63. Gotham: I'm pulling
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Stephanie hesitated.
Although Aria's words were a bit confusing, her ingrained instinct made her immediately start analyzing what the other person was saying.
Nietzsche once said there is no truth, only interpretation. She was also taught that every sentence is a projection of the speaker's will, and if she wanted to predict what someone was going to do next, she had to pay attention to what they said.
But what did she mean by this question? Did this seemingly sunny stranger across from her sense some connection between her and Wayne, hence her pointed question?
The daffodils were beautiful, and as she held them in her hands she could feel the delicate, tender stems of the plants. They must have been picked today. But as Stephanie held the flowers in her hands, she felt a sense of uncertainty.
Her inference tended to be that the other party was making a vague threat to Wayne, but Aria was standing in front of her now, her eyes shining with happiness and ease, the corners of her mouth slightly raised as she looked at her - unless the other party's acting skills were superb enough to deceive her, she would rather think that Aria had no ill intentions.
Is this a riddle? Take what? If there's anything Batman possesses without even realizing it, it's probably his own mind.
As we all know, Batman lacks a talent for expressing his feelings. His concern is often shown in a rather awkward way, and it is very likely that the person concerned will not know about it.
Combining all her previous conjectures, Stephanie felt she knew something—the oracle must have known it all along! She had deliberately concealed this information, and she had only just guessed it now.
The Oracle, who was making a cup of coffee and preparing to monitor other areas of Gotham, sneezed slightly:?
In order not to disturb the other party, Stephanie tried to make her expression more surprised: "Are you here because of Mr. Wayne?" Although knowing Wayne's itinerary was worthy of vigilance, given that the news could also be leaked from Lincoln March, this matter could be put aside for the time being.
If it weren't for the riddle, who would wander around the tourist attractions in Zuzu City? If she had the time, she would have gone to the mine to dig coal. The farmer nodded deeply, and received a more cautious look from Stephanie.
Oh my god! She had only heard Grayson talk about encountering a frustrated lover who came to Bruce to ask for an explanation, and in the end, it was only with his handsome face and eloquence that the man left willingly. Now it was her turn to do the same thing.
However, as a messenger of fairness and justice, Stephanie decided to find out what happened before making a judgment.
So Stephanie tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Although they looked about the same age, she still acted like a caring older sister, holding flowers and guiding Aria to sit down - to protect the privacy of the person concerned, she chose a seat farther away from other people.
"So..." Stephanie chose her words carefully, her eyelashes fluttering like a deer leaping through the jungle. "Did Bruce Wayne do anything bad?"
Her words reminded the farmer that Bruce Wayne was a villain who had taken away a large set of her bombs and didn't have a very good impression of her! The moral balance was no longer there. The farmer stood up, confidently adjusted his classic overalls, and prepared to use the ladder to take a look.
"Yes, but that's not important."
"ah?"
"Thank you, Miss Stephanie." The farmer shook her hand twice, and he had finally understood: "I now know what to do."
Whatever they found, the farmer decided Wayne had no part in it.
"Wait!" The melon owner was about to leave before he understood what was going on. Stephanie didn't know whether her actions could be considered as "positive persuasion" as Nightwing said - after all, it seemed like she didn't do anything to solve the problem.
"Although I really want to persuade you to stay and watch the sunset in Gotham..." Thinking that the chances of her running into Bruce Wayne were slim, Stephanie withdrew her dissuading hand and gave a rather innocent smile, "Be sure to be safe on your way back, and be careful not to go into the alleys."
"I know."
She thought Aria would take the elevator down, but the farmer seemed to have no patience to wait. She took out a ladder from somewhere, put it on the ground, and disappeared.
!
Stephanie quickly turned around to look at her companions - fortunately, they were some distance away from here and were looking for a suitable shooting angle, so they didn't notice this "magic" scene, giving her space to turn around.
So she raised her voice and said, "I think I dropped something down there. Go down right away!"
The classmate made an OK gesture to her from a distance.
Stephanie knew that the observation deck was made of the strongest crystal-grade glass currently available—literally, unbreakable.
She could try to catch up with the "disappeared" Aria by rappelling down the outer layer of Wayne Tower, but the nearest exit was the vent in the lower space.
——The only way to the ventilation vents on the next floor is through the sightseeing elevators in front of you.
In a hurry, Stephanie pressed the call button.
The oracle never disappoints, and soon the familiar voice appeared in her ears: "Oracle received."
Like a ghost that had always been following Stephanie, she easily took control of the scenic elevator, made it turn back halfway, and immediately ascended to the top floor.
"Bruce Wayne and Lincoln March are in the lobby on the first floor. Be careful of her spatial directional ability—she could jump to their location at any time."
