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

"It's our foreman, that son of a bitch."

The drunkard quickly took a swig of wine to bolster his courage before speaking:

"His name is Brian Wolfe. He's the manager of the 'Red Brick Tavern' next to St. Michael's Church. He didn't come to settle the bill last night."

"The Red Brick Tavern? Which one next to the abandoned church?" Harvey interrupted. "That's not it..."

"Yes, it's a shabby shop that rips off tourists."

The drunkard scoffed and spat, slurring, "..."

"That bastard Wolf, he withholds tips, exploits our working hours, and uses all the wages he gives us to feed his purebred Doberman."

"Every night when settling accounts, he would take all the cash back to his apartment and never let anyone else touch it."

"But last night he disappeared, vanished without a trace. He didn't go home, he didn't take any money, he just disappeared like that."

"Really? Harvey, I'll pay for his drinks."

Dio understood immediately; it seemed this person was the chosen sacrifice.

The area near the church is the easiest place to be targeted.

"Kid, I apologize for what I just said."

The drunkard staggered away from the bar.

After watching the other person leave, Dio immediately leaned close to Xavi and whispered:

"Harvey, are you still on such good terms with that lady in the archives?"

"You mean Tina? We've crossed paths before."

Harvey thought of his 300-pound ex-girlfriend, and his neck throbbed with pain.

"Could you submit it again as soon as possible? I need a missing persons list."

Dior smiled subtly, took a wad of dollars from his pocket, and quietly pushed it over:

"The conditions are as they were just now, you understand."

I'll give it to you this afternoon or tomorrow morning.

After Harvey agreed, he took the dollars, but a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"etc!"

He called to Dior, who was about to leave, and reluctantly pulled a portable night vision device from under the bar:

"Here's the latest model, consider it a birthday present for you."

Dior glanced at the night vision goggles on the bar, raised an eyebrow, and reached out to take them.

"Thanks, Harvey."

"Get out of here right now, you brat."

"I hope you get chronic alcoholic liver disease, Harvey."

Dior put the night vision goggles in his pocket and opened the map to study it.

Since the clues have all come together on their own, there's no reason not to go.

According to Rachel, the Order of St. Dumas typically chose to sacrifice living people in sewers or abandoned churches.

St. Michael's Church was the very church that Wayne and his wife abandoned after their deaths due to a lack of funds.

Because it wasn't far, Dior quickly drove to the deserted church.

As soon as I entered the church, a faint smell of blood hit me.

"The smell of blood? It seems this is the place."

Dio followed the scent of blood through the nave of the abandoned church and all the way to the church's backyard.

The smell grew stronger, so he slowed down and finally stopped in front of a manhole cover.

Detective visual analysis revealed recent new traces on it.

Dior took a deep breath, squatted down, grasped the iron ring, and forcefully pried it open.

A stench of decay erupted, nearly knocking him unconscious—a ripple generator that relied on oxygen to create its effects.

"Damn it, I actually went to such a disgusting place!"

Dior frowned in disgust, and after mentally preparing himself, he stepped down the rusty vertical ladder.

Pfft.

His movements froze instantly; the bouncy texture and sound had a terrifying sense of déjà vu.

Could it be the ingredients used in Lao Ba Burger?

Dio looked down and found that what was under his feet was not excrement, but a lump of green, gelatinous substance, like slime, but probably some kind of secretion.

It could also be something else entirely.

He continued walking deeper into the area.

The air in the sewers was extremely polluted, even worse than in Gotham's East Side.

The ammonia, sulfides, rotting flesh, and that lingering stench of blood, all mixed together, felt like a punch to the nose.

Dio's features were almost contorted in pain, and he could no longer even maintain his sense of ripples.

This stinks!

In the green field of vision of the night vision goggles, the arched pipes extend into the darkness.

The walls on both sides were damp, and occasionally a thin stream seeped out from overhead, dripping into the puddles and making a hollow echo.

A fat rat scurried out from the corner of the wall.

