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

Wayne Group.

"You're saying this is excrement? Flammable excrement?"

Dior was wearing a white coat, his brow furrowed.

"That seems to be the case at present."

The bespectacled Black scientist turned around and nodded.

"The sample contained steroids, bile acids, and volatile organic compounds; it is undoubtedly excrement."

The black scientist standing before him was none other than Lucius Fox, who would later assist Batman in various research projects and provide him with numerous forms of help.

This is a true genius, the team's strategist.

"Fox, I'll ask you one more time, are you sure this is excrement?"

Dior no longer cared whether he had picked up these things with his hands or not.

He thought of something even more terrifying.

"I am quite certain, esteemed Mr. Brando."

Fox nodded firmly, looking completely confident.

In the scientific field, especially in such simple tests, he was, of course, absolutely certain of success.

I just don't know why this excrement is green and gel-like.

"What kind of animal can pull over ten tons?"

"Blue whales weigh about two tons at a time, and the amount of over ten tons is simply not recorded in any known animal records."

Dior remained silent.

Luckily, I ran fast.

So what the hell is that thing?

Swamp monster? Doesn't seem like it. Could it be another creation of Hugo from ten years ago?

Dior had absolutely no ideas, and none of the "plots" in his mind could be used as a reference.

"Fox, could you help me analyze this excrement to see what it is?"

"Yes, but that will take time, and the equipment I have here probably won't be up to par."

Fox readily agreed, after all, he was one of Thomas's confidants.

"Thanks, I'll talk to Bruce."

Dior patted him on the shoulder, took off his white coat, and went outside.

Fox turned to look at the blob of green gel on the tray, his brow furrowed.

"Could this be a product of Pine Forest Farm?" he murmured.

After leaving the Wayne Group, Dior made inquiries from various sources and found two sacrificial sites.

Just as the panel indicated, there were no valuable clues.

In the evening, Dior returned to his former home, the house he had rented to Selena.

On the bedroom wall, a huge map of Gotham City was pinned up, with three large red dots on it.

"The blood of nine men is needed to wash away their sins. Now three have died, and one more will die tonight."

"I am the ninth person, which means there are six people ahead of me. Subtracting the people who are here tonight, I have four days left."

As the "Son of Gotham," Dio was sacrificed on the ninth day, so time was indeed very tight.

Within four days, he must end all of this, or at least stop the ceremony and find the people of Saint Duma.

The door was gently opened.

Dior paused, his nose catching the scent of leather and soap.

It's Selena.

She always approached so quietly, like a real cat.

"That scared me to death."

Selena's voice, sounding relieved, came from behind.

"It's you, Dio."

She patted her slightly heaving chest and put away the switchblade in her hand.

"I saw the lights were on inside and thought someone else had come in."

Selena walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, crossed her legs, and tilted her head to look at the Gotham map circled in red on the wall.

"By the way, why aren't you staying at the manor anymore, young master?"

I'll stay here for a few days.

Dior spoke without turning his head, his gaze shifting back and forth between the three marks.

He wanted to find the pattern of the sacrifices at St. Dumas.

"What are you researching?"

Selena moved closer, and her body odor became even more pronounced.

Dior turned his head slightly and looked down at Selena's serious expression, without saying anything to disturb her.

"Hmm...it looks like a map."

She looked at the densely drawn map for a while, then nodded seriously:

"Do you need your teacher, Selena, to help you broaden your thinking?"

I don't want to involve you.

Dior turned his head and gave a fake smile twice, then turned his head away mercilessly.

"ha."

Selena let out a short, ambiguous laugh.

"You rich people are really something. You can't even handle things yourselves, yet you still insist on being stubborn."

"Speaking of which, the troubles of you upper-class people are actually quite similar to the troubles of us in the downtown area."

Dio's fingers stopped, and he glanced at the other person in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Selena shrugged, sat on the bed, and began to idly fiddle with her nails.

"When I'm out on the streets, if someone tries to mess with me, I won't chase them all over the place."

She gently blew the dust off her fingernails.

"I'll go straight to the person who's the most capable of speaking."

Dior's mouth was slightly open.

Yeah, he could just go directly to Gallagher!

"You're a genius, Selena."

Dio, somewhat agitated, left after uttering those words quickly.

"Wait! Where are you going! It's so late!!"

Selena watched Dio run off into the distance, gritted her teeth, and chased after him.

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After getting inspiration from Selena, Dior wasted no time.

He first went to a florist to pick out a bouquet of lilies, and then rushed to Gotham General Hospital without stopping.

Tabitha Galerwin's hospital room door was ajar.

(Tabitha Gallerwin)

He knocked twice casually, then pushed open the door with a gentle, fake smile.

"Theo?"

Tabitha, leaning against the hospital bed, narrowed her eyes when she saw who it was:

"Dio, what are you doing here?" Her voice was cold.

"I heard you were injured. It's only right and proper that I come to see you."

Dior placed the lilies in the vase, and casually took a strand of her hair from the bed.

"After all, you and your brother have been secretly 'looking after' me, haven't you?"

Tabitha's eyes grew increasingly fierce, like a mother leopard about to go berserk.

If eyes could kill, she would have torn Dio to pieces long ago.

"So you're here for revenge? Looking for an unarmed woman?"

"You're right, I'm here for revenge, but you're not unarmed. You're dangerous, Tabitha."

Dior readily admitted it, the strand of hair twisting and swelling between his fingers.

Eventually, the hair transformed into a long, thin cobra.

"Hiss."

The cobra's triangular head was held high, and its scarlet forked tongue lolled out near Tabitha's ear.

Her movement to grab the fruit knife from the bedside table froze on the spot.

She's not afraid of snakes, but...

Okay, actually she's terrified of snakes!

But she won't admit it!

"It's such a shame that a beauty like you died, so I'm going to ask you a question."

Dio spoke softly, holding her chin and making Tabitha stare intently at the snake:

"Where is the St. Dumas's stronghold in Gotham, Tabitha?"

Tabitha's eyes flickered, and she could only grit her teeth and force out a sentence:

"That's a really rude tone of yours."

Dior's hand began to tighten slightly, and his tone turned serious:

"So, where is the Saint Duma's stronghold? You bitch!"

"Fuck! I'm not telling!"

Dior smiled, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"And what about your brother? Tabitha, you don't want anything to happen to your brother, do you?"