Chapter 744: Night Rain Sad Song (Bottom) _3

He didn't give much thought to the cause of this failure, he simply expressed his dissatisfaction.

Perhaps, he was asking Alfred why the little girl ran outside, or perhaps, he was questioning Aisha what happened.

But after all, Aisha was not an ordinary child, she was a wild and untamed Chaotic Creature. After sensing Bruce's emotions, she ran away from Wayne Manor.

At that time, it was raining heavily outside. Alfred would definitely choose to follow Aisha, and at that time, only Bruce and the little girl were left alone.

Shiller searched the hall and upstairs, but he didn't find any trace of the little girl. He thought for a moment, then crossed the hall to the garden.

There was no trace of a child in the garden, but Shiller did find some footprints of Bruce.

Normally, Batman would not leave such a flaw. It seemed that he was very emotional when he walked this path.

Shiller had already anticipated the outcome, but when he opened the warehouse door, he still sighed.

In a crate in the corner of the warehouse, filled with blankets and quilts, Shiller walked over and lifted a corner of those, just as he thought, he saw a little foot.

Removing all the blankets and quilts reveals a little girl, but she was not breathing now.

Judging from the corpse, the time of death should not exceed three hours. The cause of death was severe malnutrition, coupled with hypothermia-induced cardiopulmonary failure.

Shiller checked her chest, wrist and neck side. Bruce must have taken some emergency measures, but this child at this age, after such torture, the probability of survival is very small. When she came back to see Bruce, she might already be on the edge of coma.

An adult in a severe continuous hypothermic state only needs 10 to 15 minutes to experience cardiopulmonary failure, and the little girl's poor physical condition greatly shortened this process. The entire death process may not exceed 30 seconds, such that even Batman's technological abilities could not save her life.

Shiller sighed, covered the blankets and quilts again, and just as he stood up, he heard a movement behind him. He turned his head to see a darker figure appearing at the pitch-black warehouse door.

Bruce stood outside the door, holding a handgun, but did not raise it, his expression was somewhat confused, as if he did not realize he was standing in the rain.

Shiller just took a step forward, and Bruce turned around and walked away. By the time Shiller got outside, he just saw Bruce, holding his handgun, turn a corner and disappear on the side of the manor.

Suddenly, a "bang" echoed through the emptiness of the manor, the sound of something falling was terrifying.

Shiller walked back into the hall under an umbrella, where he saw no figure of Bruce, but a side wine cabinet fell over, and expensive red wine was scattered all over the floor.

He glanced over there, and Shiller knew that besides the two bottles of wine that were missing when he arrived, two more were gone, probably taken by Bruce.

Shiller turned his head and looked out of the window. The roar of the Batmobile started, and under the lightning, a shadow raced towards the horizon.

Batman drove his car, speeding on the roads of Gotham. The night here was very quiet, only one car on the wide and straight highway, no obstacles ahead, he drove faster and faster.

The surrounding scenery became increasingly blurred in his field of vision, and he began to lose a clear sense of speed.

The Batmobile's unparalleled suspension system prevented him from feeling the vibrations of direct contact with the ground. He felt as if he were flying through a rainy night, much like the low-flying bats he often saw.

Batman thought he was heading towards the Batcave, but in reality, the direction in which the car was moving had completely strayed from his intended destination. His alcohol-clouded brain couldn't make sound judgements, and he was unsure where his journey had taken him.

Suddenly, he recognized something familiar about the road he was on. He began to slow down, identifying the oscillating buildings in his field of vision - amongst the layers of architecture he discerned a familiar silhouette.

It was White Community High School, where Dick was studying.

The dark automobile eventually came to a halt as the rain steadily increased. The light spilling from the high school dormitory was inviting, much like a lamp in the midst of darkness, drawing in many moths.

However, soon the roar of the Batmobile resumed. Lightning flashed, illuminating puddles along the road in a brilliant white, reflecting the passing shadow of the speeding Batmobile.

Only Batman knew that when that little girl had first fainted, he had pinpointed the source of the problem.

He had always approached these issues from his perspective, not only pertaining to the little girl, but also to Dick.

He thought the little girl needed treatment thus he took her to a hospital. He thought Dick needed to go to school so he sent him to the Church School. After some incidents there, he transferred him to a community school. It was too far, so he moved him again to another community school closer by. Because of issues at the boarding school, he decided he should live off-campus.

Upon realizing this constant environment change may have precipitated the little girl's mental breakdown, Batman pondered about what he was doing to Dick.

Looking back, he realized that Dick had expressed his frustrations multiple times, yet he paid no attention.

Dick had confessed his lack of interest in studies. Batman dismissed it as childish ignorance. Dick missed his choir classmates. Batman assumed it was natural progress of life. Dick didn't know what club to join in his new school. Batman thought he should be able to decide for himself.

He never thought about the potential repercussions of his educational methods. Like when he was taking the little girl back to her room, he didn't realize what he was doing wrong. But when he finally noticed and decided to change, it was already beyond rectification.

As he was carrying the little girl's lifeless body towards the warehouse, Batman felt the weight in his arms grow heavier. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face. It was Dick's face - and then it was Aisha's.

In his panic, he went back to the hall of Wayne Manor, but the mansion's fireplace provided him no solace. That's when he spotted a bottle of red wine that he had kept in his cabinet but had never opened.

Three faces circled round and round in Batman's mind - the little girl, Dick, and Aisha.

On the highway leading away from the city, the sound of the Batmobile's engine grew louder and its speed increased.

Suddenly, a sharp screech echoed as the Batmobile's brakes were slammed. The protection mechanisms activated with no effect. The vehicle flipped, the engine exploded, and a massive fireball erupted.

The flames, exacerbated by the rain, grew fiercer. Such an absurd scene could only occur in Gotham.

A blood-soaked Batman crawled from the wreckage of the Batmobile, and in his hazy and dazed vision, a gentle light enveloped him.

A peaceful radiance wrapped around him, but he knew it was all just an illusion. He made an effort to close his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again he saw something rolling in front of him.

It was a halo of light, glowing extraordinarily brightly in the rainy night.