I'm the villain in Gotham

Bruce clicked on the Batcomputer, ending the conversation with Lotkea.

Then he stood up, adjusted the bat uniform on his body, put on the hood, and narrowed the white goggles with his movements.

Now, he is the Batman who scares criminals, the dark knight who hides in the dark night.

The old butler stood behind him with a calm tone: "Congratulations, Master Bruce, you can add another record to your injuries."

"Gotham needs me, Alfred." After the voice changer, Batman's voice has lost the slight hoarseness when he spoke to Lotkea just now, and replaced it with an extremely, creepy deep hoarseness: "Criminals don't have time to rest."

"But I think you can trust our judiciary for a while." Alfred's gaze changed as Batman moved: "After all, before Batman appeared, catching criminals has always been their job."

"Now it's mine too." Batman got into the Batmobile without looking back.The bulletproof glass on the roof lowered, covering his whole figure in the car, and then drove away from the Batcave at a high speed.

Without the constraints of Erberist, Gotham's atmosphere further deteriorated, and she once again became the capital of crime, a paradise for criminals.Batman stayed up all night last night, preventing thirteen robberies, eight thefts, five rapes before they were committed, and one gang fight.

He was wounded in that shootout - they were too many - not too bad, just a few shots, the Kevlar protection, the bullets didn't go into him, just broke One rib, very lucky.And given the extraordinary speed of his recovery - although Batman still hasn't figured out why - the rib is almost healed by now.

The effect of this is also obvious. The urban legend of bats has increased again, and criminals have begun to be afraid of shadows, sudden sounds and shaking.Although Batman is not satisfied with the speed at which his fear spreads, he also knows that there is nothing he can do about it, and there is no rush for this kind of thing.Even for Erberist, who just came to Gotham, it took him several years to make his legend deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But Batman believed—and he had to—that he would take control of the city better and faster than Urberist, and keep him out.Either way, Urberister is a danger out of control, regardless of Bruce Wayne's personal

Batman must firmly control this uncertain factor about how people feel about him.

This is the best and only way to keep Gotham safe.

Batman grabbed the Bathook, jumped off the gargoyle, and kicked a man below who was about to rob him.

Amidst the screaming and running of the woman, Batman wandered off slightly.

And it wasn't just bad things that happened recently—his family wasn't hurt by the turmoil: Thomas and Martha recently went to Europe and didn't stay in Gotham; The security is excellent, and equipped with the most advanced security facilities of the Wayne Group, Batman is not worried about his safety.

In addition, Harvey's situation is also improving.Dr. Hannibal Lecter recommended by Dr. Bertha is indeed a very good psychologist. Bruce went to see Harvey yesterday afternoon. His condition is very stable. The workload can be handled with ease, and the sudden and uncontrollable violent behavior at the fundraising meeting never happened again.

Batman knocked the thrashing mugger unconscious and tied him to a nearby pole, and stuck a Batarang in the wall behind him to show he was there.

The hem of Batman's thick cloak swept across the dirty ground, and then the Bathook shot/fired again, taking him to a higher and farther place with a wider field of vision.

Recently, Gotham also came to a consulting detective from the UK. Batman moved and observed, divided his mind, and had time to think about other things.

He'd heard the consulting detective's name, and looked him up carefully when he knew he was in Gotham.Sherlock Holmes is quite famous in the UK, but he doesn't like Scotland Yard very much. Only the detective named Greg Lestrade appreciates him. This time he also came to Gotham, but It's hard to say whether his special treatment is because of his true love for Sherlock's talent or because of his elder brother who is the head of the secret service and the British government.According to data analysis, there are probably both, and the front is greater than the back.

He also has a roommate, John Watson, a former military doctor who served in the war, which reminds Batman of his father.They have a good relationship and often investigate cases together. Sherlock's great reputation in the UK originated from his roommate.He processed and adapted Sherlock's detective deeds into a story novel on his blog, which attracted the attention of a large number of people.

Batman has also read those blogs. Although there are some artistic processing, he can also see the real elements of those things.Batman has to admit that Sherlock Holmes is a very outstanding genius, but he lacks a little awe and respect for the law.

In all fairness, Batman admits to his genius brain, but doesn't like the man.

