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

"The repair cost for the air conditioning ducts is about $120,000, the solid-state drives in the data center need to be replaced, and the floor tiles in the training dojo need to be completely replaced..." Tim read out the bill in a tone as if his wife had just died.

At this moment, Wang Baixi came down the stairs, looking very excited, carrying two birdcages in his hands.

In one cage was a reddish-brown falcon, and in the other a gray owl. The two birds of prey simultaneously pecked at the iron bars on the cages with their beaks, emitting a series of extremely noisy cries.

"Tim, I've brought those two stinky birds back to life."

Wang Baixi held the birdcage up to Tim and waved it, then looked around. "Hmm, looks like you guys are doing disaster relief? Do you need my help?"

Tim stared at Wang Baixi's face and remained silent for a few seconds.

“Wang, the loss tonight is worth at least a Batmobile.”

“It’s alright, I’ve left one for you guys,” Wang Baixi said nonchalantly. “Well, at least the giant Tyrannosaurus Rex, the giant clown playing cards, and the giant coin are still here. If all else fails, I can use my shares to pay off the debt.”

Anyway, there are plenty of world-destroying events in American comics, this is nothing compared to what's to come.

Tim didn't pick up on that, and continued, "Well, at least we repelled the Court of Owls, destroyed the Talons they sent, and prevented a plane crash. So those losses weren't in vain."

"By the way, have you cleaned up the remains of the claws?"

"Remains? You call those pools of flesh and blood 'remains'?"

"if not?"

Only in this way can we ensure they won't be resurrected!

“Alright, let’s send the remaining Claw tissue, which we’ve already cleaned up, along with the Venom to Wayne Enterprises for testing. Maybe we can extract the ‘Amber Gold’ you mentioned.” Tim let out a long sigh.

“Hmm, with Bane losing his ‘claws’ and the venom sample in our hands, his plans have to change,” Wang Baixi pondered. “That makes sense. Getting back to the point: can you understand bird language? I think we can get Dick’s whereabouts out of them.”

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how."

"I thought you knew everything, but do you think Cassandra does?"

"...Not being able to speak human language doesn't mean you have to be able to speak bird language."

Wang Baixi placed the birdcage on the workbench with some disappointment, pondering what use it would be if no one could understand bird language.

“The penguins can communicate with their pet birds, and the ‘bird’ can control the falcon, which means there must be some way to talk to them,” Wang Baixi added.

"You can kill them a hundred times and see if you can get any information out of them..."

"This is too cruel! What kind of person would repeatedly torture and kill small animals!"

"Aren't cockroaches animals?"

"That's an exception..."

“Alright, let me check the database.” Tim, unwilling to argue with Wang Baixi any longer, walked to the main control panel. “While I can’t do it, Batman might. He left a document in the database about bird vocalizations and communication, about thirty pages long, which records methods for bird movement, vocalization analysis, and simple communication…”

"Batman researched this?"

"Well, it's probably for dealing with the Penguins, but that document has been gathering dust for a long time, and I can't even remember where it is."

"Hmm...I've got it."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: What Nonsense Are You Talking About?

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle"

"Giggle, giggle, giggle"

Inside the bat cave, Wang Baixi and Cassandra crouched down, looking at the two birds placed on the table at eye level.

At this moment, the owl and the falcon are expressing their dissatisfaction with their captivity in their respective languages.

There is a kind of bird that cannot be caged, because every feather of its is shimmering with the light of freedom.

But these two are clearly not among them.

“You should thank me; I'm the one who brought you back to life,” Wang Baixi said unhappily.

"Coo-coo-caw!" The falcon suddenly pounced, lunging fiercely at Wang Baixi, but what it received in return was a deathly reality and a hard cage.

"Tim, what are they talking about?"

“Wait a minute, I’m almost done with the deployment.” Tim scratched his head, his fingers flying across the bat-like computer. Soon, the program started running. “Point your microphones at those two birds. I need to make sure the sound is clear enough.”

"Come on, big stars. It's your turn to perform." Wang Baixi handed over the microphone with a sly grin.

Cassandra followed suit.

“…Alright, the system has started parsing,” Tim said, finally letting out a sigh of relief as he watched the constantly changing waveforms on the screen. “However, birds don’t have the same ability to grasp combinatorial grammar as humans. We have to wait patiently. After translating their language, we still need to figure out how to translate our language into the birds’ language.”

Ten minutes later, the analysis results were available.

The falcon's language was translated into short, repetitive words; the content that popped up on the screen was nothing more than "I want to eat" and "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."

He doesn't seem to be very bright.

