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Are you looking for traces of plants in the botanical garden?

It sounds like searching for Aquaman in the ocean.

"of course."

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Poison Ivy's Lair

The car drove along the main thoroughfare of the Metropolitan City toward the Botanical Garden. The streets of the Metropolitan City are much wider than those of Gotham, and the plane trees lining the streets are neatly trimmed, with hardly any fallen leaves to be seen.

This overly neat sense of order made Wang Baixi feel vaguely uncomfortable. He felt that if you couldn't even find people who littered in a city, then the place where the garbage was piled up must have been hidden.

Before long, they arrived at the Metropolitan Botanical Garden.

The Metropolitan Botanical Garden is located in the eastern suburbs of the metropolitan area and covers approximately 200 acres. They parked their car in the visitor parking lot, and when they entered the greenhouse, the staff at the ticket booth were dozing off at their desks, probably because it was the off-season and there were hardly any visitors.

The three people woke up the ticket seller, bought their tickets, and went into the hall, looking at the signs like ordinary tourists.

The map on the sign indicated the specific locations of each exhibition area. The tropical plant area was in the east wing of the greenhouse, and the ferns that Clark mentioned were introduced from Gotham.

Upon entering the east wing exhibition hall, the humidity in the air suddenly increased. A whole row of glass display cases lined both sides of the aisle, and most of the plants in the cases were thriving, except for the three cases at the very back, which were completely empty.

“Hey, Your Majesty! I can smell the lingering scent of those vines,” Zatana said, then suddenly frowned. “It’s faint, but it’s definitely true.”

"Your nose is quite sensitive."

Just then, Cassandra interrupted Wang Baixi's witty remark, making a gesture that pointed directly to the emergency exit at the back of the greenhouse.

The door was half open.

A green leaf with blackened edges was still stuck in the crack of the door.

"What is that?"

“It must be related to Poison Ivy.” Wang Baixi looked around for a while, then decisively walked towards the emergency exit and pushed open the door without saying a word.

The passageway behind the door is much narrower than the public exhibition area of ​​the greenhouse, which could be troublesome in an emergency. Fortunately, no one is going in or out now.

But the most surprising thing was the edges of the walls on both sides of the passage, where some dark green vines were faintly climbing. The texture of those vines was exactly the same as the ones they had found in the Gotham sewers before, only thicker and denser.

"She really knows how to pick a place," Wang Baixi said in a low voice.

"How could no one have noticed?"

Zatana followed half a step behind, her fingertips already enveloped in a faint golden halo.

"Maybe it's because this is a botanical garden."

Cassandra walked last, taking off her black-rimmed glasses, her eyes appearing particularly sharp in the dim light.

The three of them walked less than twenty meters along the passage when a sound suddenly came from the ventilation duct above their heads.

What was that sound?

Wang Baixi suddenly raised his hand to signal to stop.

The three people stood still against the wall at the same time.

A vine, about as thick as an adult's arm, slowly emerged from the gap in the iron grille of the ventilation shaft and then slowly retracted. The purple nodules at the end of the vine rhythmically expanded and contracted, making Wang Baixi feel as if he were in the scene of some science fiction horror movie.

Cassandra reached into the hidden pocket at her waist, but Wang Baixi shook his head at her.

"Don't alert the enemy," he said in sign language.

Wang Baixi pulled a metal piece the size of a fingernail from his pocket; it was a miniature tracker he had brought from the bat cave.

He waited until the vine turned and stretched in another direction before quickly launching the tracker into the purple knot of the vine.

Okay, that was a perfect hit.

"Alright, now we can act boldly."

The vine seemed unaware of the intruder. After it returned to the ventilation duct, it continued to wriggle along the duct, as if it had just gotten lost and was looking for the right direction.

Wang Baixi then opened the tracking interface of the transparent glasses. A small red dot was slowly moving on the screen. It did not stay in the ventilation duct, but instead meandered all the way down and eventually even went down into a deeper space.

"That damn thing went down!" Wang Baixi exclaimed.

"Going down?" Zatana looked at him, puzzled.

“Yes. There must be something under this botanical garden. Let’s go.” Wang Baixi made the judgment immediately.

"Okay, whatever you say."

After saying that, they continued along the passage and found a downward entrance in an abandoned gardening tool storage room. It was an iron spiral staircase half-hidden by vines. The staircase was rusty, and each step was covered with a layer of sticky plant sap.

"What is this thing?"

