In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 748: Murder in the theater (in)

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When Bruce gradually regained consciousness, it was already dark, and he felt as if he had had a dream. When he woke up, he had completely forgotten what he had dreamed about.

Bruce felt hungry, but there was no ready food to satisfy his hunger. He stood up, then shook twice, and fell to the ground.

Sitting in an incorrect sitting posture for a long time put too much force on his pelvis, resulting in poor blood circulation in his back and legs. Simply put, his legs became numb.

When Bruce fell, his elbow hit the edge of the steps, and he let out a cry of pain, grinning at his arm.

"Damn, you're unlucky, right?"

He said, but suddenly, he froze for a moment, he realized that there are no outsiders here now, and he doesn't need to act for anyone, so he stood up again with his mouth pursed.

But this time what attacked him was dizziness. He had some symptoms of hypoglycemia after not eating for a long time. Back to normal.

Bruce walked out slowly, found the car he had driven over, and sat in the cab. He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he was about to start the car, he found that it couldn't start at all.

After several attempts, Bruce had to get out of the car to check the car engine, and after opening the hood, he froze.

Because the entire engine is gone.

Bruce closed the hood vigorously. He looked around and found no trace of the thief. Stealing virtue.

This sedan isn't a Batmobile, it doesn't have those complicated modifications, it doesn't have a spare engine, so it's completely inoperable now.

Bruce looked around and found a public phone booth on a nearby street. After he went in, he called Schiller and said, "Professor, please go to Wayne Manor and pick up Aisha Go to your manor."

"Yes, Alfred is sick and cannot take care of her for the time being. During this period, I may trouble you, thank you, professor."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce lowered his head and sighed, and when he turned and walked out of the phone booth, it was raining again outside.

This is the edge of Gotham's West End, which is also a rich area. Every household has a private car, and most of them have their own drivers. Almost no one takes a taxi to travel, so there are generally no taxis here.

Bruce now has two choices, go back to the public phone booth and call for a car, or walk directly back to the manor.

It's not far from Wayne Manor, so Bruce decided to walk back by himself. Anyway, even if he returned to the manor, there was no one there, so why was he in a hurry to go back?

In other words, he actually had a kind of resistance, hoping that the return journey would be longer, so that he would not have to face the empty hall of the manor.

Going out of the alley and standing on the street, Bruce looked around, identified the direction, and then walked towards the end of the street.

The night rain in Gotham was very cold, but Bruce didn't care. He walked back slowly along the street, and soon, a familiar building appeared in his vision.

That was Gotham's Grand Theater, a landmark building in the West End. The last time Bruce came here, he was Batman and watched a big show about the execution of the Court of Owls.

There is no owl now, but there is no Batman either.

Bruce is standing behind the Gotham Grand Theater, not in front of the gate, so there are not many cars and no pedestrians. The light coming out illuminated half the street.

This is actually very rare, because this grand theater is too old, and within a few years, no decent troupe is willing to come and perform.

Looking up at the light coming out of the window, Bruce thought of what Alfred said before, the news that the Angelica Troupe was coming here to perform. A famous troupe.

Bruce remembers that when he was in the Metropolis, he saw specific actor information at the door of a certain theater. Now the leading actor of this troupe is named Alex Smith, a very handsome young actor .

He often played the leading role in Shakespeare's plays, especially in his handsome youth. East Coast girls like to call him "Metropolitan Dreamer".

Corresponding to this is the heroine of this troupe, Vicky Sandra, known as the Pearl of the East Coast.

There are rumors outside that they are a couple, but they themselves deny it. Because they often play couples on stage, many gossip newspapers seize this to make a big fuss, and often follow them, filming All sorts of photos, hoping to dig out their deeper relationship.

When these materials played in Bruce's mind, he found that it had become his instinct to record every information he heard and saw, and then when he saw the related things, Immediately review it from beginning to end to make sure you don't miss any important information.

But what's the use? Bruce thought, Batman has become a thing of the past, and now, as long as he puts on the bat suit, he will become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats.

Even if he wants to help others now, the victims will scream when they see him, running away as if they have seen a ghost, without any cooperation.

Bruce lowered his head, intending to go forward, but at this moment, he heard the sound of a broken vase coming from a room near his direction inside the theater.

Bruce turned his head instinctively and looked at the room where the sound came from. There was a warm light in the room, but at the same time, the figure blocking the light became extremely clear.

A silhouette of a woman in a dress wobbled to the window, slapped the window hard twice, and then fell down slowly.

Bruce opened his eyes wide, he rushed towards the window without even thinking about it, stood under the wall and took a closer look, he found that the place where the woman had just slapped left blood, indicating her current situation very bad.

