American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

Hey, you don't have to be so blunt.

At the same time, a faint smile appeared on Cassandra's lips, as if she were agreeing with Harvey Dent's point of view.

Wang Baixi's face darkened. "Whatever makes you happy."

"In short, I believe that this kind of person will not stand on the same side as the Riddler, so I can confidently hand over the intelligence to you."

"Alright, I've finally passed your test. Now, let's get back to the point: how did you know the riddle teller was in the Middle East?"

"Because of my face!"

"Your face?"

“Yes, at first I just thought someone had healed my face, that’s all, but after thinking about it carefully,” Harvey looked up at Wang Baixi, “there is only one place in the world that can actually regenerate facial tissue that has been burned to that extent, and that is the Lazarus Pool of the Assassin’s Guild.”

“In recent years, some people have indeed extracted some pool water from the ‘holy sites’ in the Middle East, either to resell or for their own use. This batch of pool water was also recently transferred to Gotham. The person who handled it used an alias, but I was able to trace the ship number of one of the transport ships.”

"The ship stopped at Metropolitan Harbor en route before heading to Gotham, which happened to be the week the Joker tried to blow up Gotham."

"You know, his weapons of mass destruction came from the Middle East."

"Shortly after that, the Riddler escaped police control and boarded another cargo ship that had departed from the Middle East."

Harvey tossed a coin at Wang Baixi, saying, "This is no longer a coincidence; it's two ropes on the same net."

Wang Baixi caught the coin, opened his palm, and glanced at it. Heads.

It sounds a bit complicated... But in short, the Riddler is very likely in the Middle East, and what is he doing there? Most likely it's related to Batman, or maybe it's related to the Pool of Lazarus.

“Okay, Harvey, I understand everything you’ve said. But there’s still one question.” Wang Baixi looked up, “What was the name of the person who cured you?”

“He didn’t give his real name; I only remember a code name.” Harvey squinted. “He had people call him ‘Silence.’”

Chapter 111 This is a Death Order

Wang Baixi returned the coin to Harvey. "So, what do you plan to do now?"

Harvey took the coin. "I intend to continue doing what I've always done. But I won't cooperate with you. I've never liked teaming up with others. I didn't like it when I was in the prosecutor's office, and I like it even less now."

Is he unwilling to team up, or has he been heartbroken? Shouldn't he, Gordon, and Batman have been Gotham's trident in its early days?

However, seeing that Harvey's tone left no room for negotiation, Wang Baixi decided not to cause any more trouble and simply said, "Understood."

“Furthermore, I don’t want you to tell anyone about my whereabouts. Not Gordon, not Batman, not even those two young men with you.” Harvey’s gaze shifted from Wang Baixi to Kelvin and Cassandra, then back again. “If you tell me, I’ll find out. And you should know my attitude towards those who break their promises.”

"You call that a threat?" Wang Baixi raised his eyebrows, finding it somewhat amusing.

"It's a reminder."

"Alright. Can we send someone to investigate the Riddler?"

“Sure, but the Riddler isn’t in Gotham. Whether your men come back alive after they go to the Middle East is none of my business.” Harvey put his hands in his jacket pockets, turned his back to them, and walked toward the other exit of the factory. “We’ll part ways here.”

Farewell.

"If you need my help, you'll find me. If not, just pretend you never saw me tonight."

After saying that, his figure disappeared behind the reactor base.

All that remained in the chemical plant was the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the dilapidated tin roof.

Kelvin asked, puzzled, "Are we just going to let him go like that?"

"If I don't let him go, am I going to treat you to dinner? Let's go." Wang Baixi walked back the way he came.

"Shall we head straight to the Middle East now?" Kelvin followed in his footsteps.

“Kelvin, have you forgotten that we already have a legendary investigator, Mr. Bruce Wayne, who is standing in the Middle East right now?” Wang Baixi pushed open the factory gate. The limousine was still parked at the entrance, and Lark was leaning against the hood smoking.

When Lark saw them come out, he immediately put out his cigarette. "Emperor Penguin, did you catch the person you wanted?"

“We don’t need to arrest him anymore.” Wang Baixi opened the car door, sat in the back seat, took out a communicator from his pocket, and dialed Tim’s encrypted channel.

“Tim, I am the King. I have seen Harvey Dent,” Wang Baixi said softly.

"Two-Face?" Tim's voice was filled with surprise.

“There’s no ‘two-faced’ person, just a ‘human.’ His face has been healed; I’ll tell you the details later. He gave me some information: the Riddler is likely in the Middle East. Also, he mentioned someone codenamed ‘Silence,’ who arranged his facial reconstruction surgery. Could you check if there are any related records in the Batcave’s database?”

"Silence" is a comic book in the Batman series. Unfortunately, Wang Baixi had only heard of it but never read it. However, he vaguely remembered that the content of this comic seemed to involve Jason Todd, which meant that the timeline of this universe was rushing forward at high speed, all the way to the 21st century in the comic.

