Chapter 307: Three Detectives (Ten)

In the past many years, the nights of Wayne Manor have always been very quiet, because there is only one male owner and his old housekeeper here. After the night falls in Gotham, the only light will soon go out, and the huge manor will be completely engulfed by darkness until the dawn comes again.

But this night, the lights in Wayne Manor have been on all the time. The sound of the ladder rubbing against the bookshelf broke the silence in the room. Dick frowned and coughed hard twice, waving his hand in front of his nose to drive away the dust in front of him.

He looked up at the rows of thick books on the bookshelf, his fingers slid across their spines, and suddenly stopped on a book called "Ten Mysterious Legends You Don't Know".

Dick reached out and took the book out from a pile of tightly packed books, then climbed down a few steps of the ladder and threw the book down. Elsa on the ground jumped high, caught the book, and then swung her short legs to put this big book that she couldn't even hold in her arms into a pile of books next to her.

Dick climbed up the ladder in two or three steps and continued to search in the bookshelf. As he searched, he said to himself: "The life of rich people is richer than I thought..."

He looked up at the reading room. This is the library of Wayne Manor, located in the tower on the western side of the manor. The entire reading room occupies an entire floor of the tower. There are hundreds of rows of bookshelves and countless books, which are stacked in a circular shape.

The entire reading room retains a strong British style. The reddish-brown bookshelves are decorated in a naturalistic style. In the center of the reading room is a row of circular sofas and several semicircular desks.

"If I could live in a house like this before, I would be so happy, but this is just a place to put books."

Dick muttered in a low voice, he took another book from the bookshelf, then climbed down the ladder, put the book on the top of the pile of books that Aisha had stacked, then picked up the pile of books and walked towards the center of the reading room.

There, Bruce was looking down at one of the books. Dick walked over and put the thick pile of books on the table. He patted the top book and said, "Mr. Wayne, these are all the books with occult keywords in Area B. I arranged them in chronological order. The older the books are, the closer they are to the top."

Bruce drank a sip of water and nodded. Dick took Aisha to another area and continued to find books for Bruce.

Even Batman had to admit that having such an assistant really saved him a lot of trouble, and Dick and him had a tacit understanding. Bruce was indeed reading these books in chronological order. He didn't say this, but Dick sorted out the books in sync.

To say why he was reading here, we have to start from the last time he and Constantine parted.

Batman learned from Constantine that Mrs. Sanchez might be using all the children in Gotham to practice. He couldn't just sit back and watch this, but Batman had almost no research on mysticism. Constantine seemed completely unreliable, and Batman didn't want to point to others, so he planned to study this knowledge himself.

But for a complete outsider, it is very difficult to practice on his own without a mentor to lead the way. Batman can only find the old priest of Gotham Cathedral.

Batman did not forget that when the priest stayed in the church, he could use the mysterious wine pool under the church to gain some special abilities. He thought, this might help him study mysticism?

He came to the church at dusk. The priest was not surprised by his appearance. After listening to his purpose, the old priest shook his head and said, "As a clergyman, I certainly know that such a circle exists, but I advise you not to deal with them, because most of them trade with the devil in exchange for special powers."

"There will be no good end to doing this. Maybe for a while, they can gain extremely powerful power, just like those fantasy novels, but they will inevitably pay an unimaginable price for this power, which will be a pain worse than death."

"You misunderstood. I don't want to gain power in this way, but I hope to find a way to deal with this power,"

Batman stood in the shadow of the church. He said to the priest. The father said, "Now many people are in danger because of this terrible power, but I know nothing about it."

The priest paused while wiping the cross in his hand, and said, "If you just want to know about this knowledge, then you shouldn't come to me."

"Who should I go to?"

"You should know that the heyday of mysticism has passed. Most people now do not respect ghosts or believe in God, especially in Gotham, but in the last era, a wave of black magic rose throughout the East Coast. If you want to know this knowledge, it is best to find it from history."

"There are not many ancient families in Gotham, but there are always one or two. Ancient families are the same. They like to record history and collect collections. Maybe you can find some traces of that era in these things..."

So, Bruce began to look for the waves hidden under the surface of that era in the Wayne family's collection of books.

Anything related to occultism has an obscure and weird beauty. They are good at using some words and word order that ordinary people don't use to describe a thing. The words are full of various code words, as if rejecting every ordinary person's exploration of it.

But if you look at these stories with a rational attitude, you will find that they are just stories. The logic of the story itself is no different from those children's books written in fairy tales, and many of the concepts mentioned in them are just ordinary people's imagination of this mysterious circle, which is completely unfounded.

The clouds outside the window flew faster and faster, and Bruce turned the pages faster and faster. Dick walked back and forth one by one. Bruce finished reading more and more books, and the books he didn't read became fewer and fewer. In the end, Dick had found all the books with occult keywords, sat opposite Bruce, and started reading books.

He read much slower than Bruce, because Bruce read these stories just to find information, while Dick was really attracted by these mysterious stories. Elsa sat next to him and pretended to read, but every once in a while, a page would be missing from the book, all swallowed by Elsa.

Dick was fascinated by the book until the sound of Bruce putting down the water cup startled him. He raised his head and found that the pile of books next to Bruce had been read. He closed the book and asked Bruce: "Did you find anything, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce looked at the book Dick was reading. Dick saw his eyes and looked down at the book in front of him. He said: "Oh, this is the 'Ten Mysterious Legends' I just got. It's pretty good..."

"What's in it?"

"Well..." Dick hesitated, a little unsure of how to answer. Bruce drank a sip of water and said: "This is not an exam, nor is it a homework assignment for reading notes. I just want to try a different perspective to see if I can I can't find new ideas."

"Okay, there are ten stories recorded here. I just saw the end of the second one. The first legend is about werewolves, and the second story is about a suicide town. I think the second story is more interesting..."

"Do you think there are clues that can be used in it?"

"Clues?" Dick asked in confusion: "Isn't this just a ghost story? Where are the clues?"

Bruce took his eyes away from Dick and looked at the book in his hand. This book introduced various magic circles and exaggerated the functions of these magic circles, but most of them looked like children's graffiti, and the examples cited were inconsistent with reality.

Bruce said to Dick: "If you are sleepy, go to bed, I will continue to read for a while."

As he said, he walked to the bookshelf and began to look for some books about history. This kind of fantasy story cannot provide detailed and reliable clues, so perhaps some traces can be found in the history of Gotham City's development.

After Bruce found the book, he sat down again, but Dick and Aisha didn't leave. Dick looked up and asked him: "Is the legend of the witch true? The souls of children who have eaten candy are sold to the devil?"

Dick propped his face with his hand and said: "I feel a little strange. If Mrs. Sanchez is really a witch, why did she come to Gotham?"

"When my parents came to Gotham, they were forced to do so. Except for the circus here, they couldn't find another job on the entire East Coast, so we had to come here."

"If there were other choices, we would definitely not come to this city. The weather here is bad and dangerous, and people have bad tempers and are difficult to get along with. If we weren't desperate, we wouldn't come here."

"But, since Mrs. Sanchez is a witch, she should be much stronger than us, right? Why did she have to come to Gotham?"

"The children here and other There is nothing special about children. If you have to say what you want, it is the child here more violent and difficult ... "Bruce's hand stopped, and Dick saw this action and said," Oh, sorry, do I disturb you? "I have finished saying, this is actually a very simple truth. If the foreigners do not have no way, it should not come here, right?" The frequency of Sri Lanka is always very stable, and the tone of the tone when she speaks is not ups and downs. It sounds lethargic.

Bruce lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. On the cover of the book was written: "The Notes of Solomon Wayne".