I used to believe in science

When Natalie Hope opened her eyes again, she was not at all surprised that she was sitting in an unfamiliar environment and was very close to a man. She rolled her eyes at the man until he retracted his fingers embarrassingly. Then he unhurriedly lit the cigarette he was playing with before, but just held it between his fingers and watched the smoke rise slowly.

Balthazar also watched the plume of smoke rising until it burned a third of the way. He put his arm around the girl's shoulder and asked affectionately, "You don't seem to be surprised by the current situation."

"It's not the first time." Hope pretended to press the cigarette in his hand to the hand on his shoulder. Before the other party had time to say anything else, someone called her from a distance behind.

When she turned her head, Constantine's familiar trench coat was standing under a streetlight at the end of the alley.Hope returned to Constantine, slowly bit the cigarette in his mouth, stood up and straightened his trousers, her Dugu shadow stretched diagonally under the bench.

Antoinette sat up propped against the wall.

Now that her spine is no longer as soft as noodles, and her arms are no longer shaking like a sieve, she carefully supports the wall and moves to the side.Her eyes were still gray and blurry, no matter what medicine she was taking, it had affected her retina, and she could see things around her in a blur.

She groped the smooth wall, moving it inch by inch carefully, not missing any details.She found a corner, turned, then a hinge, then a gap, and could feel the air blowing in from the other side of the wall.

That's probably the door.

Antoinette groped more carefully, groping through the crack of the door little by little, and finally found the lock.He tried his best to move over to study the door lock with his groping.There is no panel, not an electronic lock.

That's witty, and it looks like the other side knows they can't leave electronics to a Stark.

Antoinette sighed secretly, a little frustrated.But this is not the kind she fears the most, the kind of simple and rude chains directly locked outside is what she fears the most, and she can't do anything about it.But there is no unparalleled road, she gradually moved upwards, and at the position where she was almost leaning against the door, she felt a groove, and along this groove, there was a small hole, she used the nail of her little finger to poke it in, But the small hole was too small, so her nails were stuck in a very shallow position and she couldn't get in. During sex, she used the wrong force, and her nails broke in half.

Ignoring the pain from her fingertips, she continued to move and roll away from the door until she hit a corner.She took a breath, the action just now exhausted her last bit of strength, and she could only let herself collapse there to recover some strength.

The clothes on her body had been changed when she was in a coma, and she was wearing a baggy dress similar to a hospital gown, with all accessories removed of course.This was probably why the other party was so relieved to leave her here alone.

Think hard, Antoinette, think.

Dick never felt that Batman would make a wrong decision. Bruce Wayne may be an ordinary person, but Batman is a myth, a legend.

But now, reality slapped him in the face, telling him that Batman can make mistakes.

It has been 13 hours since Batman went to investigate alone, but there is no news.The last place where he found his signal was at a fork in a sewer pipe, where they found the dropped communicator and tactical belt, which means that Batman is indeed missing, and it is very likely that he was killed take away.

"We underestimated the court of owls." Dick frowned as he looked at the fruitless search on the screen, and rarely knew what to do. He looked at the old butler for help, and Alfred still stood upright without looking sideways. He stared at the screen with no landscape on his face, which made Dick somewhat more stable.

"I contacted Batgirl and Batwoman to help us search, and one of my informant friends." Dick paused, his mouth tightened, not sure if he should ask the sentence 'next what to do'.It feels like as soon as these words are uttered, a lot of the calm they have worked so hard to build will collapse.

But what should they do now?Should it turn to the Justice League?Or look for Iron Man and Gordon?

He didn't know if he should make this proposal, and he didn't know if he could afford the consequences.While he was hesitating, a small communication signal in the lower right corner of the screen lighted up silently, with a bright name on it, from Tony Stark.

Alfred was more decisive than him and quickly connected to the communication.The voice on the other end of the communication carried the electronic feeling of Iron Man when he spoke through the processor, "Old Bat, do you have any clues?"

"..." Dick glanced at Alfred, and the old butler raised his eyebrows at him, so he gave up his plan of proposing to use a voice changer to disguise, and walked to the microphone and said, "This is Robin, Batman is not here."

"Where did the old bat go? To be honest, I'm not sure if he is older than me, after all, the voice changer is too obvious."

Dick got stuck. He couldn't admit that Batman was missing, which would make them completely lose the right to speak in this case. Batman would definitely not like to hand over the initiative to outsiders in Gotham, so he thought for a while and said, " He's after a lead."

"He better be looking for something useful." The communication side muttered, "We have a guess."

"I have a guess." Reid hurried into the office specially allocated for their group, spread out a piece of paper on the whiteboard, and JJ helped him cover it with magnets that they had seen countless times but had no idea. Headlines on-site photos.

Rhett took a pen and tapped.It was a panoramic map of Gotham, with several circles circled on it and dense words marked beside it, "I studied Nitty's materials and tried to do some geographical profiling on the map to delineate the power of this organization scope."

"It doesn't look very successful." Morgan leaned on the table, looking at the punctuation that almost covered the entire Gotham.

"Yes." Reid nodded, but he was not depressed. "I looked for a long time and didn't find any problems, until Mr. Stark discussed it with me... Then I realized that these cases, the problem is not It's not where it happens, it's when."

"The events in these cases span a wide range." Emily walked closer to the map and carefully looked at the annotations next to it, looking for the most recent point in time.She didn't find the starting point, but it was enough to find the question "Are there rumors and strange stories in these cases dating back to the 19th century?"