Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics.

Chapter 212: Little Cassian, you don’t want others to know your secret, right?
"You are indeed Kaitou Kidd."

Looking at Dean in front of her, Cassandra didn't show much surprise.

That means her eyes didn't miss it from the start.

"Can you tell me why you do these things?"

Cassandra gestured with her hands in mid-air.

"You're just a thief, aren't you? What does saving this city have to do with you?"

"Because a qualified performer needs to protect his audience."

Dean smiled slightly and replied.

"There are many people in this city who cheered and cheered for my performance. If I obviously can do something but do nothing, I would be really sorry for these audiences."

"More importantly," Dean paused at this point and continued: "Don't you think that a very absurd plot like a thief saving the city can make more people marvel?"

Cassandra didn't quite understand what Dean said. It wasn't that she couldn't understand what Dean said, but that she didn't understand what Dean wanted to express.

"So... whether you save the city or become Kaitou Kidd, it's all for the sake of people's admiration?"

Cassandra frowned, "Is it so important to you to be amazed? Does it make you feel satisfied?"

"Although the details are somewhat different, in general, it is true."

Dean nodded honestly.

He did not try to give some great and upright reasons to give himself a more glorious image, making it seem like he was a good person who broke the law on the surface but was actually kind-hearted.

Dean's night of running for Gotham was not out of pure kindness, and certainly not completely self-interested.

What's more, the behavior of finding reasons is meaningless in front of Cassandra.

After the words fell, Cassandra was silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Do you... know what kind of abilities I have?"

Suddenly, Cassandra gestured with her hands and asked.

"Absolutely. I know that there is a skill in the world that can give people the magical ability to see through body information. People with this ability can understand what others say even if they don't understand the language. They can easily do what linguists dream of. The thing is to understand all the known and unknown languages ​​of the world."

At this time, Dean took two steps closer, came to Cassandra, and looked into her eyes.

"Do you remember, when we first met in the Gotham Library, you said, 'You can understand what I say'? That sentence can reveal the skills you have mastered."

"Last time at your house, you swore that you were not Kaitou Kidd, but I didn't tell that you were lying. Obviously you can use the same method to deceive me now, but you are honest with me and are calm. Answered my question, why?"

Kassandra continued to ask, her attitude being very serious when she said this.

Why did Dean's attitude change so dramatically?
"Sit down."

Dean said coldly.

"?"

Cassandra blinked. The topic changed so much that she couldn't react for a while.

Dean, who was opposite her, had found a clean place to sit cross-legged and was now waving to her.

"I think we have a lot to talk about. You haven't rested all night, have you, Cassandra? Sit down and talk. No one will disturb you in this place for a while."

Dean patted the floor beside him and motioned for Cassandra to sit over.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment. She felt that she was not obviously tired. It would be okay to run around for a few more days and nights, but she finally sat next to Dean.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, Cassandra. Last time I had to hide my identity from you no matter what. Actually, it was because I was afraid. I was worried that you were sent by Batman to test me. After all, you and Barbara The relationship is so good.”

Dean smiled softly and said, that was indeed what he thought when Cassandra first came to the door.

"If Batman finds out that Kidd is Dean Thaston, then my life in Gotham will become very troublesome, but now..."

"I have fully believed that you are not a member of the Bat Family, so there is no need to force you to continue to hide my identity when you have already figured out my identity, and I can't hide it even if I want to."

Cassandra held her chin in her hands, her eyes lost in thought.

Dean revealed these secrets to her without any scruples. Wasn't he afraid that he would turn around and report to Batman or the GCPD?
Although Cassandra knew it was impossible for her to do such a thing, why did Dean give her so much trust?

"I know you are asking me so many questions. What you really want to ask is whether I regret my criminal behavior. If I do, how can I remedy it?"

"At least until now, I have never regretted my actions. I have never deliberately hurt anyone, nor have I done even one unforgivable evil act. Kaitou Kidd is indeed a criminal who deserves to be sentenced. , even I agree with this, but I still have a clear conscience.”

Having said this, Dean shook his head slightly and said, "I can give you my answer, but that's just my answer. You may not get the answer you want."

Cassandra looked at Dean blankly, not knowing what she should "say".

At this moment, Dean suddenly looked solemn and said meaningfully: "Speaking of which, you left something very important in my house last time."

"?"

Cassandra was shocked when she heard this. Did she leave something behind at Dean's house?
How is this possible? There is absolutely nothing she can "miss"!

Suddenly, Cassandra's pupils shrank instantly.

Dean took out a slender black hair from nowhere, looked at her calmly and said, "You left a hair on the sofa."

"Cassandra, you don't know much about modern knowledge, but I think you should know what DNA testing is, right?"

Dean raised his hair, put it in front of Cassandra and looked at it carefully.

"You can find out a lot of information through a small hair. I'm sorry for prying into your privacy, but I already know your past."

Cassandra was shocked. She could see that Dean's implication was that he already knew his secret!

Dean already knows all about her past training under her father, David Cain, and the fact that she killed a man out of ignorance when she was nine years old.

Recalling the scene when Fazul's carotid artery was easily cut open with a knife of hers, and blood spattered on her face, regret, guilt, fear, worry... countless negative emotions filled her heart.

Cassandra's little face suddenly turned pale and messy.

With a flick of the brush, Cassandra stood up from the ground and was about to escape from here without any explanation.

However, before she could take a few steps, Dean grabbed her.

"It's useless to run away from the past!"

Dean snapped. "Do you still want to continue living such a miserable wandering life?"

Cassandra stood stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"...No...I don't want to."

A trembling voice sounded.

Cassandra turned around, tears streaming down her face.

The sound just now came from her mouth.

Dean's eyes flashed with surprise.

Cassandra actually spoke just now!
Although he only spoke very short words, he spoke word by word, and his speech was also quite strange. He was almost like a baby who was just learning to speak, and there was an obvious feeling of babbling.

But she did speak. Cassandra was not mute.

"it is as expected!"

This scene completely verified Dean's original guess, why David Cain did not let his daughter Cassandra learn language, it was definitely not as simple as simply wanting to train Cassandra into a killing machine.

I am afraid that he deliberately did not let Cassandra learn any language in order to train her skills, so that Cassandra was like a newborn baby, unable to even speak.

Despite this, Cassandra was not truly mute, and her language center was not damaged. After studying language in the library for so long, she slowly began to speak.

But it will take quite a while before you can communicate with others like a normal person.

After stammering three or two words, Cassandra closed her mouth and said no more, but silently raised her head in front of Dean.

"I know what you're thinking, Cassandra, but unfortunately I can't point you in the direction of the future."

Upon seeing this, Dean immediately stretched out a finger and pointed it at Cassandra's heart. A soft touch came from his fingertips, but Dean did not pay attention and continued to speak solemnly.

"This is what you want to ask! Only you know where you will go in the future."

Cassandra lowered her head and looked at her heart.

"It's a fact that you killed someone. It's also a fact that you didn't know you were killing someone at the time."

Dean continued, "Killing someone is a terrible thing. You will feel uneasy and guilty about it. This is normal, but you must make it clear that it is not entirely your fault. Don't take it so seriously. The entire blame falls on myself.”

"David Cain has trained you in the ability to kill since you were a child, but never taught you the nature of killing. When you killed Fazul, you had no idea what you were doing."

"I know saying this doesn't relieve the burden on your heart, but I still want to emphasize that the person who really killed Fazul was David Cain. You are just a knife in David's hand! You must recognize this. fact."

"Moreover, I have investigated Fazul's background. This guy is not a good person. There are countless poor people who died because of his family. I even want to say that he died a good death."

"Sometimes, doing bad things can also bring about good results. Of course, the premise is that you need to be aware of the corresponding guilt."

Such an unorthodox statement made Cassandra's heart suddenly become complicated. In her simple cognition, she only knew that killing was wrong, but Dean seemed to be affirming the killing she committed when she was ignorant.

How can doing bad things have good consequences?
Is Dean a bad guy?
Cassandra looked Dean up and down with mixed emotions, and finally shook her head inwardly. She didn't think Dean was a bad person.

"You are full of confusion now, and that's okay. I understand your mood, Cassandra, so I have a suggestion..."

Dean looked into Cassandra's eyes and asked, "Would you like to try to do something bad with me first?"

Under Dean's gaze, Cassandra nodded thoughtfully.
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"I think I've made it very clear, Batman, I don't know the whereabouts of the boss, oh, it should be the former boss now."

In Gotham, in the Iceberg Club, O'Kilwe sat on a chair in the office with a kind smile on his face.

In front of him, a tall black figure stood like a abyss, and it was none other than Batman.

"You seem happy that something happened to Copot, Ignatius O'Kilwe."

Batman said meaningfully.

"Happy? No, actually my heart is full of sadness, but you have to know that if a leader cries all day long, then the team will definitely fail."

O'Kilwe pretended to sigh and said, "The boss asked me to take charge of the overall situation before he left. I can't let him down."

Batman looked at him deeply, and instead of delving further into Penguin's question, asked about another more pressing matter.

"There are clues that the killer who spread the Man-Bat Virus is closely related to the Iceberg Club. I need an explanation...or a name."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, O'Kilwe's expression suddenly changed and he said solemnly: "Batman, don't say anything without evidence."

"You are the guardian of this city, and I respect you from the bottom of my heart, so if you have any questions, I will tell you the truth, but-"

O'Kilwe's face darkened, and he said righteously: "This does not mean that you can make baseless accusations against us! All the subordinates in the Iceberg Club are good citizens, and I will never allow you to accuse them wantonly!"

"Your injury healed quickly."

Batman said coldly.

"what?"

O'Kilwe didn't know why.

Before he could react, Batman suddenly jumped up, grabbed O'Kilwe's head and pushed it onto the table.

The force of the blow was so great that there was a dull thunk when O'Kilwe's forehead hit the table.

"I know that the Penguin Gang kidnapped Francine Langstone and used it to threaten Kurt to get the original formula of the Man-Bat Serum from him. Do you want to say that you have no knowledge of this matter? "

Batman pressed O'Kilwe firmly on the table with one hand, then leaned into the latter's ear and whispered.

"I need an explanation! Or a name!"

Boom!
Batman grabbed O'Kilwe's head again and pressed it heavily on the table again.

"I...I really don't know...what are you talking about...who is Francine?"

O'Kilwe, whose whole face was pressed on the table, struggled to speak, but he still insisted that he didn't know.

Batman stared at him for a moment, then let go.

As soon as O'Kilwe had a chance to catch his breath, Batman's hand reached out again.

(End of this chapter)