Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 115: Straw and the Mad Hatter

While Vernon and Maroni were talking, Harvey was in the basement of his house, holding his cell phone and listening quietly.

"Even the people around him are mine, what can he use to fight me?"

Clear voices came out of the phone, and every word spoken by Maroni and Vernon was reproduced exactly by the eavesdropper.

A smile appeared on Harvey's face. When he heard Maroni asking Vernon to check the surveillance, he knew that the other party had taken the bait. He really believed what he said and thought that the camera was the only remote surveillance device in the room.

Who could have imagined that Prosecutor Harvey Dent would do this to his temporary ally? Overt surveillance, covert eavesdropping—this double-dealing approach was completely unlike Harvey's style, and therefore seemed extremely deceptive at this moment.

At the same time, Ma Zhaodi, who was cooking at home, was listening to the conversation between Maroni and Vernon through headphones.

That's for sure. Although Harvey himself would do the monitoring, Ma Zhaodi would certainly keep a copy of his own monitoring records. After all, this concerns whether his life as a salary thief can continue.

"I always feel like Harvey seems a little different," he thought silently. "He uses the positive legal system to prosecute criminals, and then uses special black methods to fight the gangsters who manipulate the judiciary. I wonder, did I succeed in preventing the birth of Two-Face?"

Everyone is busy, and the other two members of the golden triangle are not idle either.

At night in Gotham City, an unusually bright, high-power searchlight shines into the dark sky. What is more eye-catching is that there is a shadow pattern of a bat in the center of the searchlight.

A bright beam of light shot straight into the sky and hit the sky above Gotham City. In almost every block of the city, one could see this huge bat logo composed of light and shadow. After so many years, it had almost become a part of Gotham City. Everyone was accustomed to it, and everyone knew that this was a special means of contacting Batman - the Bat-Lantern.

Whenever this light comes on, just stand next to it and wait. In just a moment, the bat in the dark will appear behind you.

However, most people were in no mood to pay attention to this urban legend. Most people did not believe that the violent vigilante who liked to mutilate limbs and bones would have any good attitude towards them. Naturally, they did not dare to turn on the lamp to play with it. The first few people who dared to use it to play with it had seen Batman, but they were also scared.

Therefore, there are actually only two people who use this lamp most often, one is Prosecutor Harvey and the other is Sheriff Gordon.

"We've been searching continuously for a while now, and all the available police resources at the Gotham Police Department have been used to look for Scarecrow and Riddler, but..."

Sheriff Gordon stood next to the huge bat lantern and took a puff of his cigarette: "There is absolutely no clue about those two people, not even a shadow.

Batman stood in the shadows nearby and responded to Commissioner Gordon's words: "The Riddler has been frightened by the Festival Killer. Until we announce his arrest, he will remain carefully hidden and will not dare to come out to do anything else."

"But the Scarecrow... someone gave him a lifeline and helped him escape. So, either someone wanted to use him to do something, or he wanted to do something himself and asked for help."

"Either way, it's a big problem for us." Gordon waved his hand. "I hope they don't follow Alberto's example and do something weird on the upcoming Independence Day—I have nothing to say, do you, Batman? Are you listening to me?"

After pausing for a few seconds, Sheriff Gordon extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it under his feet and stomped it out. He turned off the bat light and went downstairs.

Wait for a response? There was no need to. After spending so much time with Batman, Gordon already knew his nature—if he ran out of things to say, he would simply disappear.

And he never said hello. Sophia has been a little confused since Father's Day.

Falcone has become a bit mysterious recently, and no one in the family knows what Roman is up to. As his daughter, Sofia is the one who feels this most clearly. On Father's Day, she gave her father a tie, and the godfather just said thank you after taking the tie and hurried away.

Was it Alberto's death that caused her father's abnormal behavior? Sofia didn't know, but her father probably did have something to do, because he hadn't been staying at home much these days, but was often running out.

Until today, when she looked out the window and saw the inconspicuous car carrying her father disappear around the corner - it was obvious that he didn't want to attract attention.

The car gradually disappeared from Sophia's sight. It passed through several blocks and twisted and turned for half an hour before the driver finally spoke.

"Mr. Falcone, it is confirmed that there is no follow-up."

"Very good, let's go to that place again."

Falcone looked through the dark one-way glass and watched the scenery outside the window gradually change, and finally came to the abandoned facilities area of Gotham Central Park.

No one would come here, so the Godfather got out of the car and walked into the abandoned facility, and soon heard a voice.

"Make cake, make cake, pastry chef~"

A tuneless singing voice echoed inside the facility, singing the children's nursery rhyme "The Cake-Baking Song". It was really not very pleasant to listen to. In this empty facility, it sounded like a ghost or a spirit was singing.

And this feeling of horror might be even stronger if you see the gloomy scarecrow singing by the red-hot stove.

As Falcone walked deeper and deeper, the singing gradually became clearer. However, in addition to the scarecrow's singing, there was another person's voice.

"Put it in the oven, for the bats and—"

"Tea?"

The scarecrow's singing stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to see a short dwarf in a green suit standing behind him, holding a tray of tea in his hand. The most eye-catching thing was the tall hat on his head. It was so big that it looked like a prop costume used in a fairy tale drama.

There was a piece of paper on the big hat with 10/6 written on it, which is ten shillings and six pence - obviously, this is the image of the Mad Hatter in "Alice in Wonderland".

The dwarf didn't seem to react much to the scarecrow's unfriendly look. He picked up the teacup seriously and ran to the scarecrow with his short legs.

"Would you like some tea?"

(End of this chapter)