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The fourth person to appear here today is a bishop from a higher level, responsible for liaising with the three.

"Come to Midtown before the day after tomorrow and meet at the dock. I'll be waiting for you there," the bishop said succinctly.

The Western Deacon asked, "What major moves is the organization making?"

The bishop said coldly, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. You will know what you need to know in time. Remember to come alone. Even your right-hand men are not allowed to accompany you. Anyone who disobeys this order will become a sacrifice to the Lord."

"Received." x3

Shen You went upstairs to ask the old wizard if he had any impression of the Blood Cult. As a guardian of magic who was over nine thousand years old, he should have some experience with the methods of the Triple Palace followers.

When I went upstairs and opened the door, I saw the old wizard sitting in front of the computer, staring blankly at the desktop.

Shen You raised an eyebrow: "Did you close some interface when I came in?"

"No," the old man said firmly.

Shen You was somewhat suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he went straight to the point and brought up the matter of the Blood Cult.

"Wow, these people... indeed, their footprints are all over many dimensions." The old wizard stroked his beard and said, "Although they may obtain the power of evil gods, even if they are avatars of evil gods, they will be greatly reduced due to the dimensional barriers, and they can give even less to believers."

So there's nothing to worry about in that regard; with your abilities, there's nothing you can't handle."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shen You, thinking to himself that it wouldn't be easy to find someone like you who couldn't be dealt with.

"Oh, by the way, if you want to infiltrate, there might be ways for the cultists to identify each other, so you have to be careful," the old wizard said. "The Blood Cult members all carry the mark of the Three Palaces, and when they are face to face, the marks will sense each other."

So if you want to impersonate a Blood Cult member, then you'll have to go all out with your disguise.

The old wizard paused for a moment, then said, "If you need it, perhaps I can try to help, but I don't think you need it."

"Yes, thanks."

Shen You can solve the problem of the mark himself. He had already found a way to reproduce the characteristics of the Three Palaces' magic with the help of Raven to activate the stone. It shouldn't be difficult for him to deceive others with a fake mark that has the same radiation frequency.

Just before leaving, Shen You vaguely noticed that the old wizard turned around and pounced on the computer again, opening a webpage and doing something strange.

Their furtive behavior piqued Shen You's curiosity.

But the old man, who has only recently begun to engage with human technology, is clearly unaware of the sinful thing called "browsing history" that exists online.

Back in the lab, I checked the old wizard's browsing history and found that he had been surfing the internet intensively this week.

The 9,000-year-old man recently learned how to use the internet and discovered a highly intelligent search engine that integrates Wayne Enterprises' new natural language processing AI. The old man was fascinated and spent his days surfing the internet asking the AI ​​search engine all sorts of strange questions.

Why does my pot keep exploding?

Which company makes the best Earth-themed cooking pot?

Why do some young women nowadays like to post pictures of themselves wearing revealing clothing?

The world is going to the dogs! This is morally reprehensible!

Is there any more? Please bring more.

Shen You: "."

Well, how should I put it?

As expected of a nine-thousand-year-old wizard, his adaptability is quite strong. At this rate, he'll likely be assimilated by the times very soon.

That evening, Shen You arrived at Gotham Port early.

As agreed, the three deacons of the Gotham District need to meet here. Before tomorrow, they are to go to Midtown together to see the bishop, the superior who will guide them.

This port had actually been abandoned many years ago, and it was deserted even during the day. The pitch-black night twisted into oppressive curves, as if drawing away the remaining life from the port.

Shen You was dressed in a black robe with a hood, and he had also changed his appearance. Because he was too lazy to think of a new look, he just used the face of Agent Michael Williams from the Sky Eye Society.

Walking along the messy dock corridor, the filthy stench emanating from the mournful drains filled the air. An ominous musty smell permeated the atmosphere, as if the dilapidated planks of the dock were swaying beneath my feet, and every step felt like sinking into a loose diaphragm.

He actually seemed to be one of the first to arrive; when he reached the designated area, there was no one around. Rusty containers were neatly arranged on the right, and a thick, dark fog shrouded the port. An invisible pressure made it hard to breathe, and the deep, lightless shadows seemed to twist and writhe with countless demons within them.

And it was in this shadowy place that the second believer appeared.

He was dressed exactly like Shen You, a standard Blood Cult member, with a hood and black robe, looking mysterious. Most of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood.

However, Shen You activated his enhanced vision and could see through the shadow of the hood that the man was a rather burly, bald man. He had long, narrow eyes with a sinister and sharp gaze, and a well-defined jawline—a typical type that was not to be trifled with.

Originally, he only wanted to take a look at the face, but when Ultraman's gaze swept over it so casually, Shen You was even more surprised to find that the face was a bit strange.

It looks like a fake face?