Just as he didn't like his brother Mycroft either.

I heard that they came this time to find a murderer who killed a British duke.Although there are countless such fugitives in Gotham, Batman hates outsiders invading his territory. He hacked into the British government's system and was determined to get involved in this case so that they could finish their investigation and leave as soon as possible.

……

"Do you think it's really necessary for us to come out to investigate in the middle of the night, in Gotham?" Watson held the gun in his arms tightly, and followed closely beside Sherlock: "Take a step back, should we at least Call Lestrade?"

"For him to give up his job with his coworker, that guy named Giff... what? No, I don't think he'd agree. Of course, he'd better not, the two of us will suffice, John."

"...It's Jim, Sherlock," Watson said speechlessly, "Jim Gordon, we should have to ask him for help while we're in Gotham, can you remember his name?"

"It is enough for you to remember," Sherlock said quite confidently, "We will not be separated."

"Okay, let's bring the topic back." Watson didn't want to waste time arguing with Sherlock on this kind of thing: "Should we call more people?"

Sherlock's footsteps stopped suddenly: "Look at your clothes, Watson." He said quickly in a low and displeased elegant voice: "We are now pretending to be two little gangsters working alone, which is the easiest way to relax." The vigilance of others allows us to get the news we want in those taverns. It is not easy for a tavern to be open at night in Gotham, which is why we have to come out at night, understand?"

"...Okay," Watson said in a broken jar, "but you never brought me with makeup before, why did you change this time?"

Sherlock said of course: "Oh, that's easy, because I'm not safe on my own."

Watson: "..."

He can't spit out this slot.

"Think with your head, John." Sherlock didn't look at Watson's face, but seemed to understand what he was thinking: "Two people are just right. If I only have one,

They will think that I am a bully who is easy to take advantage of; and if there are too many people, they will worry whether we will come to smash the scene.This idea couldn't be easier to guess. Two people are the easiest number to complete the task and the least suspicious and disputed number. "

"...All right, I'll listen to you." Watson said.It's all out, what else can he say?

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and gave Watson a quick wink: "Remember to follow me closely, don't talk less, and show the air of the military doctor you used to be."

After finishing speaking, his demeanor suddenly changed, from a pampered, shrewd and capable detective to a full-fledged street gangster, with a shrewd ruthlessness about him.

Although it is not the first time for Watson to witness his "big transformation into a living person", every time he sees it, he is still sincerely amazed.

The two swaggered into a bar on the side of the road.

……

After Batman solved the tenth crime tonight, Sherlock and Watson walked out of the bar contentedly.

After the two walked a distance in silence, Sherlock suddenly said, "I have to admit, Gotham is really a beautiful city."

Watson: "???"

Watson: "Excuseme? Did I hallucinate just now???"

Sherlock said, "If you really think you're that old and blind, John."

"So why do you say it is beautiful?" Watson said incredulously, "Because there are countless cases for you to solve?"

"Of course not." Sherlock's voice began to be a little impatient: "Most of the cases here are simple and rude, and only need simple and tedious searches to locate the murderer. Why do you think I'm interested in such cases?"

"So why do you rate it that way?"

"Because of intelligence, John." Sherlock said: "There are countless intelligence dealers here, just like the one we went in just now, and you can get information with money.

Watson didn't have the nerve to say that the two of them also entered in disguise just now: "That's all right, you asked so many questions just now, do you know the murderer now?"

"It's not that easy." Sherlock glanced at him. "I said before that the people who committed those cases were geniuses."

"...Wait, those?" Watson began to feel that he could not keep up with Sherlock's train of thought again: "Aren't we investigating the case of the Duke's murder? What else did he do?"

"Of course, John, otherwise we would go to so many cities

What? Sherlock asked back: "He killed at least thirteen people. These are just what I discovered. I think there are many more we don't know."He is vicious, has no empathy, and has his own art of killing; but his outward identity is polite and gentle, and he seems to be a very decent upper-class figure. "

"Oh, you can pretend, such a person is too scary." Watson muttered.

"Take it easy, John," said Sherlock, "it's not the first time we've faced a criminal like this, and I'll find him, soon."

They kept going.

At some point, a black shadow followed them silently.

But Sherlock and Watson were ignorant of this, and were still discussing the case: "Sherlock, how do you know he killed those people?"

