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

“One,” Wang Baixi said in a low voice.

Cassandra started gesturing again.

Are you sad?

After brainstorming, Wang Baixi replied seriously, "Thank you, but I don't need water."

Cassandra: "..."

Then, a noisy voice came from the television on the wall of the nurses' station.

The news channel is interrupting with an urgent report, and the female anchor on screen is calmly reading it aloud:

"Breaking news from this station: Dick Grayson, the legal heir of former Wayne Group CEO Bruce Wayne, has been reported missing."

"Wayne Group's stock price opened 37 percent lower today, continuing to hit new all-time lows..."

Wang Baixi stared at the picture of Dick Grayson on the TV screen for a few seconds before looking away and returning to the flashing panel in his mind.

[Low-level dead aura detected]

[Experience points +10]

Current experience points: 362/800

Patients in the intensive care unit did not stop dying because of a breaking news report.

They might be suffering from organ failure, postoperative complications, or simply because they are too old. Within five minutes of the news report, two curves on the monitor disappeared.

However, Wang Baixi chose to turn around and walk towards the nurses' station.

That's not enough! He waited so long, and only so few people died!

A bespectacled nurse looked up at him, recognized the Wayne Enterprises logo on his white coat, and gave him a formulaic smile.

"Dr. Wang, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Excuse me, on which floor is the morgue located?"

"Basement level two, the elevator goes directly there." The nurse's smile remained unchanged. "Would you like me to call the morgue supervisor for you?"

"It's troublesome."

The floor indicator in the elevator flashed downwards. Cassandra leaned against the elevator wall and asked her second question in sign language.

What are we going to do?

Wang Baixi did not answer, because he himself was unsure of the answer to the question.

Or perhaps he simply doesn't know what the problem is!

All he knew was that he now had to grind his experience points above the 800 mark.

Last time Bruce died, he still gained experience points within seven days; he might gain them again this time. However, according to general morgue regulations, bodies shouldn't be kept for more than 24 hours, so…

These people should be fresh.

However, it's important to note that fresh corpses can harbor a lot of bacteria.

The morgue administrator was an old man with thinning hair. When he saw Wang Baixi's white coat, he swiped his access card for him without saying a word.

"Sir, are you new here? I haven't seen you before."

“I just joined the company,” Wang Baixi explained. “Wayne Group is conducting research on end-of-life care, and we need to collect some data.”

The morgue attendant stared at him blankly, then sat back down in his chair and continued reading his newspaper.

"A lot of people died today, you need to be careful."

"what happened?"

“There was a car accident last night, and the culprit was Bane. Oh, this might be the biggest one in Gotham’s history. A lot of rich people died, and a lot of thugs died too,” the administrator sighed. “Sigh, there weren’t so many problems when Batman was around.”

Cassandra felt a pang of anxiety, but simply put on a mask at the administrator's request and followed behind Wang Baixi.

Regardless of wealth or poverty, height or weight, is death the only truly just thing...? Obviously not. Some people die a bloody and gruesome death, causing heartache to their relatives and friends, while others are clearly visible and can be laid to rest in peace, dressed properly.

Wang Baixi had no interest in pondering social issues. He put on a mask and walked into the morgue. For a moment, he felt that the temperature here was four or five degrees lower than in the ICU corridor. Who said hell was scorching hot?

He glanced at it casually and noticed an obese corpse that hadn't been put away in the cabinet on the stainless steel dissection table against the wall. The corpse was covered with a light green medical drape.

After that, he received a system notification.

[Aura of a deceased person detected!]

[Experience points +40]

Current experience points: 402/800

as well as……

[A large amount of low-level undead aura detected!]

[Experience points +30]

Current experience points: 432/800

……

Current experience points: 650/800

……

Current experience points: 800/800

After dealing with the dead body for ten minutes, a new notification popped up in front of him.

[Host has been upgraded!]

[Maximum Mana +5!]

