Chapter 57

According to Yuna's description, Dick easily found the container with a special location.

——Sea view room, it is said that when you are in a good mood, you can jump from it at any time and fall into the sea perfectly.

Dick sighed with a headache.

In less than a morning's time together, he had already discovered that Dazai Osamu's suicide was not just a talk. He has taken action many times this morning alone, and all of them were serious.

To be honest, Dick really couldn't figure out what was going on in this man's mind.

...Maybe this person has no brain at all.

Gotham's ports and docks have always been a gathering place for various black activities. From time to time, some forces will order their men to shoot and kill one or two traitors or dissatisfied people, and then push their bodies into the sea. .

Of course, these are beyond the control of the current police department. In fact, the GCPD cannot control many things.

Putting such a large department here in Gotham is just in name only. The police officers inside are either colluding with gangsters or living in a muddleheaded way.

Anyway, everyone knows very well that the crime rate in this city remains high and is even tending to increase. Gotham is such a sinful city, so it is natural that the righteous institutions in it are extremely corrupt, right? ?

Thinking of this, Dick curled his lips coldly. It wasn't until Director Gordon and several other police officers who upheld justice appeared in his mind that his expression became a little better.

He carried Dazai Osamu onto the small bed in the container. As soon as he was next to the bed, he curled up comfortably and seemed to be still muttering the words that had just made him uncomfortable.

Dick: "...it would be nice to bring you back instead of throwing you on the street. People should learn to be content."

The black-haired boy fell into a deeper lethargy again, and his whole person showed an extremely fragile state. Curled up deeply. I don't know if it was Dick's misunderstanding, but he always felt that loneliness was always surrounding him.

The boy was a little too thin, as if he had never eaten properly.

——No, remove "as if" and the tone can be more affirmative.

Dick glanced at him with a complicated expression, and finally followed the original plan and searched the inside of the container.

This is indeed a completely designed place to stay. There are no superfluous things. It is simple and practical. It looks like it has just been cleaned up. In other words, it has not been long since Dazaiji arrived in Gotham.

Dick picked up the "Complete Suicide Manual" on the table, flipped through it, and found that it was really full of suicide strategies: "..."

This guy shouldn't have tried every one of them...?

Regardless of whether he has ulterior motives or not, he must never have this friend Nana!

What if he takes away his cute little girl?

Dick, who didn't know that the boy he needed to guard against was his little sister himself, put Osamu Dazai in an extremely dangerous position in his heart, and prepared to let him know what it meant to be an older brother if he saw him hanging around Yuna again in the future. Iron Fist.

"There are no suspicious items in the container. Based on the traces, it is inferred that he came to Gotham recently, later than Nana. But it is definitely not that he just arrived today and met us by chance. He has been living here for several days."

Dick whispered.

[I see. ]

Batman's hoarse and deep voice sounded: "Don't leave in a hurry yet, stay there." I suspect someone from the Black Organization might get through. ]

Dick raised his eyebrows: "Did you spy on them?"

Batman said "Hmm."

[Discovered. ]

After a while, he said calmly.

"Then do I still have to wait here? It looks like he will wake up soon. He is not a person who is easy to talk about." Dick glanced at Osamu Dazai again.

Not only is it difficult to use formulaic words, but he is also extremely sharp. Dick even vaguely felt that the other party already had some ideas about his hidden identity, but he just didn't show it openly.

In this case, he wasn't sure what Dazai Osamu could infer from his actions. Dick is still considering whether to leave or stay.

[Need not. She's already set off - you should be able to see her now. ]

[Be alert, Dick! ]

--she?

Dick raised his eyes thoughtfully, and suddenly saw the black muzzle of the gun, pointed directly between his eyebrows!

He was horrified -

how could someone point a gun at him at such a close distance and he didn't notice it!

Because all his attention was focused on the muzzle of the gun, Dick did not see the face of the person holding the gun clearly. He only roughly felt that it was a girl with dark brown long hair, so he ducked to the side at an extremely fast speed.

There is nothing around him that can block the gun, and the only thing he can fight for is his own speed.

There is a reason why vigilantes can jump around in the rain of bullets in the dark night. Even under such circumstances, dodging bullets is not an impossible move for him. After reacting and responding in an instant, he perfectly Avoid the trajectory of the bullet.