"He is very cautious and cunning," Sherlock commented: "But a person cannot hide all his whereabouts, even Superman cannot erase all traces - I confirm that he has an identity living in the human world, And it's in the Metropolis, but I'm not interested in looking for it."

"Wow." Watson was very supportive: "And then?"

"Let's talk about the murderer," Sherlock raised his chin with a restrained and proud smile, and then said, "His methods are very clean and sophisticated-this is why I think he killed more than the thirteen Personal reasons—from the first victim I discovered to the No.13, the methods are exactly the same, but quite unique, the common point is that they are handled neatly, and it is clear that the murderer was calm and skillful when killing them."

Watson asked: "Then how did he kill those people?"

Sherlock gave him a meaningful look: "He killed them, cut off the meat and internal organs, dug out the brains, and cooked them into dishes."

"In short, we're not just after a murderer, we're after an ogre."

Watson: "..."

Watson's eyes widened, apparently his good imagination had helped him think of the scene Sherlock described, so that his face turned green: "...he ate them?"

"Not only him." Sherlock touched his chin: "I guess he was eaten by other people, of course, they didn't know that they were eating people."

Watson said: "... Sherlock, please give me a hint next time before saying this. If I hadn't been on the battlefield, I might have vomited by now."

"It's a good thing you've been on the battlefield, John." Sherlock said lightly, "And I thought I was on the ice.

Those experimental samples in the box have increased your acceptance of these things a lot. "

Watson: "...don't mention your head and fingers in the refrigerator, Sherlock!"

"Hmm." Sherlock shrugged, and just about to say something else, suddenly, a black shadow flashed out of the shadows.

Sherlock's pupils shrank, and he pushed Watson away.

An extremely sharp samurai/knife pierced into the gap between them and missed a single hit. The black-clothed ninja blade turned and swept towards Sherlock.

In the nick of time, Sherlock leaned back to avoid it.The blade brushed against his upturned nose, scraping off a few curly strands of hair.

Although Watson has already left the battlefield, the quality of the veteran is still there, and his response to emergencies is quite calm and timely.He didn't go to rescue Sherlock immediately, but immediately took out the gun that had been hidden in his pocket and held it in his hand, and fired two shots at the ninja.

The ninja immediately retracted the samurai/knife, dodging Watson's bullet with a side spin.

Watson: "... what???"

Sherlock gave him a tug: "Don't be dazed, he is not an ordinary person."

Watson said: "The eyes are so good, I can see it too." After speaking, he took advantage of the ninja's still standing still, and fired two more rounds.

When the opponent raised his knife to resist, Sherlock grabbed Watson's hand and said, "Run!"

They ran wildly on the deserted streets.

Suddenly, two more black shadows whizzed down, right in front of them, blocking their way.

"...There is more than one of these things?" Watson was dumbfounded, and immediately realized that he and Sherlock were definitely not their opponents, and quickly changed his routine: "Wait a minute, did you recognize the wrong person, we don't know you! "

Neither of the two ninjas spoke, and rushed towards them.

"It seems that your method won't work." Sherlock said, and picked up a crowbar from the trash can next to him (Oh my God, why are there crowbars everywhere in this city?!), and used it as a weapon for self-defense.

And at this time he was still in the mood to joke, the subwoofer seemed quite elegant and calm at such a critical moment: "John, this reminds me of the story of two pirates in the 18th century, one with a sword and the other with a gun, Fight back to back."

Watson shouted rather irritablely: "Damn Sherlock, shut up at this time!"

Suddenly, two pitch-black bat darts flew across the night sky with the sound of howling wind, and struck on the hands of two ninjas holding knives.Immediately afterwards, a huge black bat figure emerged from the shadows

.

Batman descended from the sky wearing a heavy cloak, kicked away the guns in the hands of the two ninjas, then threw a bat rope, entangled the two ninjas, and fell to the ground.

Watson's face was still a little dull: "Ah, uh, Bat, Batman? Thank you very much for saving us, but there is another one behind."

Batman's voice was low and hoarse: "He ran away."

