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

Tim laughed and said, "Your Majesty, she doesn't seem to like you."

“To be precise, it’s us,” Barbara added, drawing a circle between Tim and Wang Baixi with her finger. “She’s a little nicer to me, but only to the point of ‘not treating me as an enemy.’ As for you two, you’re probably in her category of people she needs to keep her distance from.”

“It’s worth mentioning that she’s very skilled in martial arts, so if you can’t continue communicating with her, then forget it,” Barbara added, her words laced with genuine admiration. “That night, a group of gangsters chased her all the way to the vicinity of the clock tower. I was operating the system, and she took down all five of them in three moves by herself. That made me decide to take her in.”

"Take her in?" Wang Baixi's attention was drawn to this word. "Where does she live? Does she live in the Bell Tower area?"

"For now, this is the only option."

Wang Baixi imagined a little girl living on the top floor of a clock tower, surrounded by a bunch of servers, and thought that the child's childhood must have been complicated.

But before he could express his thoughts, Cassandra suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the display screen behind Barbara.

The computer has finished loading.

Barbara looked in the direction she was pointing, quickly scanned the fluctuating data streams, then turned to face everyone, her voice a full tone lower than before.

"It appears that before Dick's signal disappeared, the dock's surveillance cameras captured him exchanging fire with at least six people. They used military-grade electronic jamming equipment to cut off his communications and force him into Warehouse Number Three. There's an abandoned smuggling tunnel underground in Warehouse Number Three; he may have gone into there, and then the signal disappeared."

“If I remember correctly, that passage leads straight underground,” Tim asked.

"Yes, it's from the Prohibition era."

After listening to their conversation, Cassandra quickly made a series of gestures in sign language. Her fingers moved so fast that Wang Baixi couldn't see what she was gesturing at all, but Barbara, with her photographic memory, clearly understood.

“She said she wanted to join in,” Barbara translated, then frowned at Cassandra, “but she wanted to confirm one thing first…”

Cassandra then made two more sign language gestures, the movements so concise they resembled two cuts made in the air with a knife.

She asked, "Are you really with Batman?"

“Cassandra, I can assure you: they are absolutely trustworthy partners, but whether you can join them depends on them.” Barbara turned her gaze to Tim. “What do you think, Tim?”

Tim paused for two seconds, then turned his gaze to Wang Baixi, a slightly probing smile playing on his lips.

What do you think, King?

"Me..."

Wang Baixi was about to say something to brush it off when, in that brief moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hazy memory in his mind.

I remember now, I remember everything!

Cassandra Cain, the daughter of David Cain and Lady Shiva, was raised as the ultimate weapon from a young age. She cannot speak because her biological father and biological mother never taught her language, so she can only read and express herself through gestures!

She is the strongest fighter in the Batman series, bar none, and she also served as Batgirl for a period of time.

Most importantly, she is an upright person, a true hero!

His character is absolutely impeccable.

In an instant, Wang Baixi's lips slowly curled up. He took a step forward and walked up to Cassandra. Because of the recovery of his memories, he suddenly felt more confident, so he reached out and tried to touch her head.

"Let her come along."

Cassandra's hair was much softer than he had imagined, but the moment it touched his fingers, she froze as if she had been electrocuted.

She got furious!

It wasn't a metaphor, it was literally a complete outburst! Cassandra suddenly jumped back a step, lowering her center of gravity to assume a standard fighting stance, seemingly ready to pounce and scratch his face at any moment.

"..."

Chapter Sixteen: What's in the Underground World?

Half an hour later, at Adams Pier.

"So we're going to go into the sewers later? Will I see Mario?"

Wang Baixi stood at the entrance of the warehouse, staring at the iron gate with a look of utter despair.

When a complex smell of rust and dead fish hit him, he immediately regretted standing downwind.

"It's not a sewer, it's a smuggling route from the Prohibition era," Tim Drake said, squatting down to examine the scratches on the door frame without looking up.

Then, Tim stood up, put the tablet into his backpack, and took a palm-sized, high-powered flashlight from his belt and handed it to him.

Cassandra was already standing inside.

When did she go in? Wang Baixi had no idea.

The girl moves like a hajime hunting in the dark; you only realize she's there when she stops.

To be honest, he was somewhat afraid of this quiet little girl...

"Alright, alright, let's just treat this underground adventure as a life experience." Wang Baixi took the flashlight and followed them inside with a stiff expression.

There was no one around the warehouse at the moment, so they quickly sprang into action. Led by Tim, they found the entrance to the passageway inside the warehouse and, without further ado, crawled inside...

……

In fact, the passageway was much more spacious than Wang Baixi had imagined, enough for him to stand up straight without any worries.

