Chapter 748 Theater Murder (Part 2)

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

Bruce felt hungry, but there was no ready-made food to fill his stomach. 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. In short, his legs were numb.

When Bruce fell, his elbow hit the edge of the steps. He screamed in pain and looked at his arm with a grin.

"Damn, it's really unlucky, isn't it?"

He said, but suddenly, he was stunned for a moment. He realized that there was no outsider here now, and he didn't need to act for anyone, so he stood up again with his mouth pursed.

And this time, he was attacked by dizziness. Not eating for a long time made him have some symptoms of hypoglycemia, but fortunately, his body was very strong, so he was only dizzy for a while and returned to normal.

Bruce walked out slowly, found the car he had driven, sat in the driver's seat, and breathed a sigh of relief. But just as he was about to start the car, he found that it would not start at all.

After repeated attempts, Bruce had to get out of the car to check the car engine. After opening the hood, he was stunned.

Because the entire engine was gone.

Bruce closed the hood with all his strength. He looked around and found no trace of the thief. This was very common in Gotham. It could only be said that the other party had left him a shell, which was quite a steal.

This car was not a Batmobile. It had not undergone those complicated modifications and had no spare engine. Therefore, it was completely impossible to start now.

Bruce looked around and found a public telephone booth on a nearby street. After he walked in, he called Schiller and said, "Professor, please go to Wayne Manor and take Aisha to your manor."

"Yes, Alfred is sick and can't take care of her for the time being. I may have to trouble you during this period. Thank you, professor."

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

This is the edge of the West District of Gotham, which is also a wealthy area. Every household has a private car, most of them have their own drivers, and almost no one takes a taxi, so there are generally no taxis here.

Bruce now has two choices, go back to the public telephone booth to call a taxi, or walk directly back to the manor.

This is not far from Wayne Manor, so Bruce decided to walk back by himself. Anyway, even if he returns to the manor, it will be empty, so why rush back?

In other words, he actually has a resistance mentality, hoping that the way back can be longer, so that he doesn't have to face the empty manor hall.

Walking out of the alley and standing on the street, Bruce looked around, identified the direction, and then walked to one 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 sight.

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

There are no owls now, but there is no Batman either.

Bruce stood at the back of the Gotham Grand Theater, not in front of the gate, so there were not many cars and no pedestrians, but from this angle, the Gotham Grand Theater was brightly lit, and the light from the windows illuminated half of the street.

This is actually very rare, because this theater is too old, and no decent theater company is willing to perform here in a few years.

Looking up at the light coming through the window, Bruce thought of what Alfred had said before, that the Angelica Troupe was coming here to perform. He had heard of the name of this troupe, which was a very famous troupe on the East Coast.

Bruce remembered that when he was at the Met, he had seen specific actor information at the door of a theater. The current leading actor of this troupe was called Alex Smith, a very handsome young actor.

He often played the leading role in Shakespeare's plays, especially when the protagonist was handsome in his youth. Girls on the East Coast liked to call him "The Dream of the Metropolitan".

The corresponding one was the leading actress of this troupe, Vicky Sandra, who was called the Pearl of the East Coast.

There were rumors that they were a couple, but they denied it. Because they often played lovers on stage, many gossip newspapers seized on this point and made a fuss about it. They often followed them and took various photos in the hope of digging out their deeper relationship.

As these materials played in Bruce's mind, he found that it had become an instinct for him to write down every piece of information he heard and saw, and then immediately review it from beginning to end when he saw something related to it, to ensure that he would not miss any important information.

But what's the use of this? Bruce thought that Batman had become a thing of the past. Now, as long as he put on the bat suit, he would become a street rat that everyone wanted to beat.

Even if he wanted to help others now, the victims would scream when they saw him, and run away desperately as if they had seen a ghost, without cooperating.

Bruce lowered his head and planned to walk forward, but at this moment, he heard the sound of a vase breaking from a room close to his direction inside the theater.