"Rats? Disgusting things, get out!"

Dior unleashed all his pent-up negative emotions on the rat, kicking it.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!!"

The mouse squeaked and flew into the shadows.

[Achievement Completed: Animal Friend - Mouse]

[Reward: 200 points, 1 Frog Walkie-Talkie]

[PS: I personally love animals, but why do the animals in my works never have a good ending?]

Frog Walkie-Talkie

Category: Communication Tools

[How to use: Hold the walkie-talkie and make a sound, "beep be ...

[P.S.: The frog is a real frog, and the walkie-talkie is a real walkie-talkie.]

"What? Huh?????"

Dio froze, staring at the green frog on the panel, and fell silent.

Unless you're in dire straits, it's best to keep this kind of thing at the bottom of your drawer.

...Using this thing carries the risk of entering Arkham.

Dio's face darkened, and he turned to look at the rat that had been kicked around in a daze not far away.

The rat lay on its back on the ground, its limbs twitching, and it was still tightly clutching a piece of bluish-white stuff in its mouth.

Dio crouched down, pinched one end of the object with his fingertips, and gently pulled.

The mouse squeaked, released its grip, rolled over, belly up, and began to play dead.

Dior held the piece of something up in front of him.

The severed finger, the ring finger of a human's left hand, has an uneven cut, as if it was torn off by something.

"Golden Experience"

The Gold Experience breathes life into this severed finger, transforming it into a living ladybug.

The ladybug circled around in place for a while, then quickly found its target and flew towards the forked pipe.

"Is the main body over there?"

Dior followed the ladybug into the drainpipe on the left.

Behind the pipe was an abandoned aqueduct, which was lower than the main road, forcing him to bend over to walk.

Before long, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a converted pump house.

The space was much larger than he had imagined, with rusted pipes hanging from the dome.

Through the green field of vision of the night vision goggles, he saw a large pool of strange, gelatinous substance.

The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were covered.

The dark green slime covered every inch of the surface like moss.

If you look inside, you can vaguely make out roots and stems that resemble those of ferns.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"The Swamp Monster? The Green of All Things? Or Hugo's experimental subject?"

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Dio felt that he had been dragged into some trouble again.

After waiting for a while and finding that the spider senses did not give any warning, he cautiously walked forward.

Ding.

My heel hit a hard object.

Dio looked down and saw a dagger with mysterious engravings at his feet.

He turned his head and looked at the scene before him, which immediately made his pupils shrink.

Within the lush green gel, a mangled corpse was nailed to a drainpipe.

The sight of his disemboweled body, his struggling expression, and the Saint Dumas mark carved into his forehead with a knife.

There was no doubt that he had found the location for the sacrifice, but there was a problem with the location.

"Could it be that their ritual accidentally awakened some monster in the sewers?"

[Urgent Mission: Only the blood of nine can wash away their sins]

[Mission Requirement: Destroy the remaining sacrificial ritual (3/9)]

[Reward: Depends on task completion rate]

[P.S.: Thank you for your participation in the ceremony of the Order of St. Dumas. Please continue your efforts.]

3/9? So this is the third person to be sacrificed?

So, there are still five people ahead of me before it's my turn?

So, does that mean that damned angel of death will be hunting me down with all his might these next few days?

"Damn Saint Dumas!"

Dior quickly took notes of the sacrificial ceremony before him and casually put some green gel into a bag.

This place is not a place to stay for long.

The spider sensed a slight stinging sensation!

It was as if something was about to awaken.

"It seems that this is the time to use the Joestar family's secret technique."

"That is..."

Dior touched the star-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck with a serious expression.

"run!"

He turned around quickly, without a second's hesitation, and ran away!

This green gel found in the sewer is definitely not normal!

It is more like a secretion from some kind of plant-organism hybrid.

We have to run!

Dior is now going to get this green gel tested to find out what it is.

He had a feeling that this thing might be something extraordinary.

Please, please don't let it be related to the green of all things!