American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 125 Visiting the Arkham Talent Market

Gotham East.

The door opened.

Selena's bedroom door was closed, and she was clearly asleep.

Dior went into the basement and began rummaging through a pile of old things.

Brando's family was once well-known in the tailoring world. He remembered finding his grandfather's workbook in a pile of old things when he was a child, which recorded all the orders.

If one's family truly has connections to owls, then this workbook is a clue.

It will include the name, phone number, and address.

Given the Owl Court's modus operandi, there are only two possibilities:

The fact that the workbook was not taken means that there were no valuable records in it;

Or, it was taken away, which means they knew of its existence and what it might reveal.

Soon after.

..No.

The workbook is missing.

Dior leaned against the wall and, after carefully recalling the events, confirmed it; someone must have taken 8.

"So, my guess was correct; it wasn't a coincidence that they chose me."

"Dio?"

Selena's tentative voice came from behind.

"It's me, Selena."

Dior dusted off his hands and turned around.

"That scared me to death."

Selena retracted the metal cat paws from her gloves and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, the cat's curiosity took over, and she leaned closer to ask, "What are you looking for?"

"A workbook, a workbook from a long time ago."

Dior didn't hide anything from her and told her a few important things.

"A workbook? That sounds like a hassle."

"Selena, have you noticed anyone breaking into this house lately?"

After thinking about it carefully, Selena shook her head: "No, if someone had sneaked in, I couldn't possibly not have noticed."

"But, Dio, have you ever thought about those four days? Those four days when you were being hunted down and prevented from returning?"

She looked around at the pile of junk in the basement and guessed, "Maybe someone came in while I was away."

"Yes, it can only be at this time."

Dio hadn't expected that the owl wouldn't let up on its surveillance of him at all.

At that time, the spider's senses had not yet evolved, and their range was sometimes near and sometimes far.

Sometimes, not feeling the gaze of others allows them to take advantage of the situation.

"By the way, when are we going to Indian Mountain?" Selena asked anxiously.

"My friend might not be able to hold on much longer."

"Let's go now."

"I've already planted an accomplice inside; he'll find the entrance."

Dio thought of yesterday's newspaper.

The riddle maker Edward Nigma was arrested by police the night before last.

Although the riddle-maker wasn't very strong, his opponent was quick-witted.

Even without Fox's equipment, finding the secret entrance would probably be as easy as drinking water.

"I've called Bruce and Fox, let's go to Indian Mountain now."

The entrance to Arkham Asylum.

"Let's proceed according to plan, everyone."

Bruce looked at the people in the car and said in a deep voice.

Selena, who was in the trunk, gently patted the back seat to indicate that she understood.

First, each plan has its own focus:

Bruce was tasked with holding off Hugo Strange.

Selena, on the other hand, searched around Arkham for other entrances into the Indian Mountains.

Dior and Fox wandered around the mental hospital, waiting for their chance to strike.

The car door opened.

The three of them got out of the car.

"Hugo Strange"

At the main gate of Arkham, Hugo, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his arms to greet him.

He was dressed in a fine suit, gleaming leather shoes, and a tie, and his beard was also specially trimmed.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you."

"I am Lucius Fox."

"Hello, Mr. Fox."

The two shook hands.

At that moment, Dior and Bruce also came over.

Hugo placed his hands in front of him, watching the two boys walking in unison, his expression unchanged.

"You must be...."

"Bruce Wayne".

Bruce straightened his trench coat collar and stepped forward.

Dio, with a cold expression, reached out his hand before Bruce could.

"Dio Brando".

[Key figure detected: Hugo Strange]

Hugo, with a smile on his face, shook hands with each of them like a kind elder.

Regardless of his expression, attitude, or tone of voice, the middle-aged man before me was undoubtedly an elegant intellectual.

But Dior's focus was different from that of ordinary people; when he looked at a person, he would first observe the corners of their mouth.

Hugo's lips bore the marks of years of cold laughter, giving one the feeling of calm before a storm.

This is a control freak.

She is a control freak on par with him.

Just as I remembered.

Dior made his decision in his heart.

"It's good to see you, Bruce. What happened to your parents was a disaster."

Hugo spoke politely in a rather hypocritical tone.

This is!

Dior's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

He glanced at Bruce without making a sound.

Hugo was testing the waters because he felt Bruce already knew that he had hired the assassin.

"Thank you, Dr. Strange. My father often mentions you."

Bruce remained calm and dealt with the situation.

Dior breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the psychology expert on the other end of the line didn't see through me.

"So how can I help you? Without Wayne Enterprises, our work simply cannot proceed."

"Doctor, my parents were very concerned about the construction of mental hospitals when they were alive."

Bruce chuckled, perfectly embodying the image of a well-bred young master from a respectable family. "So I figured I had to come and see where they spend their money."

"terribly sorry."

Hugo looked regretful, shook his head, and refused.

"We generally do not allow visits."

"Yeah?"

Dior stepped forward, staring arrogantly into Hugo's eyes, and said with a playful tone, "Even someone who provided a quarter of your operating budget isn't enough?"

"Well."

Hugo's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly smiled and nodded in agreement.

"I would be happy to make an exception for you, gentlemen."

"In fact, I want to have a serious talk with you, Dr. Strange."

Upon hearing this, Hugo suddenly realized what was happening, and his expression became somewhat subtle.

"So you came prepared."

"Gentlemen, please."

The three followed Hugo into Arkham Asylum as planned.

The car's trunk opened quietly, and Selena nimbly slid out, reaching for the ventilation ducts.

Soon after.

"Be careful, gentlemen."

Ms. Peabody led the way for Dior and Fox.

Along the way, Dior subtly observed similar markings.

He believed the riddler should have gained something by now, after a day.

Sudden.

Dio paused, noticing a small green question mark painted on the wall beside him.

This is the symbol of the riddle teller.

They're just making things complicated again.

Looks like you've given me another riddle, Ed.

Could it be nearby?

Dio thought to himself, but didn't stop walking.

He subtly slowed down by half a step, creating a distance between himself and Fox, while mentally summoning the Golden Experience.

A golden stand-in emerged from behind and placed its palm on the wall.

Solid.

A hint of doubt flashed across Dior's brow.

How come it's solid?

This is a genuine concrete wall.

Dior frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

The riddle teller doesn't leave marks for no reason; he must have discovered something, but he just won't say it!

"Mr. Brando? Is there a problem?" Ms. Peabody turned around.

"no."

Dior looked away, a playful smile curving his lips. "I just think Arkham's interior design...is very tasteful."

"I want to see the patient's living and activity areas."

"Really? Okay, I'll take you there now."

Peabody's eyes flickered for a moment before he continued leading the way.

Dior followed behind, but several thoughts were already racing through his mind.

The riddle teller found the entrance, but instead of telling him the location directly, he left a mark.

Are they waiting for him to make an offer?

That clever madman used intelligence as a bargaining chip.

But it doesn't matter, Dior's favorite thing is to achieve a win-win situation, and he's determined to have the entrance location.

He's definitely going to get the rewards from [The Owl's Feast] too!

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