Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 113 The dead man covered in cultural relics

"As expected of a Gotham native, he was so calm when the gun went off, and he wasn't in a hurry at all."

"It's really strong!"

Ian played normally, complaining fiercely about the small citizens of Gotham who are as stable as Mount Tai even when they hear gunshots.

However, the focus of his satire is not the ordinary citizens downstairs who are accustomed to shooting, but the wealthy upstairs who are being protected by bodyguards and leaving through special passages.

"It's been so long since Gotham became the City of Sin, these rich people are still yelling like babies when they encounter danger. Could it be that they have never encountered danger before?"

When Ian was talking to Bruce, the voices of men and women yelling kept coming from the corridor on the second floor. They were rich businessmen who came to this charity banquet to urge their bodyguards to take them away from this dangerous place.

The discussion about culture just now seemed like a thorn in Bruce's heart, which caused him to hear Ian's words very harshly. He unconsciously took on the posture of Batman, with a straight face, and asked:

"What else do you want to say?"

Ian picked up the apple on the table and took a bite. The sweet juice sprayed out from the pulp, and the aroma of the fruit instantly filled his mouth.

"I mean, no country is going to sit back and watch individuals with huge amounts of wealth get caught up in random crimes."

Even in Gotham, the Wayne family is the only rich couple in modern history who were robbed and killed while walking on the street.

Bruce's face, which seemed to be cast from molten iron, had an expression: "You want to say that the death of my parents was not an accident?"

"I have no intention of discussing the conspiracy theories shaped by those urban rumors with you."

Ian heard the voice outside the door gradually weaken, stretched out two two fingers, and said faster: "I only talk about two possibilities. One, your parents died accidentally, which means controlling the order of Gotham It began to crumble long ago, unable to protect its creators and beneficiaries more than a decade ago or even earlier.

Two, someone manipulated all of this behind the scenes, but only a rich tycoon of the same level can do this.This means that your colleagues are so reactionary that they can't even tolerate a reformer who only does superficial work, so he must be killed. "

"My father offended a lot of people!" When he said this, Bruce himself was very surprised, he was looking for an excuse.

"As a large multinational group, the Wayne family holds a very important position in the United States. Every word and deed will have an impact on the real political economy. Such a person has no personal grievances."

Ian's tone softened instead, and he said to Bruce: "I just want to tell you that Gotham is already sitting on the crater, even if the gods and ghosts hidden underground can't come out to make trouble, the profound social Sooner or later, political and economic contradictions will also erupt.”

"Even if aliens land on the earth in a spaceship tomorrow, there will be no 'false alliance' like in the movie. The conflicts that have been accumulated for a long time will even be detonated in advance, until one party completely wipes out the other party with violence." One side will end."

"Are you, Bruce Wayne or Batman, going to be a seemingly impartial mediation tool, or are you going to choose your position in advance?"

Ian was like a sharp sword out of its sheath at the moment. Although his high spirits were invisible, Bruce felt the pressure from reality, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's quiet outside, I'm going to see the dead." Bruce quickly got up and left the sofa, using this as an excuse to avoid this heavy question.

"I'll go with you." Ian followed behind Bruce: "I've always been curious, how does the greatest detective in the world work?"

"Is this revenge for not answering me?" Bruce unbuttoned his cuffs and collar.

Ian shook his head: "I don't need you to give me any answers. When the crisis comes, reality will force you to choose a position for me."

"What kind of stimulation did you receive in another world? Why do I feel that your mouth is more poisonous than before!"

Bruce shook his head, indicating that even he couldn't stand Ian's violent verbal attacks.

Ian had a smile on his face: "I just know what I should do, so I am no longer confused."

"Yeah, that's great!" Bruce sighed.

Ian walked with him down the corridor decorated with red cloth, and found the only box with a closed door.

Gunshots sounded, and the people on the second floor panicked when they fled, and they would not close the door casually.

Then the only closed box is the scene of the crime.

It would be even better if the doors of all boxes were open, and you could probe inside to find the dead body.

"There's someone inside!" Ian moved his ears and heard a slight voice coming from the door.

"Bruce, why don't you change into a bat suit first?"

Bruce didn't answer, he lifted up his shirt, revealing the little universal belt around his waist.

