Someone has been to the big pool that was dug out by oneself.
Lin En confirmed this in person.
The photo had been tampered with and taken away.
The stone wall behind the photo is full of claw marks.
That person must not be very friendly.
As for who it is, Lin En also knows it well.
This is DC's world.
There is always a kind of inexplicable and weird fatalism here.
The sons of heroes are usually heroes, and the sons of criminals are more likely to become criminals.
The descendants of good people can still become good people after a long time, even if they may have been a bad person before.
The descendants of the bad guys will suddenly awaken their bloodline one day and resume their ancestors' old deeds.
To put it more popularly and intuitively, the rich will always be the rich, even in another universe, in another messy world that has been restarted. Similarly, even if a poor person becomes a rich person in a certain parallel time and space, there is a high probability that he will return to his poor class under the control of the will of the universe.
Just like if Bruce Wayne doesn't become Batman, his father will become Batman, and if his father doesn't become Batman, his mother, his son, his apprentice...
In short, this thing is also hereditary. Moreover, it is a hereditary system across the universe, space and time.
What an endless despair.
In the same way, whoever originally owned the water in the pond will most likely be re-entrusted by fate in the future.
This can't be stopped by Lin En's actions.
……………………
"yes……"
"who is it."
Linn put down his finger and his face became calm again. He looked around, then pulled a chair from behind a table and sat across from Oswald.
"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply... don't be afraid, calm down. Look, I don't mean to hurt you."
Lin opened his hands and lowered his eyes naturally, seeing the blood holes on Oswald's legs that were still bleeding one after another.
"Oh, sorry. It's all a misunderstanding."
"Yes, it's... a misunderstanding."
"so……"
Lin put the letter cutter on his knees, calmly tore open Oswald's sleeves, slowly tied the cloth strip around his legs, tightened, tightened...
"Is it him? Is it me? Is it this person?"
Linn showed that smile again.
Oswald was frightened to see this smile now.
He really didn't want to see such a smile at all.
"……yes."
"Wuhu~!"
Lin clapped her hands, played with Oswald's head happily, and kissed his forehead.
"Thank you for your honesty. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"Yes...yes yes. I..."
"next question."
Linn interrupted him abruptly: "You were asked to lure Batman away, right? Where is he now?"
Oswald only hesitated for a moment, and there was a slight wind in his ears. The cold touch only appeared for a moment, and the next second there was a spurt of hot blood.
One of his ears is missing.
At the same time, Linn moved extremely quickly, quickly tore off Oswald's other sleeve, tied a knot diagonally and tied it around his head.
He bent down and picked up the still warm ears from the ground, placed them in Oswald's hand, pried back his fingers one by one and clenched them tightly into fists.
"You're trying to lie to me."
"No! Mr. Linn, I didn't..."
"Shh..."
Lin En pulled his right ear, pulled it to her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "I know where you live..."
Oswald looked up sharply and saw Lynn's thief's smile.
Despicable, cruel, vulgar, and hateful.
But Lynn herself still thinks that it is a warm smile full of humanistic care.
He flicked Oswald's wrist with his fingers and looked at the time.
Lynn continued: "Then, I'll ask again. Just ask once. Where is Batman. Where is that person."
"Batman is in the abandoned sanatorium on the river bank. I don't know where that person is. Mr. Lynn, I swear! I swear on my mother's name, I really didn't lie to you, I really didn't! Really! ! Please believe me! I really..."
"Oh okay, okay, okay...I believe you. I believe you."
Lynn gently hugged Oswald's head and patted his back, just like her mother did when she was a child.
"Oswald."
"...Yes, I, I am here."
"Do you still want to be the mayor?"
"I don't want to, I never..."
"Answer is wrong, answer again."
"I think about it, I never think about it, I never dream about it!"
"Good boy. Then, what are you waiting for?"
"ah?"
Oswald raised his head with difficulty, swallowed hard, and raised his head with difficulty to see Linn's expression.
He didn't dare.
So, he turned his attention to Gordon, who had been silent.
Gordon looked at him expressionlessly.
Oswald feels that the most difficult moment in his life is now.
"Mr. Linn...I don't understand what you mean..."
"Um?"
"I understand! I understand! But I don't understand it completely. I think... can you give me some tips?"
Linn removed his hand and patted his head.
"Look, those people behind you."
Oswald obeyed and turned his head.
"These people are the criminals you brought."
"Mr. Linn, I'm not..."
"Who are you."
"Yes, I am."
Lynn patted his head again. He continued: "Now, the Gotham Police Department does not have enough police officers, and the city is in chaos. I think a mayor must first be able to ensure that his city does not become a large garbage dump. What do you think? Woolen cloth."
Oswald's eyes seemed to light up. He wanted to stand up in excitement, but he forgot that his leg was seriously injured.
So, he knelt down on the ground.
He made no attempt to get up.
"Mr. Lynn, I understand. I really understand."
Linn patted his head for the third time, bent down, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them and a cat could hear: "You only need to remember two points.
First, I know where your home is. I know witchcraft, so there is no use in moving.
second……"
Under Oswald's desperate gaze, Linn picked up the letter cutter and stabbed herself in the stomach hard.
After pulling it out, the blood stopped flowing, and the open wound like a mouth was pinched by Linn and quickly disappeared.
"...We can't even talk about death."
With that said, Linn pointed to the kitten above his head: "Go and investigate me carefully. Investigate this kitten and you will understand.
Sometimes, hell and demons are not as far away as you think. "
Oswald tightened his ears and finally looked up at Lynn: "Sir, I am very sure that I understand what you said."
"Go ahead."
Lynn straightened up, placed the bloody and greasy letter cutter in Oswald's other hand, and also closed his fingers one by one and clenched them tightly.
"Go ahead, Lord Mayor."
"As you command. Mr. Lynn."
