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Gotham.

There is a huge underground cavern under Wayne Manor, with towering and messy rocks.This is the Batcave hidden in the city. Through the many secret doors and numerous automated security measures, the true secrets of this cave can be discovered.

Of course, all these defensive measures only apply to a limited number of people.

Yes Justice League.

Clark was walking in the underground cave. He was still wearing a decent and slim suit. His tall and burly body gave people a full and full sense of strength. His short black hair was exquisitely gelled and neatly combed back, leaving only A strand of slightly curved hair hangs down in front of the lower forehead.

Walking at a leisurely pace.

After he passed through several long and wide corridors and avoided all the mechanisms, he finally came to a place that seemed to be a 'dead end'.

But he understood that this was the real beginning of the cave.

Taking a few steps forward, Clark raised his left hand and groped on the smooth stone wall in front of him. He quickly pressed it under a small indentation, and then a halo of light seemed to flow on the stone wall and quickly projected onto his face. Then disappeared.

He pushed open the imitation stone secret door painted with optical camouflage without changing his expression.

'Identification completed.Confirm code name s, welcome, superan. '

After passing the fingerprint and iris dual recognition verification, Clark heard the neutral voice of the electronic voice.

"Will this guy Bruce really welcome me to his territory? I'm quite curious about the authenticity of this."

Looking around, Clark pushed up the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose and muttered to himself teasingly.

Then, he opened the door and walked in.

Upon entering, it is a brand new world.

On a huge steel platform, the first thing you see is a long and flat Batmobile painted in dark colors and full of science fiction colors.Its slender body presents a perfect and extremely sporty streamlined figure. The four road-gripping tires appear extremely thick and protrude on the left and right sides of the four corners of the body. If you look closely, you will find that the black body is even more It is covered with all kinds of traces of wear and tear, but it is this seemingly 'old' appearance that can prove how many battles this dark tank has experienced. It has accompanied Batman in this city and even the world. They were born and died together in other places, and this led to those legendary stories.

After sizing up the steel chariot that had been torn apart by his own hands for a while, Clark crossed the platform, passed through the only walkway paved with steel roads in the middle, and came to a huge room.

Pushing open the door and walking in, this is a place like a war room. The front wall is surrounded by at least thirty computer monitors, and in the center is an oversized monitor of nearly [-] inches. There was no other sound in the entire room except for the buzzing sound caused by the computer's operation.

These computers are all in a self-running semi-sleep state because they have not been taken care of or operated by anyone for more than two days.

"Alfred isn't here either."

Clark looked thoughtful.

He went to the main console and woke up the semi-dormant computers. Different images were displayed on the numerous displays. They were surveillance videos from all corners of Gotham City. Once, Batman was Sit here and observe what is happening and what is about to happen in this city.

After fumbling on the keyboard for a while, Clark stared at some surface files and video images displayed on the large central screen, but didn't get what he wanted.

He straightened up, crossed his strong arms across his chest, held his chin with his left hand, and fell into deep thought.

"Hey superan."

At this time, a blue arc of lightning suddenly flashed beside him, and then a boy wearing a red armor stood beside him.

It wasn't until a second passed that Superman heard these words.

"Barry, you're here."

Clark turned to look at the big boy next to him, or as he could be called more formally, The Flash.

"Has there been any result on the matter I asked you to investigate?"

"Oh, I discovered something interesting or bizarre."

The Flash Barry Allen took off the half-covered helmet on his head, and his expression looked a little subtle.

"tell me the story."

Clark narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wait a minute, let me drink some water. I just came back from New York."

His figure seemed to become blurred for a moment, and then you could see that there was a round cup engraved with a bat shape on his hand.

咕噜 咕噜

After drinking all the water in the glass in one gulp, Barry muttered something.

"There's no water in this place, so I have to run to the manor above."

Looking at the big boy, Clark smiled slightly and then asked.

"What did you go to New York for? Does it have anything to do with this incident?"

"It does matter, it matters a lot."

Barry Allen placed the empty glass in his hand on the main console, and then nodded sharply.

"I think I've probably found the culprit who framed Bruce, er, I mean Batman."

"Oh?"

Clark's eyes lit up, and then he said in a deep voice.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know his identity yet, but one thing is certain. He is wearing a black robe that covers his figure. Well, speaking of which, I don't know whether he (she) is a boy or a girl."