Watson reacted from the attack just now, and said in shock: "My God, are you real? Isn't it an urban legend?!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, quite displeased with Watson's surprise and his behavior of focusing on others: "Of course he is real, John, I think what the group of people in the bar tonight said is enough to answer your doubts .But obviously their information on this is quite inaccurate, he is not a monster or a superpower, it is obvious that he is just an ordinary person in a flying squirrel suit."

"Hiss—Sherlock!" Watson was taken aback, fearing that Batman would get upset and kill them along with him, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he, uh, he has been talking badly, but he actually wants to thank you coming."

Batman didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear Sherlock's evaluation of him, he said coldly: "Why did they kill you?"

"Good question." Sherlock had figured out the bottom line that Batman doesn't kill people, so he seemed quite comfortable and relaxed: "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the case we are investigating."

"Sherlock Holmes, John Watson." Batman said in his characteristic deep voice: "As far as I know, the murderer you are looking for has nothing to do with the League of Assassins."

Watson said, "Wait, you know our names?"

"Of course he knows, don't be so surprised," Sherlock finished, and then muttered: "... Another control freak, really annoying."

Watson has become accustomed to the high IQ and various strange characters around him since he came to 221B, so he quickly accepted the real existence of Batman, Batman is an ordinary person, Batman is a control freak... This series The facts, and asked a question appropriately: "You just said that the Assassin League? Are these assassins from the Assassin League?"

Batman said, "Yes."

Watson said: "So, uh, you investigated us?"

Batman's white goggles narrowed. "I'm responsible for my city."

Watson: "...well...well."

His desire to control is simply more terrifying than Mycroft, Hua

At least Mycroft didn't check every foreigner who came to England, he thought, at least he only checked his brother.

"Gotham is different from England, and I don't investigate everyone." Batman said coldly, "After investigating your case, leave here immediately."

Sherlock said, "Why should I listen to you?"

Batman ignored him and walked towards the two tied ninjas.

Suddenly, a smoke/bullet rolled over, and a burst of smoke was released from it, quickly sweeping the entire space.

Batman immediately stayed in place cautiously, lifted his cloak, and covered his mouth and nose.

A black figure flashed past in the thick fog, and Batman threw a batarang, which should have hit the target, and he heard a groan.But it missed the point, and he didn't hear the sound of flesh/body falling to the ground.

After a while, the thick fog dissipated, and the two ninjas who had been tied together had disappeared, and now there was only a broken bat rope left, and the person was nowhere to be seen.Batman stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it.The fracture was neat, and it was cut by some kind of sharp weapon.

Apparently his companions came and rescued them.

"That ninja just now," said Sherlock, "it seems that you can't get news from them."

Batman put away the broken bat rope, looked at Sherlock and Watson: "Go back immediately, forget about tonight, and don't come out at night in the future."

Sherlock tilted his head to the side impatiently, then turned back: "Why should I listen to—"

There was nothing in front of him, no one there.

Sherlock: "..."

He looked at Watson.

Watson said: "...Don't look at me, I just lowered my head just now."

Sherlock wrapped his coat tightly and snorted: "...I hate him."

……

Batman wraps up his night watch tonight.He went back to the Batcave and started checking Gotham's surveillance tonight.Although Wayne Enterprises spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to replace and add many cameras to Gotham, the frequency of their damage is also terribly high.Batman can only judge from the incomplete videos that these ninjas escaped from that block, and no more can be found. Their ability to conceal their whereabouts is quite amazing.

But why did the League of Assassins kill Sherlock and Watson?

Batman recorded this question in the bat computer, waiting for the next time the League of Assassins makes another move, which is his chance to obtain new information.

"Forgive me, master," Alfred brought him a cup of hot milk: "You have a meeting at eight o'clock this morning, and now

It is already 04:30 in the morning. "

Batman: "..."

Batman glanced at the time on the Batcomputer.

Batman: "..."

He said calmly, "Put it off for two hours for me, please."

"Okay, master," the old butler was not surprised by his choice: "But this is the seventh time you have postponed the meeting this month. What reason should we find this time?"

Batman said affirmatively: "I had a nightmare last night."

Alfred: "..."

Alfred asked calmly: "Are you frightened by your own image, young master?"

Batman: "...Please, Afu, I can't let people connect Batman and Bruce Wayne. The two images must not overlap."

