Chapter 1167 Professor (30)

"Your father is Drake..." Batman's deep voice sounded in the dark alley.

He recalled that Drake was a well-known businessman in Gotham, and the Drake family was also a well-known business family in Gotham. They originally came from the United Kingdom and were now engaged in the car import business.

Because he always complained that left-hand drive cars were difficult to drive, he got a nickname called "Right-hand drive Drake". He was honest and helpful. Of course, he was able to get along like a fish in the city of Gotham, and The gang bosses also have a lot of friendships and can often help them get all kinds of luxury cars.

Drake protected his family very well, so the outside world had almost never heard of his family situation. If Tim hadn't brought it up himself, even Bruce wouldn't have known that the Drake family was actually an only son.

This is rare among the rich in Gotham. In a city with such a safe environment, having only one child is likely to lead to death. However, Batman soon discovered that Old Drake's son was not a simple man.

Tim first introduced his situation quickly, then stuck his head out from Batman's side and shouted towards the end of the alley: "Oh my God! Is that Dick? Dick... Grayson? Aren’t you the ballet boy from Palm Tree Middle School? Were you attacked too?”

Tim ran towards Dick quickly, even Batman couldn't catch him. After he ran over, he helped Dick up. Dick was still in a daze, looked at Tim's face and thought about it, and then Said: "I remember...you are the little Drake from the elementary school. On the third day of school, you drove a luxury car."

"Yes, it was me! But it wasn't me who did it. It was my dad who said he wanted to support me." Tim had a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

But Dick was even more embarrassed than him. He didn't expect that he would meet an acquaintance here. Did Tim see his embarrassment just now?

Tim helped Dick walk back to Batman and said to Batman equally quickly: "Dick and I were classmates for a while, but he soon moved away. I remember, at that time, he He studies well, can dance and sing, and is especially liked by the teacher.”

When Batman heard this, his eyebrows relaxed slightly, but then, Tim's next words made him frown deeply again. Tim let go of Dick's hand and shrugged. explain.

"But you also know that in junior high school, such children are not popular among their peers. My friends in the upper grades gave him the nickname Ballet Boy, saying that he was a sissy, but I I don’t think so, because when I was a kid, I was sent to dance lessons, and it takes a lot of strength to do ballet well.”

Batman's eyes fell on Dick, but Dick turned his head and didn't look at him. Tim noticed the awkward atmosphere between them and said with some surprise: "So you guys know each other? I thought you were just attracted by The passing Batman saved me."

Dick then remembered that he couldn't let Tim discover that he was actually Batman's adopted son, because in this case, Batman would be exposed as Bruce Wayne, so he turned his head and coughed a few times, pretending Tsukuru casually glanced at the puppet lying limply on the ground and asked, "What on earth is going on? What is that monster?"

Batman looked at Tim, and Tim scratched his head and said, "I don't know, I'm going to a banquet tomorrow, so tonight, my dad is going to pick me up and take me home. Palm Tree Elementary School is not far from here. Not long after we drove out of school, our car had a puncture."

"My father's driver, Uncle Willard, got out of the car to check the situation and found that someone seemed to have scattered nails on the road. We changed the tires of the car, but we were afraid of parking on the main road and blocking traffic, so we drove into this road first. In the alley, unexpectedly, this monster suddenly fell from the sky and attacked Uncle Willard."

But judging from his appearance, Tim may only be a third- or fourth-grade elementary school student. He always speaks very fast, but the pronunciation of each word is very clear and the expression is very logical. He does not look like someone of this age at all. child.

At this time, the limping Willard came over, with a little fear still on his expression. When walking, he deliberately avoided the monster, but when he walked in front of Tim, the fat man But his body was deliberately placed between Tim and Batman.

"Sir, thank you so much for saving Tiny Tim and I. I will definitely tell Mr. Drake when I get back and let him thank you!"

"But, it's too late now. I have to return him to Drake Manor quickly, otherwise, his parents will be worried."

He showed a flattering smile to Batman, looking a little humble, but Batman had no intention of letting him go. Instead, he looked into his eyes and said: "When you got out of the car to check the tire for a puncture, the monster was Where did it fall?"

"This... I don't know." Willard shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "At that time, I was about to open the trunk of the car to get the tire, when I heard a movement behind me, and when I turned my head, I saw this Horrible monster."

"I let out a scream and just wanted to turn around and run away, but I tripped and fell to the ground. Then, you guys came."

"You wanted to turn around and run away, but you tripped. So, why were you lying on your back instead of lying on the ground when we came?" Batman narrowed his eyes and stared at Willard.

Willard was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I just wanted to turn around, but I didn't succeed. I fell to the ground on my side at first, but I wanted to move back, so I landed on my butt."

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"Since you turned around and saw the monster after hearing the noise, why did you scream and almost fainted after we came?"

"Uh... because this monster is really scary, and... and when I first turned around, I couldn't see what he looked like. After you came, you used a flashlight to illuminate this side, and I could see clearly. It’s a little too scary to take in the details, isn’t it?” Velarde explained.