This room is on the third floor on the east side of the theater. Bruce immediately started looking for a passage leading to the third floor. However, the theater has only one entrance, not even a back door. If you want to rush to the room immediately, you have to climb the wall. road.

Bruce found a drainpipe at the corner of the wall, climbed up along the drainpipe, and then jumped from the balcony of the easternmost window to the balcony of that room.

He yanked the closed window hard, making a loud noise. When he looked into the window, he found that a figure seemed to be startled away by the sound.

But because his eyes couldn't immediately adapt to the sufficient light in the room, Bruce couldn't see what the figure looked like, and he couldn't even tell the difference between a man and a woman. footsteps.

With a "bang", he pulled the window open, climbed over the window sill, and rushed into the room. Bruce saw a woman in a dress fell in the middle of the room.

Blood spread along her chest, staining most of the dress red, Bruce didn't have time to think too much, he rushed to the woman, reached out and pressed the artery on the side of her neck.

But unfortunately, this woman is dead.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in, and the leader shouted, "What's wrong? Why is there such a big commotion?!"

Suddenly, there was a scream, and Bruce looked up, and in the bright halo, he saw a familiar face, it was Miss Gold, and she screamed, "No! Vicky Miss! What's wrong with you?!"

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She rushed forward in a panic, but retreated a few steps because of the strong smell of blood.

In the crowd, a gentleman came out and helped Miss Goethe up. He looked at Bruce and said sternly, "Who are you? Why are you here? What did you do to Miss Vicky?" What?"

"Oh, my God! Mr. Wayne!" Another scream came, and Mrs. Goethe stepped out of the crowd. She grabbed Mr. Witter in front of her and said, "Mr. Witter, you may not know him , he is Bruce Wayne!"

"Mr. Wayne, what are you doing there? Come here, the corpse may have...I mean...the blood may not be clean, you'd better come here quickly!" Mrs. Goethe looked at Bruce with concern He beckoned.

Bruce stood up and looked at the group of people. There were nine people in the group. Mr. Witt stood in the middle, Gothic mother and daughter stood on the right, and another fat man stood with them,

On the left is another young man who looks a bit like Werther, and beside him is the owner of the Angelica troupe.

A little further back, another tall man was pushing forward. He passed through the crowd and rushed to Vicky's side, shouting, "No! Vicky! What's wrong with you? Call the doctor quickly! Quick!"

"Alex, calm down!" Another older actor rushed up and supported Alex.

Bruce saw that the man named Alex was indeed very handsome. He had long hair and was wearing a performance armor costume. When he half-kneeled to the ground, his whole body jingled.

There are two other people, one of them is holding a makeup brush, which seems to be the make-up artist of the troupe, and the other is holding a notebook in his hand, which may be a prop artist.

More than a dozen people surrounded the whole room, and the police arrived after a while.

When Gordon saw Bruce, he covered his forehead with his hand, pulled back the hem of the windbreaker with one hand, touched the side of his cheek with the other, and asked Bruce, "Why are you here? "

Bruce stood where he was, looking down at the corpse, without speaking.

But at this time, Mrs. Goethe stepped forward and said to Gordon: "Mr. Wayne may have come here for the name~IndoMTL.com~ After all, every mailbox in our manor area has received An Jie The repertoire of the Rika Troupe..."

"In the circle of East Coast theatrical performances, the audience can visit the backstage before the theatrical performance. I think Mr. Wayne may also come for this, just like us."

Ms. Gold helped Bruce explain a lot, but at this time, Mr. Witter raised doubts. He said: "When we rushed into the room, he was already here, and he was the first to contact him. The person with the corpse is very suspicious..."

Ms. Goethe winked at Werther desperately, but Werther didn't seem to see him. Miss Goethe was crying, Alex knelt on the ground and wailed, and the others looked in disbelief.

Gordon was so disturbed by the situation that he had to drive everyone out of the room, divide them into groups, and let them stay in other rooms, waiting for interrogation.

He called Bruce out first, and asked him: "What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you everything? You should calm down a little these days, or you might really be wanted... Wait, Why aren't you wearing a uniform?"

Only then did Gordon realize that it was not Batman who came here, but Bruce Wayne, but how could Bruce Wayne participate in the murder?

The current situation has completely exceeded his expectations. Gordon is very aware of one truth, that is, as long as either of Batman and Schiller appears at the scene of the murder, it proves that , this eucalyptus may cause big trouble.

Gordon pressed his temple with some headaches. He looked at Bruce and said, "Okay, what did you see? Who killed the heroine of the troupe?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "I don't know."