——Then he watched helplessly as the bullet began to disintegrate from the air, and then the blue-purple current flashed past, and the next moment it suddenly covered a distance of about one meter in diameter --> the distance

completely enveloped Dick. caught in the electric light.

The electric current passes through the whole body, and the feeling it brings is extremely stimulating.

Dick gritted his teeth to hold himself up from falling.

This amount of electricity is not fatal, it just makes people temporarily incapacitated. Due to his good physical condition, he can hold on and keep standing, but his expression looks a bit ferocious.

"If you have something to say, please tell me -" He was stalling for time in a disadvantaged situation, and at the same time reported to Batman that he was safe, but found that his voice had a slight change in tone. He suppressed the desire in his heart and sighed: "You are from the black organization. Is this a person? The person next to me should also be someone from your organization - Dazai Osamu? You came here just to see him, right? Calm down, we are not enemies." [

Scan ends. Richard Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, now serves as a police detective in Bludhaven. Entered Gotham City at 8:15 this morning...]

...electronic sound?

Wait, these contents -

the gun that can shoot strange electronic bullets seems to have been put away by the other party, and Dick, who didn't feel the murderous intention in the first place but suffered a loss in her hands, didn't dare to be careless at all. After hearing this cold and mechanical voice, my vigilance was infinitely higher.

"I didn't know that I was being investigated and followed by others."

Dick pulled his lips without any smile, and his attitude that was always easy to deal with when facing girls became cold and stiff.

"Following?" Unexpectedly, this time it was a female voice. It didn't sound like the one synthesized by a machine. Instead, it sounded like the other person's own voice. She said lazily and slowly: "There is no need to follow you. It's a waste of life. Waste of time. This could be done in a minute on Friday."

Since he was incapable of action at the moment anyway, Dick observed her carefully while she was speaking, trying to find useful information.

The woman has long dark brown curly hair, which looks as dark as black in the shadow, but shines with a gentler and lighter luster in the light. It is also curled in a chic and elegant arc, making it so beautiful that people cannot take their eyes away.

Her eyes are also caramel colored, bright and lively, and the length of her eyelashes can be seen from a distance as having an absolute advantage. Those eyes were shining with flame-like arrogance.

A person with such a pair of eyes would naturally have a matching appearance.

"Friday." The woman stood still, adjusted to a position that she liked and found comfortable, and called out without paying attention to Dick, who had lost his ability to move.

"Miss Stark, I'm here. How can I serve you?"

A man's voice sounded very cold but elegant and melodious.

Only then did Dick realize that although the first impression was of an electronic sound with a sense of electricity, it was actually closer to a human voice. It was unknown what technology was used to synthesize it.

Coupled with the weird bullet from before, this is probably another difficult person who has mastered technology to the extreme.

Dick always had a headache with all kinds of black technologies that criminals didn't know how to come up with. Although there are just a lot of this kind of things in bat homes.

But the person in front of me didn't seem as calm and reserved as their family. Just standing in front of her, Dick could feel the irresistible attraction and dazzling pride of her even though he was still so far away.

Facts have proven that most of the time, pride is not offensive or annoying. People with this quality will be like the moon in the night, swaying with fire, extremely dazzling.

"...Well, that's amazing. What is this? Artificial intelligence?"

Dick roughly guessed the woman's character and tentatively cooperated.

The woman with beautiful caramel eyes raised her lips, raised her eyebrows and shrugged. The arrogance and arrogance she inadvertently revealed was heartbreaking, but it could also make people feel itchy at the roots of their teeth and in their hearts.

"Hmm, it seems you are not too stupid."

"Miss Stark, through observation, we can conclude that Mr. Grayson has at least an intelligence higher than the average human IQ, but your conclusion is not valid."

Miss Stark: " Shut up."

Miss Stark: "Did I let you speak?"

Friday: "Okay, Miss Stark."

Friday: "Miss, you unmuted me 17 minutes ago."

Also In other words, his ban was lifted seventeen minutes ago = Friday was allowed to speak at any time.

"Oh, then you can forget about this. From now on, shut up."

"Okay, Miss Stark."

The artificial intelligence repeated dutifully and without complaint.

Dick, who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Do the people in the black organization have any serious illnesses?