"Silence... I've got it. As for the Middle East, I'll contact Bruce as soon as I get out of school."

"Honestly, is it really necessary for us to go to this school?"

“I thought Chinese people would value compulsory education more,” Tim said from the other end of the line. “That’s all for now, I still have a physics class.”

……

Time flew by in the midst of their busy schedules. Kelvin was sent by Wang Baixi to take inventory of the existing amber gold stock at the various court locations.

These glittering gold items are key resources for the court to maintain its operation. Now that the court is leaderless, Wang Baixi must seize control of the flow of amber gold before the remaining forces can react.

Meanwhile, Zatana and Cassandra helped Wang Baixi organize the intelligence they had gathered over the past few days after returning to the Bat Cave.

Inside the Batcave, the main screen of the Batcomputer switched to Bruce Wayne's encrypted communication channel.

After multiple hops and satellite relays, the video signal became unstable. In the video, Bruce was sitting in a simple mud-brick house, with a kerosene lamp hanging on the background wall, its flame flickering in the draft.

It seems this guy couldn't book a five-star hotel.

In addition, he looked extremely tired, with dark shadows under his eyes and chapped lips.

"Bruce, how long has it been since you slept?" Wang Baixi leaned towards the communicator, carefully observing the screen.

"That's not important. Let's talk about the situation in Gotham first."

Wang Baixi reported on the three events in turn: Lincoln March's attack and hospitalization, Harvey Dent's reappearance after his face healed, and the Riddler's possible hiding in the Middle East. Bruce listened to the report without interrupting, and only after Wang Baixi finished speaking did he slowly exhale to hide his surprise.

Some people are injured, and some people are healed.

Some disappear, some return.

"Harvey's face has been healed?"

“Absolutely true. And his purpose in returning to Gotham is not to harm you, but to track down the Riddler.”

Bruce remained silent for a long time. "How serious are Lincoln March's injuries?"

“Your good friend Thomas Elliott performed the surgery on him himself, and it will take at least two days for him to regain consciousness.”

“Thomas…” Bruce was silent for a few more seconds.

“Bruce, you don’t look right. Is there anything you want to say to us?” Zatana asked worriedly.

She noticed that his breathing had quickened slightly.

“Jason Todd is missing,” Bruce said in a low voice. “His grave is empty.”

Wang Baixi's heart sank. He leaned back in his seat and remained silent for a long while.

"...Empty? Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely right."

"..." After a moment of silence, Wang Baixi rallied, "Then I'm giving you a death order: regardless of whether you can find him or not, you must return to Gotham within two days!"

He needs to be recharged with mana.

“I will do my best.” Bruce’s eyes lit up again.

"That stubborn mule," Wang Baixi cursed inwardly, then sighed and said, "Bruce, you have to listen to me. This is no joke."

Nothing was happening in the scene, but the sound of the wind in the background seemed to have gotten louder.

Just then, Zatana suddenly spoke again.

"Bruce, do you have any of Jason's belongings? Anything he ever carried with him will do. Clothes, weapons, notebooks, preferably with his personal markings."

What do you need the belongings for?

“I can use tracking magic to pinpoint the approximate location of his remains. As long as the connection between the relic and his soul is strong enough, it is theoretically possible to lock onto the target across geographical distances,” Zatana explained. “Of course, the Middle East is too far from here for me to accomplish alone, so I will need the King’s help.”

“I’m fine,” Wang Baixi echoed.

Although he didn't know what he could do, he figured he could call himself a mage for the time being, and he could just provide some magical assistance.

“Everything’s at Gotham Cemetery. Under his cenotaph lies a set of civilian clothes, a watch, and a book I gave him.” After a moment, Bruce’s hoarse voice came through the loudspeaker, “If that’s not enough, I’ll send someone to find something else. Thank you, Zuckerberg.”

Tim, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "Anyway, Bruce, good luck. By the way, the League of Assassins might be a good lead. Since Harvey Dent said that the waters of Lazarus Pool are related to this matter, the League of Assassins might know something about it."

Bruce looked up. He wasn't surprised by the Pool of Lazarus; clearly, he had considered it while searching for Jason's body.

In other words, Jason might have been resurrected as well?

When this possibility arose in his mind, he was filled with hope, yet found it hard to imagine.

Wang Baixi also said, "And you might find the Riddler over there."

Or find his "child".

Of course, he wasn't just talking about Jason Todd, but also... Damian Wayne.

“I will do my best within two days,” Bruce repeated, before the communication ended.

Chapter 112 No Remains

Dusk at Gotham Cemetery.

Wang Baixi stood before Jason Todd's cenotaph. The inscription on the tombstone was very simple, with no birth or death dates, no epitaph, only one line:

“A friend.”

a friend.

Yes, that's Bruce Wayne. He can't stand his own failure, or rather, he can't stand watching Jason die in front of him because of his failure. It would be painful for him to remember it all, a pain that even he can hardly bear.