The walls on both sides are made of dark red old bricks, and at intervals you can see iron wall lamp holders. Of course, the lamps are no longer usable, and only some rusted, dark brown metal fragments remain.

“From 1920 to 1933, the United States began to implement Prohibition,” Tim said, walking at the front and beginning to act as a guide for the two Asians. “But as everyone knows, Gotham’s wealthy people would not give up the opportunity to make money just because of a law. The Wayne family, the Elliott family, and the Cobblepot family at the time, joined forces to build these underground tunnels for smuggling whiskey. Of course, these tunnels were nominally part of the city’s drainage system.”

"The Wayne family?" Wang Baixi asked, covering half his face with his sleeve. "They did it too?"

"Yes."

"Sigh, what a terrible business family, those evil capitalists," Wang Baixi muttered.

“You have no right to say that, after all, you just dug their ancestors out of the ground.”

Wang Baixi was about to retort when he suddenly felt himself step on something.

He looked down and saw the body of a dead rat lying in the circle of light from his flashlight.

The mouse's body was so shriveled that it looked as if all the moisture had been drained, and its upright, four-legged posture was as stiff as a small fossil.

[Residual consciousness of a non-human, inanimate object detected]

[Should I activate the Deathrattle?]

Wang Baixi stared at the prompts on the panel for two seconds, then looked up at Tim and Cassandra who were continuing to walk forward, deciding not to tell them that he was chatting with the dead rat.

[Deathrattle triggered]

"Squeak squeak squeak... So many feet... So many feet walking over there... Squeak squeak squeak... Light... Such blinding light... Squeak squeak squeak... Fighting... Two big ones are fighting... Squeak squeak squeak..."

[Experience points +2]

Current experience points: 97/800

fight?

“Tim,” Wang Baixi called to the boy walking ahead, “this rat saw something before it died.”

Tim immediately turned back and squatted down next to the dead rat.

What did it see?

"Its fragments of consciousness were very vague; after all, a rat's brain can't hold too much information. But it mentioned 'many feet walking over it' and 'two big ones fighting'."

“Two big ones? Are they human?” Tim stood up and shone his flashlight across the ceiling of the corridor. “If Dick had a fight with someone here, we should be able to find traces. Cassandra, you go to the left, I’ll go to the right. Look for recent scratches, bullet holes, bloodstains, anything that doesn’t belong to this era on the walls or the floor.”

Cassandra didn't speak, but simply nodded, and immediately disappeared into the darkness on the left side of the passage like a shadow.

Wang Baixi felt he should do something, but he had neither the observation skills of a detective nor the skills of an assassin, so he chose to take a few more steps forward and shine his flashlight on the ground to see if there were any more dead rats.

He walked less than ten meters before discovering three more bodies.

One of the skeletons was that of a pigeon, with feathers still stuck to the bones, suggesting it had fallen through a ventilation shaft and died.

The two bodies were cockroach corpses. The cause of death was unknown, but the bodies were still fresh, at least fresher than the rat from before.

[Deathrattle triggered]

"Flying... I'm tired of flying... I want to find a place to rest... It's so dark... Such a deep hole... I'm falling... I'm falling so deep... My wings... My wings are broken... Squeak squeak squeak... No, I'm not a mouse..."

"You are certainly not a mouse, poor pigeon."

[Experience points +3]

[Deathrattle triggered]

"Run! Run ...

"Oh, poor child."

[Experience points +1]

[Deathrattle triggered]

"That big guy is here again... that grayish-green thing... it stinks... hide, hide..."

[Experience points +1]

Current experience points: 102/800

"Green things? What green things could there be in this place? Shrek?" Wang Baixi muttered to himself subconsciously.

However, cockroaches are generally less sensitive to green light, so the green they see may be different from the green that humans see.

Just then, Tim's voice came from behind him: "Your Majesty, what are you muttering to yourself over there?"

“I was talking to a cockroach,” Wang Baixi said, standing up and casually tossing the dead cockroach in his hand into the nearby drain. “This cockroach said it saw a big green thing before it died, and it smelled really bad.”

Did it say what it was?

“No. Tim, you know: what a cockroach sees as ‘big’ is different from what a human sees as ‘big.’ To a cockroach, even a tortoise is a giant.”

Tim then began to ponder.

Sewers... green... behemoth...

Just then, he thought of something.

"Could it be a killer crocodile?"

Killer Croc, whose real name is Wellen Jones, is the most notorious resident of Gotham's sewers. He was originally an ordinary human suffering from an atavistic disease, with skin covered in scales and a size far exceeding that of ordinary people. After growing up, he was tricked into becoming a freak show performer by a circus, and eventually transformed into a monster that everyone feared.