I'm the villain in Gotham

When he and Bruce came to the Batcave, Erberist saw Alfred.

The old butler's attitude towards him didn't change from usual, he just smiled and sighed: "You really gave me a big surprise."

Erberist said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, Alfred."

"Please don't say that." The old housekeeper walked up and gave him a hug: "Although according to common sense, I should say that the Wayne family owes you, but since we are already a family, it is too much to say that." Rusty."

Erberister smiled and patted him on the back: "Thank you."

Bruce sat down in front of the Batcomputer and pulled up some files.While typing on the keyboard, he said: "Yesterday, before Sabatino's men shot you, my bat alarm suddenly sounded nearby, but in the end it turned out that it was Sabatino's men I'm doing it."

He gave a general explanation of what happened last night to Erberist, and then concluded: "I think this is another conspiracy against us, but we went too suddenly, they were not ready yet, and they came in hastily." The response below is full of loopholes."

"Indeed." Abrist nodded, agreeing with Bruce's speculation.Sabatino's original plan should have been to lure himself into his office in some way, and then set off the Bat Alarm to bring Batman nearby.When the gunshots rang out in the office, Batman would definitely notice this side, and then he would confront Erberist and fight each other like he did in the abandoned chemical plant last time.

"But I think there is something missing in this plan." Bruce propped his chin, pondered: "Even if you are just Erberist—I mean, you are indeed just what the rumors say, I saw the people in the office After the situation, the first time is to force you and Sabatino to stop, not to help him fight you."

"It's because their strategy didn't work on me." Erberist narrowed his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips contemptuously: "The magic attached to the bullets would have caused people to fall into madness and ignorance. It's my instinct to kill, but they underestimate me."

Even though his mental strength had been weakened by the tentacles in the first place——but in fact, it was because they caught his weakness that they could have such an effect.Those evil whispers lured him into the abyss of killing, but Erberister had promised his master that he would never kill, so he would abide by his heart and never violate his oath.

"That is to say," Bruce grasped the second important point in his words: "The magic attached to the bullet would have allowed you to kill all the people present."

Eberrist nodded: "That's right."

"That's why." Bruce thought: "It seems that Sabatino doesn't know the special effect of the bullet, otherwise he would never use it; the bullet was given to him by my unknown enemy."

"The magic attached to the bullet is of the same origin as the cultist we encountered before. I think he must have something to do with our enemy." Erberister said: "Bruce, you said that cultist is not a school bus The driver Bob Clive himself, have you found his identity?"

"Not yet," Bruce said in a deep voice, "It has been confirmed that he is not from Gotham, but I haven't found out his real identity yet."

The scope is too big, he always looks like an ordinary person before exposing his evil/religionist side, maybe before the face-lift, he is just an ordinary person who looks very normal on the surface, no blood samples are left, and no blood samples are left in any places. DNA has been recorded somewhere, and trying to find out his identity is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

The road was blocked, and Erberist could only renew his guess: "This enemy knows your style very well. Maybe you know him."

"I know a lot of people," Bruce said.

Yes, he's speculated a lot about this guy by now: he doesn't live in Gotham, he's very rich, knows Bruce Wayne, and he's been in Gotham within three months.

But in view of Bruce's own very considerable social circle, there are still many such people.

"No, I mean," said Uberist, "if he knows you so well, perhaps you know him too. You know, the acquaintance is mutual, and he can't have a reason for you, and I think the biggest The odds are that you know each other."

"Maybe." Bruce mused for a moment, typing on the keyboard while thinking.Urberister saw some familiar names from his information bank: "Um... Oswald Copperpot?" His final sound rose slightly in surprise.

Bruce asked, "You know him?"

Of course, Penguin, of course he knows: "I know his family," Urberist said, "but I remember Oswald left Gotham after his parents died," he looked at the screen about Penguin's brief introduction: "When did he come back?"

"Not more than three months," said Bruce, "and he hasn't been seen out since he went back to his family's legacy house, but I don't think it's that simple."

Urberister guessed he might be planning to get his own piece of land in Gotham and build the Iceberg Club.But in any case, he should not be the one targeting Bruce, this is not the Penguin's style of doing things.

At this time, the old butler who had been silent by the side spoke up: "I just have a question suddenly, Master Bruce." Alfred said: "When Director Gordon suffered a head injury and was admitted to the hospital, you How did you think of Mr Elliott?"

The surname sounds familiar, Erberister thought, searching his memory for a while before he remembered it.

Thomas Elliott, Bruce's childhood playmate, their relationship was once very good, but this friendship was cut short by the death of Elliott's father, and Elliott and his mother moved to Philadelphia, where they lived again. Never came back either.

Lotkea had never met him, only heard Bruce mention it a few times.

Alfred's question made Bruce frown: "...Because he is the best surgeon in the United States, my father has not been on the operating table for a long time, his hands are not very stable, and Tommy is my childhood doctor. My friend, I have no reason not to think of him."

Alfred continued: "After you haven't seen each other for more than twenty years?"

Erberist didn't quite know this, and asked, "Has he ever been to Gotham?"

"Yes, when Director Gordon was injured and admitted to the hospital, it was Mr. Elliott who came to Gotham from Philadelphia to perform head surgery on him." Alfred said: "Not only that, he was very interested in 'Lotkea. Dak is very interested in the discovery of neuronal brain domain connections, and he has also been to the research institute under the name of the Wayne Group, but he has not seen you."

"...that doesn't sound like a coincidence," Erberist said.

Bruce frowned, tapped his index finger on the table unconsciously for a while, then stood up suddenly, turned and walked towards the bat suit standing beside him: "I'm going to my office."

Erberist immediately said, "I'll come with you, it will be easier for us to come and go."

"No," Bruce held his helmet and turned his head with disapproval on his face: "Until you are fully recovered, you can no longer use magic."

Erberist said helplessly: "It's just a teleportation magic, it's very simple..."

"No, I don't agree." Bruce felt a burst of displeasure when he remembered that Erberist's body could not bear it because of the continuous high-intensity use of magic yesterday, but he still resisted speaking.He frowned and said resolutely, "Go in my Batplane."

Erberist had to listen to him.

After the controversy was declared over, the old housekeeper who had been watching quietly said: "Gentlemen, let me remind you," he said with a godlike expression, "Perhaps the darkening of the Batcave has caused you to have a great deal of trouble." Illusion, but in fact," he gestured to the position where the time was displayed on the bat computer: "—it is still daytime."

Erberist and Bruce looked at each other.

Erberist and Bruce: "..."

Yes, they haven't had lunch yet.