[Replenishing host's mana]

Current Mana: 40/40

[Soul Summoner Wang Baixi]

[Level: 3]

[Skills: Deathrattle, Resurrection LV.1, Instant Rejuvenation, Soul Vortex]

Experience: 0/1600

[Gained new skill: Soul Vortex]

【Skill Name: Soul Vortex】

[Level: LV1]

[Skill Description: Consumes 15 mana points to unleash a semi-directional death energy storm centered on the host (radius varies depending on the surrounding environment, averaging 3 meters). Creatures within the coverage area will be subjected to soul impacts of varying intensity. For the living, it causes brief dizziness, nausea, and visual impairment; for the undead and the living dead, it causes mental stagnation and fear effects for 5-10 seconds.]

This skill is a one-time, instant-cast skill with no cooldown and can be cast consecutively.

Skill Experience: 0/50

Hmm... looks like a useful skill.

Wang Baixi raised his eyebrows, then glanced at Cassandra. "Let's go, Cassandra! My cultivation has greatly improved!"

After saying this nonsensical thing, Wang Baixi took off his mask and decisively walked out of the morgue.

Cassandra followed behind him, her steps light and graceful. The morgue supervisor watched them leave, then went back to his own business.

The two walked to the elevator, and after the elevator doors opened, they calmly stepped into the car. Wang Baixi casually pressed a button and watched the floor indicator rise step by step until the elevator reached the floor where the hospital lobby was located, and then the doors opened.

But Wang Baixi stood by the threshold.

The waiting area in the hospital lobby was still brightly lit, but he saw a strange man standing next to the information desk.

The man was dressed in a dark, glossy satin tailcoat with all the cufflinks, wearing a top hat, a monocle hanging beside his hooked nose, and was short and stout. His equally chubby hands were folded and rested on the top of a cane.

His face was contorted in a grotesque expression, as if he were on drugs.

"Penguin??"

Even without having seen photos of penguins in this world, Wang Baixi could guess who this person was.

The penguin stood in the hospital lobby, with two bodyguards in black coats behind him.

He suddenly noticed Wang Baixi as well. When their eyes met, Wang Baixi thought the other would look away, but the other looked at him instead.

“Good evening, Mr. Wang Baixi,” the penguin began, his mouth agape as if he had a half-melted toffee in it. “Shall we talk?”

Chapter Twenty-Two: Some Penguins Choose a Path of Crime

Wang Baixi stood at the elevator entrance, looking at the short, fat man and the two bodyguards in black behind him, his mind racing through all the information about the Penguin.

Oswald Copport, one of Gotham's most notorious underworld bosses and the leader of the Penguin Gang, is known for his involvement in arms smuggling, loan sharking, and money laundering.

On the surface, he is a well-dressed, legitimate businessman with a tax record that is perhaps cleaner than that of most Gotham citizens.

Wang Baixi suppressed his surprise and forced a smile typical of social occasions.

"Good evening, Mr. Cobblestone. Have we met before?"

"You know my name?"

Your face is practically written all over your head!

“Your name is renowned, how could I not know you? But now it’s your turn to answer my question: Have we met before? Or is this our first chance encounter?” Wang Baixi said with a gentle smile.

“Of course I’ve never seen you before, but this meeting between us is no coincidence. Mr. Wang, I know who you are! You were right across the street when my good-for-nothing henchman fell off the roof of the Wayne Hotel, weren’t you? Was it three or five in the morning?” the Penguin said with a smile.

“It was three in the morning… oh no, five o’clock, but I was just passing by.” Wang Baixi almost confused the time of the fall with the time Dick went missing. “After your subordinate fell, I was taken to the police station for questioning. If you’ve seen the police report, you should know that I don’t know that person.”

The penguin laughed again.

"Really? I don't think so. Wang, I investigated you, and the answer is that your life experience is almost a blank sheet of paper. Don't you find that unbelievable? A penniless young man suddenly moving into the presidential suite of the Wayne Hotel."

"What's happened these past few days is too strange..."

“I know Bruce Wayne is dead, I know the Wayne family heir is missing, and I also know that one of my men had a mysterious message carved on his body before he died…”