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

"Cough cough, try turning around again." Wang Baixi sighed.

Gordon turned to face the stairwell, silently counted to three, and then turned back again.

Sure enough, the person was gone.

Ok.

It is indeed Batman.

……

Twenty minutes later, the Batmobile was already driving on Gotham Highway.

In the car, Wang Baixi told Tim what Gordon had instructed them to do, and the two of them immediately used the Batcave's command system to locate a vehicle. They chased after it, driving through the streets of Gotham late at night, and finally stopped outside the wall of a two-story abandoned building on the Upper East Side.

Yes, this is the abandoned veterinary clinic that Gordon mentioned.

A dozen minutes earlier, a dark-colored sedan without license plates had also parked in the same spot.

The faint light shining through the car window had not completely died out, and the hood was still warm.

“This is it,” Tim said softly.

Wang Baixi and Robin got out of the car. They put the Batmobile into stealth mode, and then Wang Baixi pushed the front door open, revealing the creaking clinic door. What awaited them was three dark gun barrels.

"Don't move!!"

boom!boom!

That wasn't the sound of a gunshot; that was the sound of the gunman falling to the ground.

Robin's move was faster than the gunmen's reaction time. He swung his stick, tracing two arcs in the narrow doorway, and struck the wrists of the first and second gunmen precisely.

Both pistols fell to the ground simultaneously, and their faces then collided with Robin's knees.

Before the other gunman could pull the trigger, Wang Baixi used Soul Elegy to immobilize him and threw a batarang, which embedded itself in the wall behind him.

The man glanced at the gun in his hand, his body trembling uncontrollably. Once the spell wore off, he wisely threw the gun to the ground and raised his hands.

Robin flipped his hands over and cleanly disarmed the guy, then tied him up with the two men in front of him.

Wang Baixi stepped past the three pitiful creatures who were still groaning in pain, pushed open the rickety wooden door of the waiting room, and entered the clinic.

The clinic was surprisingly clean. Dust on the floor had been swept to the corners, the medicine cabinets had been rearranged, and the medicine bottles were neatly arranged according to their label colors.

Just then, a chilling laugh echoed from deep within the clinic.

Then, a hunched figure pushed his wheelchair slowly out from the other end of the dimly lit corridor. The person in the wheelchair was wearing a hospital gown, with a blanket draped over his knees. Underneath the blanket was nothing, and it was clear that the muscles in his neck had completely atrophied.

However, his face was still covered by a tattered burlap mask, with only his eyes showing.

"What brings you here, Batman? And Robin?"

“Scarecrow,” Robin stepped forward and showed the photo to Scarecrow, “We’re looking for a man with his face wrapped in bandages. He’s been to Metropolis and Gotham, and was last seen around here. Have you seen him recently?”

The scarecrow tilted its head, looked at the photo, and then burst into laughter.

"I've seen him, but only once. He had a strange expression and always liked to make odd laughs."

What was that laughter?

"That's the kind of laughter I hear, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Scarecrow pulled out two fear gas bombs from under the armrest of his wheelchair and threw them at Wang Baixi and Robin.

Amid the crisp sound of shattering glass marbles, two plumes of thick, yellowish-green smoke rapidly spread out, instantly engulfing the entire examination room.

"How do you feel, Batman! Did you see your deepest fears? Did you see the things you're afraid to face? Did they crawl out? They're calling you, aren't they?" Scarecrow pushed his wheelchair backward, his laughter growing increasingly uncontrollable.

But Wang Baixi and Robin emerged from the smoke.

Their lower faces were completely covered by protective gear, and the two yellowish-green fumes of fear swirled around them, yet they could not penetrate their breathing barrier.

The next second, Wang Baixi rushed straight to the scarecrow. He grabbed the scarecrow's hospital gown on its chest with one hand and lifted it off the wheelchair.

"This is the weapon Bane used, isn't it? Too bad, we were prepared, Scarecrow."

"Is that so? So what? You think you've won? Don't expect me to tell you anything!" The scarecrow tilted its head back, heavy breathing coming from under its burlap mask.

Wang Baixi did not answer. He took out a small sparrow that had just died from the inner pocket of his belt.

Then he poured the dead sparrow into his palm.

[Immediate Recovery!]

The sparrow shook its feathers in his palm and came to life. It tilted its little head, looked at the scarecrow, and let out a clear chirp.

The scarecrow's laughter stopped abruptly, and he was so startled that he spat out a few mouthfuls of white foam from his opening and closing mouth.

"No...take it away...take it away!!"

Yes, although he is a scarecrow, his greatest fear is birds.

Chapter 106 Useless Intelligence

"No...take it away...take it away! Please!"

The scarecrow frantically waved its arms, trying to scare away the sparrow, but the little bird that Wang Baixi had resurrected seemed to have developed a strong interest in the scarecrow's rough burlap mask. It flapped its wings and circled above his head, occasionally swooping down to peck at the fabric on his shoulder.

Wang Baixi gave him no chance to catch his breath. He fired a grappling hook from his belt, the hook precisely wrapping around the scarecrow's ankle, then he pulled, threw, and secured it.

