inspected regularly. The homeless were sent to a relief center so that not every criminal could escape through the sewers.

The fourth man moved very carefully. Although he thought he might not find any clues, he still dropped from the sky and fell into the well.

…

"I'm sorry, I can't come back tonight again," Millie said on the other end of the phone, "It's a rare day off for you."

"Scott will be with me, you have to be careful." Rat catcher Sheila said calmly, and the rat squeaked twice while climbing on her shoulder.

But Millie couldn't tell, that wasn't "Scott's" cry, the real Scott was now in the sewer, commanding other rats to destroy the traces.

Millie smiled and said, "Okay, I've been very busy lately... I heard there was an explosion nearby. Are you okay?"

Sheila thought for a moment and said, "No."

After hanging up the phone, she opened the bathroom curtain and stared at the person lying in the bathtub.

Or... a corpse?

Sheila was just helping to collect a body at the mayor's request, and she calmly closed the shower curtain.

This holiday is still quite normal.