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

A female silhouette in a dress staggered to the window, patted the window twice, and then slowly fell down.

Bruce opened his eyes wide. He rushed towards the window without thinking. He stood under the wall and took a closer look. He found that there were blood stains on the place where the woman had just been slapped, indicating that her current condition was very bad. .

This room was on the third floor on the east side of the theater. Bruce immediately started looking for a passage to the third floor. However, the theater had only one entrance, not even a back door. If he wanted to get to the room immediately, he had to climb the wall.

Bruce found a drainage pipe in the corner, climbed up the drainage pipe three times or two, and then jumped from the balcony of the eastmost window to the balcony of that room.

He pulled the closed window hard, making a loud noise. When he looked inside the window, he found that a figure seemed to be frightened away by the sound.

But because his eyes could not immediately adapt to the sufficient light in the room, Bruce could not clearly see what the figure looked like. He could not even tell the difference between male and female. He could only see his panicked figure and hear a series of subtle and almost imperceptible 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 lying in the middle of the room.

Blood spread along her chest, dyeing most of the dress red. Bruce didn't have time to think too much. She rushed to the woman's side and reached out to hold 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. The leader shouted: "What's wrong? Why is there such a big movement?!"

Suddenly, a scream came, and Bruce looked up. In the bright light, he saw a familiar face, that was Miss Goethe. She screamed: "No! Miss Vicky!" What’s wrong with you?!"

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

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

"Oh, God! Mr. Wayne!" Another scream sounded, and Mrs. Goethe walked out of the crowd. She grabbed Mr. Werther in front and said: "Mr. Werther, you may not know him, he is Bruce Wayne!"

"Mr. Wayne, what are you doing there? Come here quickly, that body may have some... I mean... the blood may be dirty, you'd better come here quickly!" Mrs. Goethe waved to Bruce with concern. .

Bruce stood up and looked at the group of people. There were nine people in the group. Mr. Witte stood in the middle, the Goths and their daughters stood on the right, and another fat man stood with them.

On the left is another young man who looks somewhat similar to Werther. Next to him is the owner of the Angelica Theater Company.

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." !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 armor and costumes for performances. When he was half kneeling on the ground, his whole body jingled.

There were two other people, one of whom was holding a makeup brush and seemed to be the makeup artist of the troupe, and the other was holding a notebook and might be a prop artist.

More than a dozen people surrounded the whole house, and soon the police arrived.

When Gordon saw Bruce, he reached out to cover his forehead. He lifted the hem of his windbreaker behind with one hand, touched the side of his cheek with the other hand, and asked Bruce, "Why are you here?"

Bruce stood there, looking down at the body, without speaking.

But at this time, Mrs. Goethe stepped forward and said to Gordon: "Mr. Wayne may have come here because of his reputation. After all, every mailbox in our manor area has received the playlist of the Angelica Theater Company... …”

"In the East Coast theater world, the audience is allowed to visit backstage before the performance. I think Mr. Wayne may be here for this, just like us."

Mrs. Goethe helped Bruce explain a lot, but at this time, Mr. Witte raised doubts. He said: "When we rushed into the room, he was already here. He was the first person to touch the body. , there is a strong suspicion..."

Mrs. Goethe winked at Werther desperately, and Werther seemed not to have seen her. Ms. Goethe was crying aside, Alex knelt on the ground and wailed, and the others looked in disbelief.

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

He called Bruce out first and asked him: "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you? You should be quiet these days, otherwise you might really be wanted... Wait, why aren't you wearing a uniform?"

Gordon then realized that it was not Batman who came here, but Bruce Wayne. But how could Bruce Wayne be involved in the murder case?

The current situation has completely exceeded his expectations. Gordon is very clear about one thing, that is, if either Batman or Schiller appears at the scene of the murder case, it proves that this case may be in big trouble.

Gordon pressed his temple with a headache. 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."