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Chapter 145 This face seems familiar...

Back at the shop, Shen You finished his meal, took a relaxing hot shower, and then went straight to the laboratory. He quickly recorded the application data of the new skills he had acquired during the trip and reviewed and analyzed his performance in battle.

The more he studied it, the more he discovered that the mysteries of the Speed ​​Force were simply endless. If the Speed ​​Field were considered the Pacific Ocean, then he was currently only playing in the deep waters near the beach; there was still so much to explore and develop.

He stayed in the lab for half the night when he suddenly felt a buzzing vibration on the table.

The Blood Cult's Stone?

The followers of Sannomiya usually seem to be busy with their own things, and since they retrieved the stone, they have only held three meetings in total.

Shen You thought for a moment, then activated the stone using the method he had previously discovered, and his consciousness entered it.

It was still a dark space, in which four blurry silhouettes in black robes appeared, each occupying one of the four dark corners.

Unlike the first time he entered, Shen You participated in a higher-level meeting when he first obtained the stone, while the latter two were internal organizational meetings located within Gotham City.

From those two meetings, Shen You learned that the Blood Cult had three main branches within Gotham City. The person Shen You had taken down and was now replacing was a deacon of the southeastern branch. There were also two other branches in the west and north, and the other two people in the space were deacons of those two branches respectively.

The fourth person to appear here today is a bishop from a higher level, responsible for liaising with the three.

"Come to Midtown before the day after tomorrow and meet at the dock. I'll be waiting for you there," the bishop said succinctly.

The Western Deacon asked, "Is there any major movement within the organization?"

The bishop coldly replied, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. You will know what you need to know in time. Remember to come alone; even your right-hand men are not allowed to accompany you. Anyone who disobeys this order will become a sacrifice to the Lord."

"Received." x3

Shen You went upstairs to ask the old wizard if he had any impression of the Blood Cult. As a guardian of magic who was over nine thousand years old, he should have some experience with the methods of the Triple Palace followers.

When I went upstairs and opened the door, I saw the old wizard sitting in front of the computer, staring blankly at the desktop.

Shen You raised an eyebrow: "Did you close some interface when I came in?"

"No," the old man said firmly.

Shen You was somewhat suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he went straight to the point and brought up the matter of the Blood Cult.

"Wow, these people... indeed, their footprints are all over many dimensions." The old wizard stroked his beard and said, "Although they may obtain the power of evil gods, even if they are avatars of evil gods, they will be greatly reduced due to the dimensional barriers, and they can give even less to their believers."

So there's nothing to worry about in that regard; with your abilities, there's nothing you can't handle."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shen You, thinking to himself that it wouldn't be easy to find someone like you who couldn't be dealt with.

"Oh, by the way, if you want to infiltrate, there might be ways for the cultists to identify each other, so you have to be careful," the old wizard said. "The Blood Cult members all carry the mark of the Three Palaces, and when they are face to face, the marks will sense each other."

So if you want to impersonate a cultist, you'll have to go all out with your disguise.

The old wizard paused for a moment, then said, "If you need it, perhaps I can try to help, but I don't think you need it."

"Yes, thanks."

Shen You can solve the problem of the mark himself. He had already found a way to reproduce the characteristics of the Three Palaces' magic with the help of Raven to activate the stone. It shouldn't be too difficult for him to deceive others with a fake mark that has the same radiation frequency.

Just before leaving, Shen You vaguely noticed that the old wizard turned around and pounced on the computer again, opening a webpage and doing something else.

Their furtive behavior piqued Shen You's curiosity.

But the old man, who has only recently begun to engage with human technology, is clearly unaware of the sinful thing called "browsing history" that exists online.

Back in the lab, I checked the old wizard's browsing history and found that he had been surfing the internet intensively this week.

The 9,000-year-old man recently learned how to use the internet and discovered a highly intelligent search engine that integrates Wayne Enterprises' new natural language processing AI. Intrigued, he spends his days surfing the internet, asking the AI ​​search engine all sorts of strange questions.

Why does my pot keep exploding?

Which company makes the best Earth-themed cooking pot?

Why do some young women nowadays like to post pictures of themselves wearing revealing clothing?

The world is going to the dogs! This is morally reprehensible!

Is there any more? Please bring more.

Shen You: "."

Well, how should I put it?

As expected of a nine-thousand-year-old wizard, his adaptability is quite strong. At this rate, he'll likely be assimilated by the times very soon.

That evening, Shen You arrived at Gotham Port early.

As agreed, the three deacons of the Gotham District need to meet here. Before tomorrow, they are to go to Midtown together to see the bishop, the superior who will guide them.

This port had actually been abandoned many years ago, and it was deserted even during the day. The pitch-black night twisted into oppressive curves, as if drawing away the remaining life from the port.

Shen You was dressed in a black robe with a hood, and he had also changed his appearance. Because he was too lazy to think of a new look, he just used the face of Michael Williams, an agent of the Sky Eye Society.

Walking along the messy dock corridor, the filthy stench emanating from the mournful drains filled the air. An ominous musty smell permeated the atmosphere, as if the dilapidated planks of the dock were swaying beneath my feet, and every step felt like sinking into a loose diaphragm.

He actually seemed to be one of the first to arrive; when he reached the designated area, there was no one around. Rusty containers were neatly arranged on the right, and a thick, dark fog shrouded the port. An invisible pressure made it hard to breathe, and the deep, lightless shadows seemed to twist and writhe within them like a thousand demons.

And it was in this shadowy place that the second believer appeared.

He was dressed exactly like Shen You, a standard Blood Cult member, with a hood and black robe, looking mysterious. Most of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood.

However, Shen You activated his enhanced vision and could see through the shadow of the hood that the man was a rather burly, bald man. He had long, narrow eyes with a sinister and sharp gaze, and a well-defined jawline—a typical type that was not to be trifled with.

Originally, he only wanted to take a look at the face, but when Ultraman's gaze swept over it so casually, Shen You was even more surprised to find that the face was a bit strange.

It looks like a fake face?

Upon closer inspection, he was certain he hadn't misread it.

Simulated skin, artificial materials, some kind of human face mask. Even the bald head is fake; it's a latex hood, like those used in movies. Actually, beneath that hood is a thick head of black hair.

His gaze pierced through the disguise, revealing a fierce face with bright blue eyes and a strikingly handsome, well-defined profile.

Hmm, where have I seen this face before?

Shen You raised an eyebrow.

Bruce Wayne?

Isn't this just like Batman?

(End of this chapter)