Upon closer inspection, he was certain he hadn't misread it.

Simulated skin, artificial materials, some kind of human face mask. Even the bald head is fake; it's a latex hood, like those used in movies. Actually, underneath that hood is a thick head of black hair.

A gaze pierced through the disguise, revealing a fierce face with bright blue eyes and a strikingly handsome, well-defined profile.

Hmm, where have I seen this face before?

Shen You raised an eyebrow.

Bruce Wayne?

Isn't this Batman?

Chapter 146 I Have a Candidate

Shen You felt he should have thought of this sooner.

Gotham is Wayne's backyard by day and Batman's playground by night. Calling the city his home isn't entirely wrong; causing trouble here would inevitably lead to running into Batman sooner or later.

While the Demons and Monsters of the past fall under the supernatural and are not of much concern to Batman, the Blood Cult, though technically part of the mystical world, is still essentially a gathering of cultists. It would be strange if their human trafficking activities in Gotham didn't attract Batman's attention.

Shen You had originally planned to arrive early so he could try to extract some information from the first believer before the third person arrived. But now, the two undercover agents who arrived first suddenly had nothing left to ask.

The questions he had prepared were immediately swallowed back. Shen You remained silent, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, and the two waited in silence in the darkness.

After a moment, Batman broke the silence first.

"This matter is probably not going to be easy."

Shen You pondered for a moment.

Clearly, the master was unaware that the person in front of him was also a spy, just like himself, and even less aware that his disguise had already been exposed the moment Shen You saw him.

So from the master's perspective, he is still a genuine Blood Cult deacon, meaning he has a similar plan to Shen You's initial idea: to extract information from the person in front of him before the third person appears.

He was obviously going to be disappointed, because undercover agent number two knew nothing either.

"It definitely won't be easy." Shen You shrugged, then added, "You know what I mean."

Batman remained unmoved and nodded slightly: "Of course, I understand."

“Very good, now we both understand.” Shen You nodded as well.

Then they remained silent.

Batman: "."

The conversation ended. There was another two minutes of silence, followed by his second attack, undeterred.

"How's that incident going over there?" he asked.

The statement remains vague, and "that time" could refer to a wide range of things. He might actually be referring to a specific operation by the Blood Cult that Batman discovered, or he might just be throwing out a suggestion to get the other person to open up the conversation and reveal more details.

Of course, he was destined to be disappointed. Shen You shook his head: "Same as always, nothing to say. How about things on your end?"

"me too."

"Ah."

The conversation ended again, and the two fell back into a dark silence.

The awkward conversation couldn't continue.

Fortunately, a third person emerged from the darkness at this moment, also wearing the black robes that were the hallmark of the Blood Cult.

Shen You, as usual, swept his gaze across the man. A slender figure, a prominent chin, and a sinister, cold face. This time it wasn't a fake face; there was even a strange and terrifying tattoo on his chest.

Those who came this time must be devout believers.

The true butler stepped between the two: "You're all here so early? Quite proactive. But now everyone's here. Let's go. The flight arranged by the organization is almost here, in an hour. Let's go wait."

The other two, who both harbored the desire to meet with the higher-ups of the Blood Cult, naturally had no objections.

The butler seemed to have deliberately lagged behind by half a step. After taking only a couple of steps, his expression changed, and his magic suddenly erupted. A dark aura materialized into a sharp blade in his hand, trailing a streak of blood-red magic as it slashed towards the disguised Batman's back!

But Batman was extremely alert, ducking and dodging the blade, which instantly grazed over his head. He crouched down and retaliated with a sweeping kick, but the butler was incredibly agile, deftly sidestepping the attack.

Batman stood up and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Ha, every one of us Blood Cultists bears the mark of the Lord." The deacon brandished his magic scythe and sneered, "I don't know if you're from the Gotham Police Department, the FBI, or anything else. But daring to offend the Lord's authority will only result in becoming a sacrifice."

He glanced at Shen You standing beside him and said in a deep voice, "Let's take down this intruder together!"

"no problem."

As Shen You spoke, he moved closer.

In that split second, the deacon's pupils contracted as he suddenly noticed a key point.

Wait a minute. These two had already met before I arrived; they should have sensed each other before the mark was placed. So why didn't my colleague notice this imposter who didn't have the mark?

Could it be...?

boom.

Shen You struck him on the back of the neck with a chop to the neck.

The magic scythe in the deacon's hand vanished instantly. His eyes widened, and his face was filled with resentment as he lost consciousness.

Fake, all fake.

All liars

puff.

The only true believer fell to the ground, leaving the two undercover agents looking at each other in bewilderment.

Batman frowned, watching him warily.

"Don't stare at me like that, we're on the same side." Shen You shrugged.

The old bat showed no reaction, still looking ready to strike at any moment.