In contrast, the owl in the other cage was much quieter. Ever since the program was deployed, its head, which could rotate 270 degrees, had remained motionless, facing Wang Baixi. Its two large yellow eyes were like miniature searchlights, and a certain unsettling spirituality seemed to be emanating from them.

“This owl seems to be much smarter than that silly bird.” Wang Baixi moved the microphone closer to the owl’s cage.

Who are you? Why am I alive?

The translation program displayed a few broken words on the screen.

“It’s asking us questions.” Tim tapped a few times on the keyboard. “This means its cognitive level far surpasses that of the falcon. The patrol owls sent by the Court of Owls are probably all trained in some way; they really spare no expense.”

Wang Baixi continued to look directly at the owl.

"Since you can understand us, things are much easier. You've been captured, little bird. If you cooperate, I'll feed you delicious food and even find you a female owl. If you don't cooperate, I'll lock you in a cage forever."

No, cage, no.

"Then answer our questions. Where is Dick Grayson? Where has the Court of Owls locked him up?"

【have no idea】

"Tim, is he genuinely unaware or is he faking it?"

"Translation programs can only translate what it says, not what it thinks. And owls' facial muscles are completely different from humans', so I can't tell if it's lying."

[Underground, maze, many, many, rooms]

"What did it say?" Wang Baixi looked up at the screen.

"It seems to be saying that the Court of Owls' stronghold is an underground labyrinth, which matches the underground hall we encountered at Adams Dock." Tim typed, highlighting these keywords. "Why don't you ask it if the labyrinth has a name?"

"Tell us something we don't know: Where is that damn maze?"

[Black door, below, very bottom]

“It must be referring to ‘Blackgate Prison’…” Tim pondered. “If the Court of Owls builds its base beneath Blackgate Prison, then their personnel and supplies can be transported through underground tunnels, completely bypassing surface surveillance and patrols.”

After saying that, he pressed a few more keys and brought up a satellite image of Blackgate Prison, which he then zoomed in on.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Baixi asked.

The owl circled once in the cage, then stopped and stared at Wang Baixi again.

[Child of Gray, heard, name, in, what, place, not know]

After reading the translation, Wang Baixi frowned. "The Gray Son? We're asking about Dick Grayson!"

“He was talking about Grayson. There might be a problem with the translation system; it translated his words as ‘Gray son.’” Tim sighed.

"Can it be like this? He can't possibly translate Dick as..." Wang Baixi wanted to say something sarcastic, but after seeing Cassandra's innocent eyes beside him, he swallowed his dirty joke.

He should probably mature a bit.

"In short, it seems to know the approximate location of one of the outposts, but not Dick's whereabouts," Tim concluded, pushing the keyboard forward.

"How about we put a locator on this owl and let it go back to its nest? It will fly back to find its owner, and we can follow the trail to find the courthouse."

Tim shook his head. "Once it flies into the underground tunnel, the locator's signal will be completely blocked by the concrete and rock."

"You're right, so is there a better way?"

"We can only rely on the old method: reasoning."

Tim stood up from his chair, walked to the main console, and projected all the intelligence he had gathered that night onto the main screen.

New and old clues are arranged in a bright and huge array, like a poster, looking as dense as a spider web.

Reasoning, in essence, is about retaining useful information and discarding useless information.

“We have enough information right now. Dick is in the hands of the court, and the court is in the underground labyrinth, which may be beneath Blackgate Prison…”

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps rang out in the bat cave, and everyone turned around at the same time.

But then they saw Afu dragging his not-so-straight body, using both hands to pull a huge black suitcase down the stairs one step at a time.

“Young Master Tim, Mr. Wang, I have brought the box.”

Joshua, walking behind him, was dragging two other black suitcases of the same size.

When all the boxes were finally lifted to the ground with their efforts, Tim crouched down and opened one of them.

The box was neatly stacked with rows of transparent specimen boxes, each containing the corpse of an insect...

Beetles, cockroaches, centipedes, spiders, and even a few rainforest scorpions the size of a thumb.

"Your collection capabilities far exceed my expectations..." Wang Baixi exclaimed.

"I only asked Alfred to collect some of the insect carcasses that might be useful to our work, but I didn't expect there to be so many."

"We need more information, please, Wang."

"But don't worry, the Oracle and I will continue the search, and we will definitely not repeat the mistake we made a few hours ago."

“I said, you might as well go to the police station. It’s been more than 24 hours, so they can file a case now,” Wang Baixi said, both amused and exasperated.

But he still looked at the insect samples, picked out a large black ant at random, and then used Deathrattle to sense the remaining fragments of consciousness in that tiny body.

[Deathrattle activated!]

"...soil...stones...water...food...more soil...more stones..."

This time, he did not gain any experience points.