"The most suspicious thing is..." Batman took a step forward, looked at Willard and said, "Why are you standing here and accepting my cross-examination instead of just pulling out a gun from the car next to you? Point at my head and tell me not to waste your time, are you really the driver of Gotham?"

Willard's face slowly darkened, and then he showed a cold and cruel smile that made Batman feel a little familiar. He slowly took two steps back, looked at Batman's face and said, "It's well-deserved. Batman."

"To be a vigilante in the city of Gotham, you really need to have some skills." Willard continued to retreat, and almost bumped into Tim behind him, and just when Batman took out the batarang, Willard But he said unhurriedly: "You don't want to see the young master of the Drake family become part of my lovely works, right?"

"Bang!!"

"Ouch!!!"

Willard, who had a sneer on his face, covered his shoulders and fell to the ground. Behind him, little Tim, holding a shotgun that was completely inconsistent with his size, looked at the ground with a mocking expression. Willard rolled over and screamed in pain.

Dick and Bruce both opened their eyes wide, but Tim put down the gun slowly, looked at Willard and said: "You don't think you haven't been discovered, do you? You can fool my dad, but you can't fool me." Not me."

"You deliberately faked a car accident, killed my father's original driver, and took advantage of the situation to take on the task of transporting me to and from school."

"One night, I saw a figure sneaking through the garden and heading to the garage from the window upstairs. I knew it was you at a glance, because when you walked, your left foot always took a step. A little bigger than the right foot.”

"The next day, I encountered a car explosion on the way home from school. You saved me desperately and gained my father's trust."

"But what you don't know is that I have been exposed to all kinds of cars with my father since I was a child, and I know the structure and parts of the vehicles very well."

"When you threw me to the ground, I happened to see that the chassis of the vehicle had signs of tampering, and you were the only one who had the garage key, and you were acting suspiciously and had the conditions to commit the crime."

Tim smiled, stretched out a hand, flicked the surface of the car window behind him with two fingers, and said, "I pester my dad and say I like this car, not because I really like the paint on it. The color of the car, but because there was a gun hidden under the back seat of this car...I hid it."

Willard hammered the ground hard, his face turned red, and his veins popped out. He gritted his teeth and said, "You damn little bastard!!"

The next second, Tim raised the gun and aimed it at his head, shouting loudly: "If you don't want your head to blow up, just watch your words, you weakling foreigner!"

Dick was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't understand how things suddenly developed like this.

The fat driver, who looked like a victim and was kind and loyal, turned out to be the murderer. And Tim, who was still in elementary school and seemed helpless, actually pulled out a big gun and gave it to him. One shot, and moreover, intending to smash his head.

Batman stretched out his hand and stopped Tim's movements. He was about to step forward and pick up Willard. The puppet that was originally lying on the ground, seemingly motionless, suddenly turned over again and moved from his body. He took out a smoke bomb from his chest and smashed it on the ground.

In an instant, smoke filled the air. Batman's movements slowed down a beat. A black figure appeared behind the wall on the right side of the alley. Willard stood up and staggered to the wall, being dragged by the black figure. After climbing over the wall, the doll disappeared.

When Batman chased after them, he found that the three of them had disappeared. He wanted to chase them, but then he thought that there were still two children left in the alley. But it was dangerous. After thinking about it for a while, Batman decided to return.

At this time, Tim had opened the car door, threw the gun back into the car, shook his head at Batman and Dick and said, "Let's go, drive my car."

Batman walked to the driver's seat, and Dick and Tim sat in the back seat. As soon as the car started, Tim looked at Dick and said, "Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, right?"

Dick's expression froze immediately, but Tim shook his head and said: "It's not hard to guess. The moment the smoke bomb erupted, you made a defensive posture. That's the same as when you often followed Batman in Gotham. Kind of like the Robin guy walking around the city.”

Batman was driving while listening to their discussion. He didn't deny it, but Tim chirped: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone else. You are so lucky, right?! You can be a bat!" Xia’s assistant, I’ve dreamed of doing this!”

After that, he grabbed the back of the front seat again, stretched his head and said to Batman: "Can't I really be your assistant? I admire you very much!"

"No." Batman refused without thinking, he said: "I will take you home now."

Tim immediately lowered his head in frustration, but soon, his words made Batman a little shaken, because Tim said:

"I have been particularly interested in those murders since I was a child. When I saw the process of the crime and the photos of the crime scene, I would simulate the process of the murderers in my mind, and when I saw the answer to the puzzle, I found that what they did was almost the same as I thought."

"Sometimes, I am really anxious for those policemen. They can't see such a simple clue. Sometimes, I really want to go on the scene myself."

Batman was about to speak, but Tim's next sentence made him and Dick sweat.

"Sometimes I think, these policemen are so stupid, if I were on the scene, I would definitely be able to make a perfect murder case!"

Instantly, the car made a sharp turn, and Tim was shaken and hit the door next to him. Then, he covered his head, looked at the street outside, and said, "Why did you turn? Aren't you going to my house?"

"Your house is too far away, go to Wayne Manor to stay for one night, and tomorrow morning, I will contact your father to pick you up."

"Okay, but can't I really be your assistant?"

"... Let's talk about it tomorrow."