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"Help!!!"

"what?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly took two steps back and plunged headfirst into the underground river behind him.

The tall, dark green figure tumbled in the murky sewage and disappeared, leaving only ripples spreading across the river and a few clumps of churned silt.

The air in the cave suddenly became still.

Wang Baixi looked at the underground river in surprise. "Well, the good news is that our lives are safe. The bad news is that he just left like that, without even a thank you."

Could it be that he only resurrected the "non-human" part of Killer Croc?

“Your spell succeeded, which means his death may not be related to Dick, but the problem is, we didn’t find Dick here… No, my head is about to explode, I need to think this through.” Tim sheathed his short stick, his brow furrowed deeply.

“It’s nothing,” Tim said, squatting down again to pick up a fragment of scale and put it into the evidence bag. He then pulled a palm-sized display screen from his pocket. “I just stuck a waterproof miniature tracker on his back while he was rolling over.”

Tim swiped the touchpad on the screen a few times, and a green dot lit up on the screen, moving southeast at a fairly fast speed along the course of the underground river.

"Good job, kid." Wang Baixi leaned over to take a look at the screen, then looked to the other side, in the direction the trail of blood extended. "So what do we do now? Retreat where we are? I think that's a good idea!"

Tim didn't answer immediately. He put away the display screen, took a grappling hook gun from his backpack, and tossed it to Wang Baixi.

"Take this; the road ahead may not be easy."

"No, you're just making that decision for me? You want to go further?"

"Yes, and your role is truly invaluable. Your Majesty!! Are you really going to leave us at a time like this?"

Tim winked at Wang Baixi, while Cassandra stared blankly at the two men locked in this stalemate. After a long silence, Wang Baixi finally sighed in resignation:

"Alright, you two brats. I'm doing this for your guardians' sake. But let's make this clear first: if anything happens, my safety must be your top priority!"

Didn't I give you a weapon?

"Oh, right! Why are you giving me a gun? I don't know how to use it!"

“My lord, this is a grappling hook gun, not a pistol. You just need to hook onto something, fire, and pray your arm doesn’t dislocate.”

"...Then I might as well have a pistol."

But Wang Baixi still took the grappling hook gun, and like Tim, fixed it to his wrist. Then he took a step and walked with them in the direction of the bloodstains.

Chapter Eighteen: The Owl Court, Sentencing You to Death

Wang Baixi followed behind them, fiddling with the grappling hook gun that Tim had given him as he walked.

The gun was much lighter than he had imagined, so he turned it over and over to examine it several times.

Is this Batman's amazing gadget?

"Your Majesty," Tim called out to him without turning his head.

"what?"

"Be careful, that gun costs a lot of money. It's about three years' salary for a normal person."

Wang Baixi hurriedly and clumsily scooped it into his arms, his movements so exaggerated that it resembled Zhao Zilong catching Liu Adou.

Cassandra glanced back at him, and a flicker of something unexpected appeared on her otherwise expressionless face…

Well, Wang Baixi wasn't sure if she was mocking her, because the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly, but then again, it didn't.

"Three years' salary?" Wang Baixi held the grappling hook gun up to his eyes and examined it again. "What's inside? Golden gears?"

"The ropes here are woven from ultra-thermal micro-nano materials, and the tensile strength of a single fiber is more than fifty times that of a steel wire of the same diameter," Tim said in the tone of a science program host. "Simply put, this rope can support at least two adults like Batman."

Wang Baixi was quite surprised after hearing this, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Really? According to this, even the people from MythBusters and I Love Invention couldn't make something of this standard."

“We were able to build it because we have Lucius Fox,” Tim said with a hint of youthful triumph. “By the way, the MythBusters you mentioned earlier is that Discovery Channel show, right? The things they verified aren’t even beginner level in the Batcave.”

"You even have to put down science programs, do you have such a strong sense of superiority?"

Tim smiled slightly and ended the conversation. Cassandra, walking in front, showed little interest in their discussion.

The three continued deeper into the area following the blood trail left by the killer crocodile. A tributary of this underground river carved a natural corridor into the rock wall. The stone walls on both sides became higher and narrower, eventually turning into a crack that could only allow one person to pass sideways.

As Tim squeezed through sideways, his backpack got stuck. Wang Baixi pushed him from behind, but the push was too strong and Tim stumbled several steps.

"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well."

"It's okay, just don't treat me like you treat cockroaches."

"Don't worry, you are definitely not that nasty species called a cockroach."

"Actually, cockroaches are not a species, but an order, Blattodea."

"Wait, didn't Batman teach you how to speak properly?" Wang Baixi looked at Tim with a bit of annoyance.

Before long, they reached the end.

The end of the crack was perplexing: to their surprise, it was a door.

Moreover, it's a genuine double wooden door!

The door frame is carved from white marble, and the door panels are inlaid with intricate geometric patterns.

"what is this?"