Qiang, as expected of Batman, is ready for anything.

"Ian, it's up to you!" Bruce said, pointing to the door.

"It's more difficult to attract attention if you open it with a lock pick. Why did you let me do it!" Ian complained, and then kicked the door.

"Dark Knight, open the door for me!"

boom!
Ian kicked a big hole in the wooden door planed out of solid wood, and his foot got stuck in it, but the door didn't open.

"Damn, I've fought too many high-level enemies, so I forgot to pull back."

Ian pulled his legs out, and saw a curvy, short-haired woman squatting next to the corpse, groping around the corpse with her hands.

"The world is going down..."

"Selena!"

"what?"

Ian heard Bruce call Catwoman's name, and withdrew his finger that was going to shoot the wind bomb.

"Is this Catwoman?"

Selena withdrew her hand, stretched her S-shaped figure, stood up slowly, looked at Bruce and said, "It turned out to be our Young Master Wayne, why didn't you ask me to be your girlfriend for the dinner?"

"Help me check this box!" Bruce said with a black face.

Ian, who was snickering, immediately gave a thumbs up when he heard what he said: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

He waved his hand and walked past the corpse, glanced down, and saw the appearance of the corpse.

The victim was an elderly man with gray hair. There was a bullet hole in his forehead, and the back of his head was completely shattered. He should have been shot dead from the front.

Eye contact with Selena, Ian showed a polite smile on his face, nodded to this woman full of wild beauty, and then walked to the window, leaving room for Bruce and the others to communicate.

"Is this window open, or was it opened by the murderer?"

Ian stretched out his index finger, manipulated the airflow and pinched the pine wood window with carved glass and looked it over and over several times, but found no damage.

There was some sort of clear slime on the window sills that only started from the window and spread to the walls outside the theatre.

"The deceased is Harrison Jones, a professor in the History Department of Gotham University. He usually likes to collect cultural relics."

Bruce let Selena go and went to Ian to explain the situation to him.

"Harrison Jones? Pfft, why isn't this guy called Indiana Jones?" Ian smiled unkindly.

Bruce shook his head helplessly, and continued to introduce: "According to Selena, this Dr. Jones is also the leader of Gotham smuggling cultural relics. He was going to barter with Selena today, but Selena arrived When we got to the box, the other party was already dead."

Ian nodded, and Bruce looked at him calmly, and asked, "Don't you suspect that Selena is the murderer?"

"Maybe she might be the murderer. But I'm not a policeman. How can I keep her on the basis of suspicion?"

Ian spread his hands, saying that he didn't care who the murderer was.

Ian's unpredictable behavior made Bruce shake his head helplessly, and then handed him a box.

"This box contains the items that Selena plans to trade today."

"Native American amulets, at least 500 years old!"

Ian took out a bird-like thing made of wood and feathers from the box, and information about this amulet naturally came to mind.

Jackie Chan's experience in archaeology all over the world has now become Ian's knowledge through the template.

"And there is magic power left on it. It may be that the priest of the Feathered Serpent God has given the blessing for the warrior, but you, as an old American white man, cannot use it."

"why?"

"How many aborigines have been systematically exterminated by you Americans, and those grievances are so heavy that the magic of Native Americans will repel all colonists and their descendants."

"Once the magic is activated, those who are not qualified to hold the amulet will suffer backlash."

Ian threw the amulet to Bruce, and he caught it firmly: "But this thing is not a threat now, you take it first."

After speaking, he walked up to the dead man, stretched out his index finger, and manipulated the air flow to look through the dead body.

"Suits from the [-]th century, leather shoes from the early [-]th century, watches from the [-]th century..."

Ian counted the cultural relics on the body of the deceased, there were at least [-] pieces, and all of them were genuine, which could be exchanged for a lot of money.

"What a weirdo. He actually wore all these cultural relics. Is there any special significance, or is it just a hobby?"

Ian looked at the appearance of the deceased, puzzled, and then pulled Selina who hadn't left to ask her.

"Does this Professor Jones usually like to wear cultural relics on his body?"

"Of course not. The cultural relics are almost useless. Wearing them on your body will only make you uncomfortable."