Barry Allen was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Don't worry, tell me slowly, what is going on."

Clark couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this weird statement.

"Okay, it's like this. I have been tracking the murder case in the city hall for the past two days. From the signs at the scene and the confessions of relevant personnel, the evidence points to Bruce alone."

Barry said quickly while making various gestures with his hands.

"But I later sneaked into the hospital morgue where the corpses were collected, and by examining the mutilated corpses of Gotham's mayor, several congressmen, and other victims, yes, the forensic doctors pieced the fragments together, although they were still unable to completely Restore the original body of the victim, but it can still be investigated.”

Barry seemed to be recalling the scene he had seen before, and licked his dry lips. He seemed to be suppressing the discomfort caused by the memory of the visual sense.

call----

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down as much as possible, and continued speaking in a fast tone.

"Okay, I discovered that although it looked like they were brutally slaughtered to death with sharp weapons covered with Bruce's fingerprints, in fact"

Having said this, Barry Allen frowned, as if he felt a little confused.

"Through detailed and repeated comparisons, I discovered that the real cause of their death was suicide."

"suicide?"

Clark muttered repeatedly.

"Yes, it was suicide. When I was observing the wounds on their necks, I accidentally noticed that these corpses all had a common feature, that is, there was a fatal one-time wound on the neck, which was enough to cut off the carotid artery. . Then I studied it carefully and suddenly found that compared with the wounds on other parts of the body, the degree of coagulation and the starting time of the appearance of this fatal wound were actually different from the wounds on other parts of these corpses. I was not sure at first. But I confirmed it over and over again and felt that this was not my illusion. Yes, because the corpses were so badly damaged, everyone took it for granted that they died in pain from such inhumane abuse, but I I compared it more than a dozen times and found that all those horrific injuries occurred after this fatal carotid artery slit, and the time between them was at least half an hour."

After a pause, Barry Allen added.

"The mayor of Gotham and the others did not die from being cut by butcher's knives. Judging from the marks on the necks of those corpses, it looks like they raised the knife with their left hand and severed their own carotid arteries."

"So you're saying that the mayor of Gotham, those several congressmen and security guards were all cut into countless parts with a knife half an hour after they 'suicided'?"

Clark frowned deeply.

"Are you really sure that this fatal wound and the other wounds at the beginning were caused by them themselves?"

"Actually, I was really unsure at first. But after I searched the crime scene carefully over and over again, I found this."

Barry Allen took out a small transparent glass bottle from the pouch on his waist.

Clark looked closely and saw that there was some light green fine powder inside.

"What is this, washing powder?" (I don't know if anyone understands this joke)

Clark said with some uncertainty.

"Um, no, this is the residual substance of biochemical gas. It is a strong and real hallucinogenic gas, and it is the only one in the entire Gotham City."

There was a meaningful look in Barry Allen's eyes, as if he meant something.

"Scarecrow, right?"

Clark narrowed his eyes slightly.

After two seconds of silence, Clark turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

Barry Allen grabbed him.

"Of course what I want to do is to find the Scarecrow. No matter how many times they are imprisoned, these guys have no intention of repenting. I think it's time to notify Cyborg by the way to speed up the construction process of the 'space prison'."

By the end of Clark's speech, he was obviously very tired of these criminals.

"You don't have to look for it, the scarecrow is dead."

But what Barry Allen said next made Clark slightly stunned.

"Dead? How did he die?"

"As soon as I tracked the scarecrow, I found that there was only one body left of him. So I thought that there might be someone else behind this incident, and then I met a mysterious guy wearing a black robe. He After being discovered by me, I tried to escape."

Barry Allen shook his head.

"But this guy seems to have some kind of movement method that can also travel extremely fast. I tracked him all the way to New York, but I still lost him."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his expression, and Barry Allen scratched his head.

"I was careless."

"It's okay. Do you still remember what he looks like?"

Clark thought for a moment.

"of course."

"Well, I will notify Martian Manhunter now and ask him to come and use telepathy to help you continue to search for this mysterious guy. You will be on standby in New York. If there is any news, notify me immediately."

After a pause, Clark added.

"I'm going to go find Amanda Waller again and see if she knows anything."