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

Although it was a bit of a waste of mana, he unexpectedly found it very relaxing!

Yes, this is Gotham, a place with living madmen, dead madmen, and potential madmen.

Chapter Twelve: In Gotham, Just Out of the Police Station

Not everyone is fortunate enough to witness Gotham at three in the morning. At this time, Gotham is damp, cold, shrouded in thick fog, and deathly silent. Even Wang Baixi, during the ten-odd days he was guarding the cemetery, rarely stayed up that late.

But today was different. He was busy until late at night to upgrade his gear, so much so that he was starving.

He finally gave up on his decision to continue bullying the insects because he found that the rate at which he gained experience points was diminishing.

Therefore, for him, the most important thing now is to replenish his physical strength.

Anyway, give him a few more days, and his mana should be fully restored. At that time, he can not only recharge Joshua, but also revive Batman.

That said, if he can't find a way to keep Batman alive and kicking without external magical aids, then it seems he won't be able to leave Gotham? But given the Wayne family's wealth and Batman's own mobility, he should be able to fly around the world...

Lost in thought, he stepped into the hotel elevator, his gaze sweeping over the dense array of floor buttons before pressing the bottom one, "1".

"It seems like the hotel lobby on the first floor offers breakfast," Wang Baixi thought.

However, 5 o'clock is too early, and it's uncertain whether anyone will be diligently on duty. If he can't have a big meal now, he'll have to find a place to eat at the 24-hour convenience store next door.

As he expected, very few people were still awake at this hour. When Wang Baixi arrived on the first floor, the entire lobby was empty, and the hotel reception staff were all fast asleep.

It seems that Wayne Group has not firmly upheld its capitalist beliefs in this regard, which greatly disappointed Wang Baixi.

He didn't wake the poor receptionist, but instead wrapped his coat tighter around himself and walked out of the hotel. He immediately spotted the "Denny's" across the street, which was still open. He glanced around to make sure there were no cars, then went over and ordered some hot pancakes and coffee from the clerk.

He hadn't been sleeping well for the past few days, so he simply gave up on sleeping altogether.

Just as he was about to leave the convenience store with his purchases, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

[Aura of a mid-level deceased detected!]

[Experience points +20!]

"What the hell?"

This is a question in the literal sense!

Wang Baixi looked around anxiously, scanning the entire street and even glancing back at the tired-looking shop assistant, but he found nothing amiss.

Since acquiring this cheat ability, he's only gained experience points by sensing the presence of the dead during Bruce Wayne's burial...

This clearly indicates that there must be a dead person nearby!

"What is that? A zombie? An undead? Wait, it's...!"

Wang Baixi's gaze finally settled on the towering rooftop of the Wayne Hotel.

In the thick fog, the silhouette of a black figure was faintly visible. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the neighborhood. Even from thirty stories away, Wang Baixi could clearly feel the cold, emotionless glint in his eyes.

That's the look a predator gives its prey, the look he gives a cockroach.

No, at least I'm not his prey.

The figure seemed to sense his gaze and tilted its head slightly. The next second, it made a movement: it seemed to pick up something from beside it, and then resolutely chose to move forward.

The thing fell straight down from the roof.

Wang Baixi subconsciously took a half step back. When he looked up again, the rooftop was empty, as if everything just now was an illusion created by the thick fog.

But that wasn't an illusion.

A dull thud exploded in front of him, like a plastic bag full of water crashing onto the concrete ground from the height of a thirty-story building.

Warm liquid and shredded tissue splattered onto his trouser legs, onto the paper bag of hot muffins in his hand, and onto the clean sidewalk in front of Denny's convenience store.

Wang Baixi stood frozen in place, slowly lowering his head.

The corpse lay twisted on the ground in a horrific pose, its head unrecognizable, its flesh and bone fragments mixed together in a pool of deep red mud.

And in his mind, that cold, mechanical voice rang out once again.

[Low-level dead aura detected!]

[Experience points +5!]

……

"Um, Mr. Wang. Is there anything else you'd like to add?" The policewoman sitting in front of Wang Baixi woke him from his reverie.

A police station... This is my first time going in...

Wang Baixi paused for a moment, pulling himself out of his reverie. He tried to recall the name of the policeman in front of him. James Gordon? Oh no, Gordon was a man. Harvey Block? No, that was a man too. Oh, something seems to be coming…

“Oh, sorry, Officer Montoya. I was just thinking about something,” Wang Baixi said. “Anyway, I have nothing to add. The visibility was just too low.”

"It's alright, thank you for your cooperation." Montoya looked at Wang Baixi with sympathy. "Anyone would find it hard to recover from such a situation."

"Yes."