"Oh my god, that's disgusting." Zatana looked at the staircase and felt a chill run down her spine. "Didn't the people at the botanical garden notice?"

"Maybe the Metropolitan Government just doesn't have enough funding," Wang Baixi joked.

It seems that Wayne Enterprises needs to extend its reach into Metropolis.

But do they really want to continue down such a disgusting path?

Left with no other choice, Wang Baixi carefully steadied himself, and when he stepped down for the first time, the sole of his shoe made a sticky sound that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Lying down and exercising."

He said that, and then walked downstairs.

"Protect!"

Suddenly, Zatana used irony. Just four seconds later, Zatana and Cassandra's shoes were enveloped in golden light.

"What's this? Magic shoe covers? I'll take one."

“Don’t you look like you’re walking on flat ground?” Zatana said with a smile.

"Which eye of yours saw that?"

Seeing this, Zatana stopped teasing him and also put a golden glow on his shoes, which helped the three of them to steady their steps.

But the further they went, the hotter and more humid the air became, until it felt almost like a sauna.

“Good heavens, Your Majesty, I’m starting to doubt your decision,” Zatana said, frowning.

"Don't worry," Wang Baixi said, no longer joking. "As long as we don't split up like in a horror movie, nothing will happen."

"I hope so."

Finally, they continued downwards until they reached the end of the passage. But at the end, not only was the answer revealed, but something even more terrifying awaited them.

At the end of the spiral staircase is an underground space that has been converted into a laboratory. The walls are covered with glowing fluorescent fungi that emit blue-green light.

On the iron workbench were several rows of glass petri dishes, some containing still-pulsating purple nodules, and others soaking thinly sliced ​​plant roots and stems.

"Did Poison Ivy do all this?" Zatana asked, looking troubled.

"I hope not." Wang Baixi swallowed hard and lowered his voice.

Poison Ivy is an environmentalist who considers herself a plant expert. Using plants for experiments is like humans using humans for experiments, isn't it? Of course, she also seems to have sold marijuana, so in special circumstances, she might sacrifice her plant friends.

But now, no matter the situation, it's all extremely terrifying.

“I’m sure she’s around here,” Zatana said, glancing around.

Several transparent cylindrical containers stood in the corner, filled with light green nutrient solution.

These embryos appear to be still in the developmental stage, but they are already several times larger than ordinary plants.

What's even more frightening is that several people dressed in botanical garden work clothes are standing there blankly, each with a thin vine wrapped around the back of their necks, and only the whites of their eyes are visible.

"Are they being controlled by Poison Ivy?"

"You mean all of them? No wonder there's hardly anyone outside."

Fortunately, Wang Baixi did not sense the presence of the dead, which meant they were not dead.

"Wait a minute, according to this logic, she deliberately lured us down here?"

Just then, Cassandra frowned and quickly said, "Be careful."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold voice came from deep within the laboratory.

"Don't worry, everyone. This is a good thing for them, and it's also a natural choice."

Poison Ivy emerged from behind the row of petri dishes. Her skin was still that signature light green, her long, fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a bodysuit woven from leaves.

"Welcome here, my friends. I brought you here. I know Batman is gone, but his allies haven't stopped coveting me. I know we can't escape a battle, but now, I'm willing to give you a chance: will you submit to me, or choose..."

"What if they put up a stubborn resistance?"

Chapter 100 Plants Do Not Attack Each Other

"Poison Ivy!"

Wang Baixi shouted, interrupting her. Looking at the Poison Ivy Woman's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

Several thick vines surrounded her, winding in circles, their roots placed far behind, following her obediently like pets.

“Oh, it seems you chose the latter.” Poison Ivy was displeased with Wang Baixi’s interruption.

“Obviously.” Wang Baixi immediately pulled out a bat dart, but Poison Ivy’s vines swiftly knocked it away like a throwing knife.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Mr. Wang Baixi. I’ve heard many stories about you. I’ve heard that you can resurrect the dead, haven’t you? Perhaps we can have a good chat some more,” Poison Ivy said with a smile.

"Looks like I'm starting to gain fame."

"Of course, nature cares a lot about your not-so-'natural' existence."

"Yes, after all, I'm a vegetarian, so how can I be considered ignorant of nature?"

Poison Ivy glared at her. But a thought also flashed through her mind: if Wang Baixi could resurrect people, could he also resurrect plants? If so, then she wouldn't need to use plants for such horrific experiments!

No, we certainly can't expect him to cooperate willingly.