"So Batman is the lurid urban freak, and Bruce Wayne is the rich kid who can't get out of bed in the morning because of his nightmares," Alfred said. Very clever."

Batman: "..."

Once again, he was speechless by the old housekeeper.

The next afternoon, when Bruce went to see Harvey, he happened to meet Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who was treating him.

The two met in the hallway, when Bruce had just entered and Hannibal was about to leave.This was the first time the two met. The moment their eyes met, they both noticed that the other was unusual.

Hannibal saw the dark shadow of fear in Bruce's blue eyes;

And Bruce read the cold and ruthless beast in his eyes.

Then, smiles appeared in the eyes of both of them at the same time, covering up their true selves.

They simply greeted each other and passed by.

But everyone knows that this is not the end.

……

Bruce came to the living room and greeted Harvey: "Hey, Harvey, how are you feeling recently?"

"It's not bad." Harvey leaned on the sofa relaxedly: "Thanks to Dr. Hannibal, I feel much better."

"Really? That's good." At the moment when they looked at each other just now, he had doubts about Hannibal, but he didn't tell Harvey rashly.Hannibal is undoubtedly an excellent psychiatrist, an expert in psychology. Harvey's suspicion of him will be revealed in the treatment, which is tantamount to alarming the enemy, and Bruce is not going to do so before he finds definite evidence.

But Harvey's mental health is also important, Bruce thought, and he needs to move fast, but

Before that... "Have you been investigating Maroni recently?"

"You heard it from Jim?" Harvey was not surprised that Gordon told Bruce about it, he nodded: "Yes, I caught one of his closest subordinates before and sent him Locked up, but in the end Maloney bribed the judge and let him go without charge."

What Harvey said was the reason for his gaffe at the fundraising banquet that day. Batman knew it very well, but Bruce only knew a little bit.So he pretended to half understand and said: "Oh, I've heard of this, Jim told me something... Well, by the way, is your latest investigation going well?"

"I've encountered some trouble." Mentioning this, Harvey frowned immediately: "Since I was caught last time, Maroni has hidden the evidence deeper, and I need to work harder to find out their evidence." handle."

"It seems that you have been busy recently." Bruce said sympathetically: "You still need to participate in various campaign activities and do psychological treatment. I really hope you can have time to rest."

Harvey smiled wryly: "Don't talk about taking a rest, now psychotherapy is my rest time, if it is not necessary, I really want to..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped.

Bruce asked knowingly, "Harvey, what's the matter?"

Harvey hesitated for a moment: "Actually... Actually, I don't seem to need treatment every day? Dr. Hannibal also said that my condition has improved a lot, maybe I can delay it?"

"Oh, if possible, that would be great." Bruce said meaningfully: "Maroni has already become wary of you, if you don't act quickly, I'm afraid you will miss this great opportunity."

But Harvey didn't notice, he took out his cell phone and called Hannibal.

After a while, he put down his phone and said, "Dr. Hannibal agreed, and he changed it to once every two days for me. Well, talk is better than nothing, not bad."

Bruce smiled at him, and didn't waste any more time on the subject.They talked about something else, and since Harvey had been so busy recently, Bruce was ready to leave after a short stay.

"I wish you success, Harvey." Bruce stood up and shook hands with him: "Maroney has been in Gotham for long enough, I really hope you can give him a fair verdict."

Harvey smiled slightly: "I will, good friend."

After walking out the door, Bruce's eyes suddenly darkened, and he pressed the headset: "Ah Fu, help me investigate a person."

Alfred asks

: "Who is it, young master?"

Bruce said, "Hannibal. Hannibal Lecter."

After speaking, he got into the car, and his voice subconsciously lowered: "—I think there is something wrong with him."

He persuaded Harvey to slow down the time and frequency of psychotherapy on the grounds that the matter of investigating Maroni was important, and of course indirectly prevented him from meeting Hannibal.

He had to take advantage of this time to figure out where the momentary sense of danger that Hannibal gave him came from.

It's fine if he's feeling wrong, but Bruce has always trusted his instincts.This psychiatrist is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.

The author has something to say: Mister: It's not that everything is bad, you see that Harvey is receiving treatment from Dr. Hannibal, which is very good

To all who know the truth: that's what sucks! ! !

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