After checking Stephanie's device, Oracle naturally changed the way he addressed Aria: "Let's check the global surveillance to see where Miss Alice is now... 21st floor, 20th floor, 19th floor."
The Oracle's steady count indicated that Aria was descending at a considerable speed. Stephanie broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the elevator, under control, followed closely. She slipped into the elevator and removed her loose sweatshirt, revealing her uniform. The Oracle's positioning count continued.
"Sixteen, fifteen... I'll help you delete this surveillance video... Fourteen..."
The progress of locating the Oracle came to an abrupt halt.
Stephanie had already opened the bathroom ventilation window. The wind was very strong at a height second only to the old Wayne Tower. The wild wind made the hood rustle and her blonde hair flutter in the wind. "What's wrong?"
"Wait..." A crackling sound came from the headset. It was the oracle adjusting the perspective. She was also confused by the result: "...the target has disappeared."
…
After the relocation, the Wayne Group gradually withdrew from here, and the original office space became an exhibition hall under renovation. Faced with the building materials and empty space on the ground, the farmer did not waste extra time previewing the future cultural and educational hotspot of Zuzu City, but instead meticulously continued to go down with the ladder.
She descended much faster than the elevator. When her feet touched the fourteenth floor, the farmer stopped and gave herself some time to think.
According to Stephanie, there is no thirteenth floor in the old Wayne Tower. The concept is to trap bad luck in the local culture.
What happens if you continue to use the stairs?
——For players, the best way to know the answer is to try it yourself.
No matter what magic space that can really trap bad luck or the real twelfth floor where nothing is gained, she is ready to face it.
Aria took out a new staircase and placed it on the ground, then jumped down decisively.
…
It was pitch black all around, but luckily she had on her glow ring. Light spread out from Aria, illuminating the surroundings.
Scattered on the ground were old, worn knives, still covered in a thick layer of dust. It looked as if they hadn't been used in a long time. The farmer picked one up at random, but found that the knife's damage wasn't as great as modern weapons. In the spirit of saving money, he collected all the weapons from the ground in his backpack. Even if they couldn't be used in daily combat, they might even be recycled into iron ingots, which could be used to make a few more barrels.
After picking up the scraps on the ground, Aria continued to explore this medium-sized space. It seemed that this place used to be a gathering place for a cross-dressing club. Not only were there old group portraits of the organization hanging on the wall, but there were also cross-dressing armors placed next to them.
...Wait, why does this thing look so familiar?
The farmer took the portrait down from the wall and put it into his backpack. His attention was immediately drawn to the armor guarding the portrait.
This owl-shaped breastplate, this moth-antenna-like head ornament, why does it look more and more like the owl monster that beat me before?
So she actually went to the other party's abandoned lair? But why would the owl monster's lair be inside a Wayne Enterprise building? Judging from the riddle alone, there must be a secret on the thirteenth floor of Allen Wayne. Is it Allen Wayne's secret or the secret of Wayne Enterprise?
A detective once said that after eliminating the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, must be the truth.
After unraveling everything, even if it was still hard to believe, the Wayne surname was still connected to the owl-man. Previously, because Mayor Lewis appeared healthy and energetic after the incident, Aria hadn't connected the attack to him. Now it was clear that the assassination attempt wasn't aimed at her, but at the mayor.
Did Batman know? She had heard a lot of rumors online that Bruce Wayne was Batman's secret sponsor. If the rumors were true, wouldn't Wayne be hedging his bets?
Wait, don't think too badly of people. Just because Alan Wayne is connected to owls doesn't mean their descendants will necessarily inherit the tradition...
The influx of so much information made the farmer's brain feel like it had experienced a new round of cosmic explosion. By the time she reacted, she had already put the armor, which was divided into four parts: top, hat, bottoms, and shoes, into her pockets with three parts disbelief and seven parts personal grudge against the owl.
Ahem, it was all an accident, all an accident. This armor was the first to attack!
She had already taken half of the painting, and it would be hypocritical to keep any more. In line with the principle of taking as much as possible, Aria went to the other wall, took down another painting and put it in her bag.
She was the one who spent thirty thousand gold coins on a portrait of her spouse! The next time she met someone from the Owl, she would make them spend thirty thousand gold coins to express their love for the organization!
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Farmer: I want to report Bruce Wayne and Owl for having an affair! This is a defilement of Gotham! This crime is unforgivable!
bat:?
Lincoln March's good days are coming (real)
Farmer: Didn't you say you love the organization? How come you can't even afford to buy a portrait for 30,000 yuan? (Pointing and pointing) Ngi mua: Nunki_Sgr, 26/10/2024 00:54
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