"Um, do you have a fixed address and phone number? We might be able to follow up with you later," Montoya continued.

"what?"

This is awkward. He came from the countryside, and after resigning from his job as a gravedigger, he doesn't have a fixed address. As for his phone number... he's currently unregistered, so it's best not to give it out. Let's just gloss over it for now.

But just as he was about to answer, a calm and experienced male voice came from the doorway of the interrogation room, interrupting Wang Baixi.

Wang Baixi and Montoya turned their heads at the same time.

Two men stood in the doorway. The one on the left wore a wrinkled trench coat, glasses perched on his nose, and his temples were already streaked with gray, but his eyes were so sharp they seemed to see right through you.

He is James Gordon, one of the few true police officers in the Gotham Police Department.

And the one on the right...

Wang Baixi was stunned.

It's Alfred Pennyworth!

“Mr. Pennyworth?” Wang Baixi blurted out instinctively.

How did he get here?

Alfred's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he said nothing, only nodding politely.

“Sheriff Gordon,” Montoya stood up, “this gentleman hasn’t…”

“Montoya,” Gordon waved his hand, “Mr. Wang is a friend of Mr. Pennyworth. Let him go once the statement is taken.”

Montoya glanced at Wang Baixi, then at Alfred, before finally closing the notebook in front of her.

"Okay, the statement has been taken."

Gordon nodded and stepped aside to make way for the doorway.

Alfred stepped forward and gestured for Wang Baixi to enter.

"Mr. Wang, we can go now. The car is outside."

Wang Baixi stood up and, as he passed Gordon, he heard the old sheriff lower his voice and say to Alfred, "Alfred, I feel the same way about Mr. Bruce."

Alfred paused slightly. "Thank you, Sheriff Gordon."

……

At this moment, the streets outside the police station were illuminated by the daylight, the thick fog had mostly dissipated, and Gotham revealed its true, gray face.

A black luxury car was parked on the side of the road. Alfred opened the door for the person in the back seat, but Wang Baixi went straight to the passenger seat, opened the door and got in.

He had some questions for Alfred; he had arrived too quickly, and perhaps what happened early this morning was related to her.

Alfred watched him get into the passenger seat, remained silent for a few seconds, said nothing, closed the back door, and got into the driver's seat.

Then, the car started and slowly drove out of the police station's parking lot.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Baixi broke the silence first, his mind still a mess. "I mean... how did you know I was at the police station?"

"Your room is a business suite registered under the Wayne Group. It wasn't difficult for the news to reach me." Alfred looked straight ahead, his voice flat. "Moreover, there was a murder at the entrance of the Wayne Hotel, and the witness was a young man of Asian appearance. It's hard not to guess that it was you, Mr. Wang."

That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all.

"Thank you for coming to rescue me," Wang Baixi said dryly.

"You're welcome."

The car then turned a corner and drove onto the main road leading to the outskirts of Gotham.

"Mr. Wang, that person on the rooftop last night...did you get a good look at him?"

“No, the police asked me that question too,” Wang Baixi answered truthfully. “The fog was too thick; I only saw a figure. He disappeared after throwing down the body. I couldn’t even see what color his clothes were.”

“Young Master Dick has disappeared,” Alfred said with a silent sigh, “just this morning.”

Chapter Thirteen: The Vanished Young Master

In the drawing room of Wayne Manor, Joshua Wayne was standing in front of the long table with a cup of black tea in his hand.

He was wearing a dark gray three-piece suit that Alfred had rushed to make overnight, and he looked at least ten years younger than he did yesterday.

Wang Baixi was brought here directly after being bailed out of the police station by Alfred.

Joshua glanced at him and smiled, "Your Majesty, you don't look well. Should I find you a doctor?"

"No need, I just need to eat something." Wang Baixi sat down on the sofa, then remembered his bag of hot pancakes splattered with some unknown liquid, his stomach churned and he gave up the idea of ​​eating. "Ahem, but you, Mr. Joshua, seem to be adapting quite well."

“Yes,” Joshua grinned, “I love the 21st century!”

“Mr. Joshua, Mr. Wang,” Alfred, who was standing at the door, spoke up at this moment, “I must formally inform you again: Young Master Dick left Wayne Manor early this morning and has not returned since, nor has he contacted us through any means of communication.”

Joshua raised an eyebrow. "You mean that young man named Dick is missing? He hasn't come back since he left the manor?"

“Yes. He usually returns to the manor before dawn to report on the night's patrols, but he didn't show up this morning. I tried to contact his communications equipment, and the last signal was heard near Adams Pier on the edge of the municipal district at around 3:20 a.m. After that, the signal dropped.”