Tim stopped in front of the door without pushing it open immediately. His gaze swept from the door frame to the door panel, and then from the door panel to the mosaic-patterned walkway on the floor.

Something's not right.

“Something’s not right?” Wang Baixi asked.

“Nothing feels right. We’re probably on the third level of Gotham’s underground drainage system, which was abandoned in the 1930s. The map marks it as a sinkhole flooded by groundwater. But the craftsmanship of this door…” He pointed to the marble relief on the door frame, “This style was used in the mid-19th century in the mansions of the upper class. It was very expensive and completely unsuitable for installation in the sewers.”

Cassandra walked to the door, pressed the back of her hand against the gap in the door panel, successfully felt the airflow, and then turned back to the two of them to sign language.

"What did she say?" Wang Baixi asked.

“She said there was airflow behind the door, which means the space is quite large,” Tim translated, then placed his hand on the door panel. “Let’s go in and take a look, but be careful. There are only two possibilities for this kind of decor in a place like this: either it’s the secret club of some rich lunatic, or it’s the secret tomb of some rich lunatic. I’m not sure which is worse.”

Then, without saying a word, he pushed open the door.

The space behind the door was larger than the three of them had expected.

The first thing that caught their eye was a circular hall, about fifteen meters in diameter, with the highest point of the dome at least five meters above the ground.

The ground was covered with marble tiles, and in the center stood a dried-up fountain. The base of the fountain was carved with intertwined owls and vines, and the owls' eyes reflected the fluorescent light under the beam of a flashlight.

The most creepy thing is the wall.

Dozens of floor-length mirrors are densely hung on the circular wall, each mirror is set in a wooden frame, and the frame is decorated with the same owl pattern as the fountain base.

The mirrors were separated by less than half a meter of space, and their surfaces reflected each other under the flashlight beam, creating an endless series of images of the fountain in the center of the hall.

Wang Baixi followed Tim and Cassandra around to the other side of the fountain, but his gaze remained fixed on the mirrors. The reflections in the mirrors moved with them.

This is normal. The problem is that he always feels like there's something in the mirror turning around with him, and turning around a fraction of a second slower than he does.

[Aura of a high-ranking undead detected!]

[Experience points +80]

Current experience points: 347/800

"Damn, there are dead people here," Wang Baixi exclaimed.

Tim turned to him, about to ask a question, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the mirror in front of him.

In the hall where all the mirrors were intact, only this one mirror had a tiny crack in the lower right corner.

The next second, the mirror shattered completely.

The shards of glass tumbled through the air, reflecting the flashlight beam and creating a blinding haze.

In the very center of the light mist, a black figure was charging forward.

A dark figure burst out from the mirror frame!

He braced his right foot against the bottom edge of the mirror frame, while his left foot was already on the marble floor of the hall, his whole body leaning forward in an attacking sprint posture.

Wang Baixi and the others stared intently:

The newcomer was burly and wore a dark, form-fitting suit of armor, the surface of which was covered with dark patterns that extended along the lines of his muscles.

He wore an owl-shaped headgear with gilded horns forming the outline of an owl's beak, and a pair of luminous blue round lenses were embedded in the deep-set eye sockets.

At the same time, a brown leather armor belt was slung across his chest, with several silver-bladed short swords attached to it. He also appeared to be carrying a long sword on his back.

"Be careful!!"

The opponent drew a long sword from behind and lunged at Tim.

Tim was already backing away the moment the figure burst out of the mirror frame.

He took a half step back with his right foot to steady himself, while crossing his arms to protect his face.

So when the opponent's longsword came down, the collision only occurred between Tim's arm armor and the opponent's longsword, but the impact still knocked him back three or four steps.

However, he used the momentum to roll backward, dissipating the impact, and in the process of rolling, he had already pulled out two short batons used for combat.

"Your Majesty, is your magic working?!" Tim shouted, turning back to the creature. "What on earth is that?"

Regardless of who the other party is, one thing is certain: he is the enemy!

"To be honest, it's useless right now." Wang Baixi took two steps back. He knew very well that he was not even glass, let alone a glass cannon.

Meanwhile, Cassandra had already cut into the battlefield from the flank.

She was still on the left side of the fountain, and the next second she was standing next to the man. Her right leg drew an arc in the air, her calf whipping out like a whip, her heel striking precisely at the side of his neck.

The guy wearing the owl mask took the kick with the armor on the outside of his left arm, but his body was still pushed half a meter to the side.

But he didn't fall. Instead, he spun half a circle as he shifted, and swung his right-hand metal sword toward Cassandra's abdomen.

Cassandra bent her knees and leaned her upper body backward.

The long knife slashed less than two centimeters above her face, but in that brief moment of attack, she completed a back handspring to land, then crouched down, creating a distance of three meters between herself and her opponent.

Her expression remained calm, but the look in her eyes as she stared at the man had changed. She conveyed two words to Tim using sign language: