This bat cub looks very weak

Now that we have roughly figured out the true identity of the world's enemy, the next step is to find evidence and arrest the person.

If those who have taken Manticore neurotoxins have not fallen into a coma, then there must be some kind of connection between them and Manticore. After all, tools like people cannot be thrown away at will.

So tonight, Dorothy needs to investigate the rescued hostages.

While eating dinner, Dorothy sorted out the process in her mind, preparing to start the post-meal digestion time after finishing dinner.

"Eh? Bruce hasn't come back yet?" Dorothy realized halfway through her meal that she was the only one at the table.

When she was still in the original world, she ate with Tim every night. Although she had just arrived at Wayne's house, the person she saw the most in Wayne's house, besides Alfu, was Tim.

Compared to Bruce, her father, and Dick in Blüdhaven, Dorothy and Tim, who is of the same age, probably have the best relationship.

First dinner without Tim, missing him...

Dick Mother Bird Nightwing Grayson: Am I unworthy of love? Taoxi (crying).

"The young master said that there are some things that need to be investigated, so he won't be back for dinner tonight." Alfu answered Dorothy's question. He looked at Dorothy and suddenly asked, "Miss Unlucky Pope, what happened to the young master?"

"Well... there are indeed some minor issues, but they are not very important. I have already explained to him all the information I can. However, with the amount of information in these matters, he may need to be alone to calm down. After all, what I said is quite stimulating to him in a sense."

Dorothy sighed silently, then said with a hint of distress: "I believe he can think it through."

"Really? I understand. But Miss Unlucky Pope, are you going out tonight too?" Alfu accepted what Dorothy said. He had no intention of asking further questions, so the topic was turned over.

"Yes." Dorothy nodded.

"Then please be careful."

It was getting dark. Dorothy was standing on the roof of a residential building. The evening breeze blew her cloak. Under the night sky, she looked like the god of death, waiting to take someone to hell.

Dorothy found a person who was related to many of the victims in this incident, a girl who was also one of the victims.

The main reason for finding her is because she has a wide circle of friends. And didn’t I say it before? After a person becomes a tool, he will happily become a tool with his friends.

So this is like...ah...how do I say it? A point? It's almost like a point, a point, and then there are many lines branching out from this point, and each line has a point inserted, and these points represent the key to the matter.

"Crack! Click!"

In the dim room, a creepy voice was constantly echoing in the room, and the air in the room was filled with a strong smell of rust. A hand whose owner was unknown whether he was still alive was lying in a pool of blood, and most importantly, there was a mysterious woman who did not fit in this scene.

The mysterious woman grabbed something and bit it madly, non-stop, without restraint. Although it was unclear what expression was on the woman's face, from her actions it seemed that she was enjoying this way of feasting.

At one side of the room, there were a few people with their eyes downcast, and it was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead. They stared at the woman eating with their dilated pupils, numbly, and could not make any sound.

"Tsk, you can't go on like this without limits, cannibal." A voice that could not tell whether it was happy or angry interrupted the mysterious woman who was eating.

A black figure appeared in the room like a shadow. The woman stopped eating because she was about to put her hand into her mouth and looked at the person warily.

Dorothy looked around. There were limbs and bodies everywhere. Blood was everywhere. And those unconscious people were like food reserves. She had no idea what fate was waiting for her.

"Heh..." The mysterious woman let out a low roar from her throat.

Just like a beast that was happily eating and was interrupted by an uninvited guest, she attacked Dorothy fiercely. Dorothy would not stand there stupidly and be attacked by her.

So Dorothy used the steel wire in her hand to cut off the arm of the mysterious woman, the cannibal, Manticore, who was rushing towards her, as easily as cutting leeks.

The blood spattered on the walls of the room, which were already covered in dried bloodstains. Nothing seemed to have changed, but the smell in the room became even worse.

The sudden pain made Manticore howl, and then he stared at Dorothy with even angrier and more ferocious eyes.

"Well, don't look at me like that. You're the villain, why are you acting like I'm abusing you? You killed all these people, didn't you? You're an alien life form after all. Even if you eat a lot of people, you can't be a human. You're just a beast."

For some reason, Manticore seemed to be stimulated by these words and stared at Dorothy with hatred. Even if she hated the person in front of her, she still knew herself and knew that she was no match for the person in front of her. She looked at the window next to her, and it was obvious that this behavior was a sign of her intention to escape.

Because of this intention, Manticore did the same. She quickly regenerated the arm that was cut off by Dorothy. For creatures like her, if the brain does not stop working and the heart does not stop beating, it will continue to regenerate. This is also very energy-consuming, but she has eaten so many people...

After being reborn, Manticore ran towards the window without hesitation. Dorothy saw what she was planning and decided not to let her escape easily, so she immediately tried to stop her.

Manticore, who was about to escape, naturally guessed that Dorothy would stop her, so at the moment Dorothy took action, she randomly picked up a hostage, a hostage who still had signs of life, and then jumped from the window sill of the 18-story residential building with that person.

Hey! Do you think this is the 18th level of hell?

The moment Manticore broke through the window, he struggled to throw the hostage in his hand far away, then turned around and looked at Dorothy with a mocking expression, as if to say, kill me or save him?

Faced with a life-and-death situation like your mother and I falling into the water at the same time, who would you save first (?).

Dorothy's choice, I want them all!

So she rushed down at the same time, using one hand to control the steel wire to save the hostage who was falling, and with the other hand to use the steel wire to decisively kill Manticore.

Perhaps because Dorothy was not skilled enough in the use of the wire, due to some minor errors, Manticore's life was not taken immediately, but one of her legs and one of her hands were cut off.

"Bang!" Manticore fell heavily to the ground. Perhaps the impact was too great, and turbid smoke floated on the ground.

Because she only harvested a leg and an arm, Dorothy did not think about continuing the pursuit for the time being, but immediately retracted the wire in one hand and hooked it on a fixed point somewhere. With the other hand, she held the hostage, and the two of them hung together outside the ninth floor.