Selena wore a black slim dress and high heels, and stood by to answer questions.

Ian immediately had an answer: "The deceased's uncharacteristic behavior proves that he wanted to hide or cover up something."

He looked up at Selena and asked, "What were you going to trade today?"

"Jones hired me to steal the amulet that Bruce is holding, and he promised me an ancient Greek relic in exchange."

"This deal is not a loss at all, and I would agree to it."

Ian affirmed Selena's behavior: "But where is the thing he wants to trade, I didn't find any cultural relics from the Greek period on him."

Ian's behavior of identifying cultural relics fits Jackie Chan's behavior. His integration with the template is gradually increasing, and the knowledge of cultural relics in his mind is also increasing, and he has a lot of adventurous experience.

Selena spread her hands, shook her head and said, "I'm also looking for what this old guy brought, but I haven't found it yet, so you broke in and interrupted me."

"If Dr. Jones asked Selena to look for magic items, then what he hid must also be magic items."

After Bruce collected the slime on the window sill, he interrupted Selena: "Ian, no one here knows magic better than you, find a way."

"Since when did you believe in magic?" Selena folded her hands on her chest and looked at the man suspiciously.

Bruce simply replied, "I've always believed in magic, I just didn't talk about it."

When the couple was quarreling, Ian touched his chin and recalled the magic in his mind. Although there is no Visandi in the DC world, some of Kama Taj's tricks can still be used.

"The aura of magic is shining at this moment!"

Ian uttered a spell, and the index fingers of his left and right hands touched like magnetic electrodes, and the magic power spread out like a wave, and all the magic things in the box emerged with light.

The aborigine's amulet showed signs of being activated, and Ian snatched it from Bruce's hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and locked the magic on it.

The golden light from Dr. Jones' corpse, when it falls on people, has the ability to make people feel happy.

Selina's eyes were shining, it was the miser who saw the light of Jinshan, and she was as agile as a cat, grabbing the thing in the light.

But Ian was faster, and he grabbed it before Bruce and Selena could react.

It was a short stick made of gold, with tiny lines depicting the scene of a party of a small nation, about three times the length of Ian's palm.

As soon as Ian took the short stick in his hand, the coat of arms with the holy armor began to tremble slightly.

[It is detected that the host has found a substitute for the Peace Torch! 】

[The item is incomplete, please continue to look for the other two parts. 】

"You put this thing into history?" Ian twirled the short golden stick in his hand, silently communicating with the system.

To be honest, he didn't find anything special about this short stick.

[There are substitutes in this world, and the system does not need to place related items. 】

"All right!"

Ian accepted the answer and looked at Catwoman Selena.

"Hey boy, what you're holding is mine."

"Strictly speaking, it is something that Dr. Jones wants to trade with you. But if your deal is not completed, this thing does not belong to you."

If this golden short stick from Greece is just an ordinary magic item, he doesn't mind giving it up to Selena.

But if it's a substitute for the Peace Torch, then he can't let it go.

"I can return this amulet to you!" Ian threw the quiet aboriginal amulet to Selena.

Selena caught the amulet, looked at Bruce, hesitated for a while, and said, "Well, I haven't lost anything anyway, but boy, are you sure the magic on it won't work for me?"

"As long as you don't suddenly become a magician, the magic on this thing won't start."

Ian gave her a reassurance.

"You should return it!" Bruce said. "Even if there is no magic on the amulet, it belongs to the museum."

"Take it back if you have the ability!" Selena ignored Bruce's persuasion, turned over and jumped out of the window.

Bruce sighed and turned his head away like Selena had never been there.

He said seriously to Ian: "The slime on the window is left by the copperhead snake."

"But that shot to Dr. Jones' forehead wasn't the product of a point-blank shot." Ian also had a little experience with ballistics.

"So there are at least two people involved in this matter, but Gotham's super criminals never team up. No matter who pinches them together, we have a new opponent."

Ian rubbed his chin and said, "Maybe you should consider my proposal, modify a few laws appropriately, and remove some rubbish."

"If you want to see how I work, just follow me!"

Bruce avoided Ian's question again: "Gordon and the others should be arriving soon."

"What a stubborn man!"

Ian shook his head helplessly, and left the box.

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