Chapter 2854: Detective compulsory course

Chapter 2854 Detective Compulsory Course
But people are different from people. Although Bruce is young, he is familiar with all kinds of detective literature, and he is not deceived under this kind of unconsciousness.
He just shook his head, stretched out his hand to ask for tobacco and alcohol, and said at the same time:
"You are not. If you are a good friend of them, it is impossible to keep my parents' bodies lying in a pool of blood. At least you should turn over and examine them."
With that, he broke free from the palm of the death knell, walked to his parents, turned Martha over with difficulty, held his mother's head in his arms, and touched the blood on her face.
After a short silence, he turned over Thomas' body again, and moved his parents to a slightly cleaner wall, letting them lean against there.
"As expected to be Master Wayne, he is very clever at a young age. Let's put it this way, the lady next to me and I are enthusiastic people passing by. When I see dead people here, I will watch the excitement, and by the way I will call the police for you."
"Thank you, I'll be waiting for the police here, but can you contact Alfred for me? He is my butler." Bruce raised his head and sat against the wall between his parents' corpses, leaning up. Head looking at the bat under the lamp.
"Alice, go call." Su Ming tossed a few steel bars to Lori, and then walked to Bruce: "Do you want to be a detective? I can teach you, by the way, the killing of your parents is not a robbery accident. "
The boy under the light turned his head instantly, his eyes were shocked, and he stared at the man's face, "How did you know?"
"Evidence and clues, and then reason, kid." Su Ming hooked his finger at him and motioned for the boy to follow. He walked to a dark place in the alley and pointed to his feet: "Look here, what do you see?"
Standing up again, Bruce looked at the corpses of his parents, their hands still being pulled together, facing the spray of blood, he vowed to find the culprit for them.
The fiery thoughts provided him with strength. He thought that maybe he would never cry again in this life, because as long as he knew the truth of everything, then logic would make everything understandable.
And understandable things will make people calm down automatically.
He took swaying steps and followed the strange man. He didn't even know the other's name, or even if that face was true or false, but he felt that this was not a bad person.
Looking along where the man pointed, the darkness made all traces inconspicuous. Bruce's subconscious action was to squint his eyes, as if it could gather light.
But the man in the black trench coat took out a flashlight and let him light it.
The corners of his mouth bend down unnaturally, and he can’t take out the flashlight, really...
The place where the death knell is pointing is a raised part of the wall, the chimney of a nearby house. If someone is hiding behind these bricks, plus it is in a dark place, then people who walk in from the alley will not notice it at all, but because of the street light. For this reason, people hiding here can see the faces of those who come.
There are a total of seven stomp cigarette butts on the ground, and half a box of matches.
There are some black marks on the wall, which were left by the murderer who buckled his leg and kicked his foot on the wall many times after he stepped on the cigarette butt.
No matter who that person is, he waited here for so long that he was impatient.
At this time, Bruce had a strong feeling that the man beside him was right. This was not a failure of the robbery, but a deliberate ambush.
"Should I tell the police?" Bruce took a deep breath. In the cold night, he only felt his back soaked with sweat.
"The police in Gotham are unreliable except for a little policeman named Gordon." The death knell picked up the matchbox from the ground and gently placed it in Bruce's hand: "Give the evidence to them, then this case It will never be broken, you know what I mean, you as the heir to the Wayne family."
The young man nodded silently. Of course he understood that although a teenager is still in the category of adolescents, the aristocratic education received by rich people is enough to give him a mature mind.
He looked down at the matchbox. It said "Ma Long", a word that seemed to be a name, and there were some illegible handwritings, as if it was "Call me if you want to make a fortune, 555-2323...". The numbers are blurred, leaving stains left by the gloves after rubbing them.
The criminal wore gloves, he was prepared, and this further verified the claim of deliberate murder.
"Then what should I do? Can you give me some advice?" He put away the matchbox with Malone written on it, carefully placed it in his breast pocket, and looked up at the man aside.
"First of all, as a detective, you have to keep the good habit of smoking, drinking and burning your head." Su Ming put a finger up and instilled traditional dark thoughts into Bruce: "Secondly, you now have two ways to go, one It is to make yourself super dark, which can bring fear to others, and the other is to become super rich. Everything from rich to humans can hardly trouble you."
When Bruce becomes darker, he becomes stronger, and the darker he becomes, the stronger he becomes.
And money can make ghosts sway, come up with a big price to offer a reward, and even if the money is so large that it can shock the whole country, the Justice Society of America can not help but be moved, and the heroes of the older generation will also come to help.
But the little boy just nodded silently and returned to his parents. He has made up his mind...
Only a child makes a choice, he wants it all!
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At the other end of the timeline, the old Batman came out of the toilet. He seemed to have washed his face with water, at least he seemed calmer.
But Bobo keenly smelled the smoke in the air. It was a brand different from the Wilson cigarettes usually smoked in the death knell. And in the dim room, the light of the display screen made the bathroom float out of those brands. The smoke is particularly conspicuous.
"You smoke?" Bobo had an unbelievable expression on his face.
As we all know, Batman can be said to be a representative of self-restraint. He stays away from any addictive items. Even when wearing Batman uniform, he can refuse Catwoman's appeal. He is so determined.
The old man glanced at the orangutan inexplicably, and then lay back on the sofa: "You are also a detective, don't you even know that a detective has to smoke and drink to burn his head? This was taught to me by that person sixty years ago.. ...."
After speaking, there was a trace of nostalgia in Bruce's eyes, and he took out a bottle of wine from the back of the sofa, took a big gulp against him, wiped his mouth slowly, and saw that he was an old drunkard.
And he really burned his head after he entered the bathroom just now! That gray hair is curled up!
Popo and Barry glanced at each other, Xiao Shi nodded silently, this is the change after the timeline has been revised, it is obvious.
The death knell should be a success, he even left a hint to himself and others by changing Batman.
But Barbara, who was chatting with Wonder Woman, was a bit inexplicable. She asked Diana from another world:
"You are from a parallel world, don't your Batman smoke? I remember my father told me that every time he lights up the bat light at the top of the police station building, Batman will always smoke from the dark very quickly When they come out, in their free time, the two will also exchange the choice of tobacco and the taste of lighters."
The corners of Xiao Dai's mouth twitched, and she smiled awkwardly, her nose wrinkled cutely, she really didn't know how to answer.
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