The scarecrow was hanging upside down from the ceiling.

The sparrow flew up and landed on the chest of the upside-down scarecrow, tilting its little head to examine his face.

“Now, I’ll ask you one more time,” Wang Baixi said, standing directly beneath the scarecrow with his arms crossed, “have you seen that guy?”

"Twice! He's seen that guy twice!" Scarecrow finally broke down. "Both times he came to investigate a substance that can control people's minds! It's that neuro-hallucinogenic chemical extract. When he came, I told him this stuff was definitely related to Poison Ivy!"

“It seems he noticed Poison Ivy earlier than we did,” Tim said to Wang Baixi in a low voice.

"Could he be a good person?" Wang Baixi replied in a low voice.

"Not necessarily. People who pay attention to Poison Ivy may not be good people; they could just be another guy who wants to exploit her research findings."

"Makes sense."

Tim stepped forward, looked up at the upside-down scarecrow, and continued to interrogate him in an interrogative tone: "Scarecrow, why did you tell him? From what I know of you, you're not the kind of helpful citizen you'd expect. It's already merciful of you not to poison him, let alone offer him information."

"Of course it's because that guy is just like you!" The scarecrow's voice became muffled from being upside down. "He beat me up first! Then he lifted me out of my wheelchair and said I was his 'old friend'."

"An old friend?" Wang Baixi frowned.

“Yes, it was ‘Old Friend.’ He said, ‘Tell me, old friend, where is Poison Ivy? Don’t waste my time, old friend.’”

“His beating you up doesn’t make me feel sorry for you. I just want to ask you: Who is this person?” Wang Baixi asked.

"Please, could you..." The scarecrow swallowed hard.

Wang Baixi pressed the release button on the grappling hook gun, and the scarecrow fell straight down from the ceiling, landing on its back with a dull thud.

"...Put me down." The scarecrow lay on the ground like a fish.

"You're down here now. Now, stop playing dead. Tell me, who is he?" Wang Baixi didn't understand why these guys always liked to play dead. Was playing dead really that fun?

"I really don't know who he is. The bandages on his face were wrapped so tightly that only slits were visible around his eyes. And to be honest, I did ask him about his background. After all, I was also very curious. Who in their right mind would go out wrapped up like that?"

"How did he say?"

“He said, ‘You’ll see this face, very soon, old friend.’ And then he left.” The scarecrow lay on the ground, panting.

"And where is the riddle teller? Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know either!"

"really do not know?"

"Really! I'm telling the truth. Now, can you let me go?" the scarecrow said painfully.

"No way." Wang Baixi refused decisively.

"Then can I sit back in my wheelchair?"

"Neither."

“Then I’ll just say what I think,” the Scarecrow said hysterically. “I really hope that stupid bird can peck your eyes out.”

“Unfortunately, your wish cannot come true. Professor Klein, I will hand you over to the police.” Wang Baixi looked up and gestured for Tim to inform Gordon.

Tim immediately turned on the communication device.

……

It was 1 a.m. in the Bat Cave. Wang Baixi's mana had returned to normal. He hadn't been busy leveling up recently, but his experience points had increased to [1790/9600]. In theory, [Soul Elegy] should have helped him level up quite a bit, but he had to spend 30 mana points every week to keep Bruce, Joshua, and Nora alive, so he was relatively frugal with his mana usage.

When he and Tim returned to the Batcave, the main lighting inside had been dimmed by half, but the Batcomputer's screen array was still running quietly, with dozens of monitoring windows switching back and forth on the screen.

Cassandra, dressed in her Batwoman outfit, stood on the fighting mat in the training area, repeating a series of punches against the punching bag. She hadn't had time to put on her balaclava yet, and her bangs were damp with sweat.

"Xiao Ka, you're still awake?" Wang Baixi greeted him.

Cassandra stopped, wiped the sweat from her chin with the back of her bandaged hand, and then made a gesture to Wang Baixi.

“She said she’s waiting for you to come back,” Tim translated for him. “She said you were thrown twice by Poison Ivy in the Metropolis today and she’s worried you’re hurt. Also, she heard about the attack on Lincoln March and is afraid something might happen to you too.”

"Worry?"

Cassandra shook her head, seemingly disapproving of Tim's translation.

"Okay, this might not be very interesting."

Wang Baixi smiled. "I'm really touched, but look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Wang Baixi walked into the training area, took a pair of protective gear from the wall and put it on his hands. "Want to spar a bit? Let me check if I'm really injured."

Cassandra's eyes flickered, indicating her agreement, and she then assumed a standard fighting stance.

At that moment, she attacked from both sides, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Wang Baixi, bracing himself with his protective gear, went to meet her. Her fist landed squarely and precisely on the front of the gear, making his forearm go numb.

"Not bad, that's quite powerful... Wait a minute, let me adjust my stance..."

Cassandra didn't wait for him, throwing a left straight, a right straight, a spinning left center sweep, followed by a right horizontal sweep.