Chapter 1450: Birds Returning (Part 11)

"Is it okay for the two of us to run out alone?" Red Robin followed behind Red Hood with some hesitation. Red Hood walked forward with big strides and looked back: "If we don't run out alone, do you want to listen to their father-son affection?"

"That idiot Damian doesn't even think about it. How could Batman do anything without a purpose? He must want to do something by bringing us here. We can't let him succeed!"

Their heavy footsteps echoed in the empty, secluded corridor. Red Robin hugged his own arms and rubbed them: "I always feel something is wrong here."

"Don't tell me your sensitive radar is buzzing and interfering with your thoughts again, Mr. Great Detective!" Red Hood said irritably: "Going on a mission with you is not as good as with Dick. At least he is stably stupid!"

"Jason, when can you learn to speak properly? Restrain your weird temper! I'm just expressing my feelings." Red Robin looked left and right and complained.

The two came to the elevator entrance. Red Hood pressed the elevator door open without thinking and said: "These are all Batman's defeated opponents. We weren't afraid when they were running rampant in Cat Getan City. Why does it make you timid now that they have been defeated by Batman and locked up?"

"Haven't you noticed? The situation in this universe is very different from what we thought." Red Robin was still trying to persuade him rationally. He tried hard not to let that inexplicable chill disturb his thinking, but analyzed seriously: "Batman is the core of Cat Getan. If he is different, then the whole Cat Getan might be different, and Arkham Asylum might also be very different."

"That's why we need to figure out what's going on with Batman and Cat Getan here!" Red Hood walked into the elevator, his tone lowered slightly and seriously: "You don't really think Batman threw us here just so we wouldn't bother him, do you?"

Red Robin followed Red Hood into the elevator. He paused, hearing the implication in Red Hood's words, so he tentatively said: "You mean, Batman wants us to investigate the secrets of this universe?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Red Hood snorted coldly: "This universe is so different from our hometown. If Batman heard about these differences, how could he not be curious? Don't you know him yet? He wants to know everything about all universes and keep them completely under his control."

Red Robin felt Red Hood made sense. He frowned and thought for a while, saying: "Indeed, Batman might have learned about the situation in this universe from the Flash, but he himself was tied up with chores and couldn't come, so he sent us to scout the situation."

"And this universe might not be dangerous, just unique, otherwise we wouldn't be the first choice for scouts." Red Hood speculated: "He isn't worried about us being in danger here, so why should we be timid and scare ourselves?"

Red Robin nodded vigorously. He felt more and more that Red Hood made sense. Sometimes he had to admit that Jason was the boldest and most energetic among them, and this trait was exactly what his cautious and meticulous personality lacked.

Just thinking of this, Red Robin turned his head and saw the promotional poster pasted on the elevator wall. He almost instinctively used his detective talent to judge everything, so he immediately discovered that the glue on the picture frame fixed to the elevator wall hadn't dried yet.

"Was this picture changed recently?" Red Robin muttered to himself and walked to the wall. He stretched out his finger to pick at the connection between the frame and the wall. He beckoned to Red Hood, and the two of them pulled the frame until it was a bit loose.

"So many glue marks, looks like the frame was changed several times within a week?" Red Robin's tone was full of doubt. He frowned and looked at other parts of the elevator, and then found that the carpet under his feet was also a bit wrinkled.

Red Robin immediately squatted down to check. He pulled the wrinkles outward with his fingers, and then walked to the corner of the elevator to pull the corner of the carpet. Just after pulling it up a little, he found that the carpet also seemed to have been replaced many times in a short period of time, and the rivet marks were clearly visible.

"Come here, Jason, let's lift the carpet." Red Robin said decisively. Jason walked over, and the two of them pulled the feet of the carpet hard outward.

With a "rip" sound, the carpet was pulled open halfway. At the moment of seeing the real floor of the elevator, both of them were stunned—the floor under the carpet was full of blood, and it wasn't from the same person, nor was it left at the same time.

Red Robin was stunned for two seconds, then took a deep breath. He knelt down halfway and lowered his head to carefully check the blood traces, then said: "At least one man and one woman. The male blood remained from two weeks ago, and the female blood... has been coagulated for less than three hours!"

"Could it be that a mental patient went crazy and hurt himself, so he bled?" Red Hood asked.

Red Robin didn't even look at him, turned around and tore off the picture frame, and then found that there were blood residues at the seams of the elevator wall behind it. He shook his head and said: "This amount of bleeding is not a minor injury. Unless they went crazy and cut their own throats, or cut off their own thighs, the blood wouldn't splash so far."

"Murder?"

"I'm afraid so."

Red Hood's expression became serious. Just at this time, the elevator stopped. Both of them looked up, but found that the number on the elevator door wasn't the third floor they were going to, but the first basement floor.

"We might have missed the time the elevator stayed upstairs before." Red Hood said while laying the carpet flat. Red Robin tried to stick the picture frame back, but failed, so he could only put it on the ground and let it lean against the wall behind him.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a white male wearing a doctor's uniform stood outside the door. He was almost bald, but from a few strands of silver-white hair, it could be seen that he was very old. His hands were in the pockets of his white coat, and his walking posture was calm, but he was stunned when he saw the two young men in the elevator.

"Who are you?" The male doctor looked them up and down, his eyes becoming a bit vigilant. He tilted his head and asked: "What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like this?"

"We are members of the avant-garde art organization, here to investigate the daily life of mental patients. Look, we just knocked off the promotional poster on the elevator because we were too fascinated." Red Robin lied without changing his expression.

"Avant-garde organization?" The male doctor showed a trace of disgust. The foot that had just stepped into the elevator was retracted, and then he stood outside the elevator door and said to them: "You'd better hang the picture back quickly. If Mrs. Miller sees it, she won't spare you."

"Don't worry, we will, sir." Red Robin smiled and watched the elevator door close slowly.

But just as the man's face disappeared in the elevator, Red Robin was stunned and suddenly trembled all over.

"What's wrong with you?" Red Hood looked at him and asked.

Red Robin grabbed his arm, with such force that Red Hood couldn't bear it. Red Hood looked at him in confusion. When Red Robin met his gaze, he said in a trembling tone.

"The elevator door... in the gap between the elevator door and the floor!"

"What?"

Red Hood didn't understand his partner's meaning at all.

Red Hood's personality was different from Red Robin's. Red Hood was more accustomed to keeping himself in a dominant position, so no matter what kind of environment he was in, he was more accustomed to standing in the center of the whole space.

And Red Robin was a detective-type personality. He liked to stand in the corner and look at the whole picture of the space to ensure that he wouldn't miss any detail.

Therefore, their standing positions in the elevator were also different. Red Hood had been standing in the center of the elevator. When the elevator door opened just now, he was face-to-face with the male doctor, while Red Robin stood behind his side, forming a certain angle with the elevator door.

Red Hood didn't know what Red Robin had seen, but Red Robin began to frantically click the second-floor button closest to him like a madman. Red Hood grabbed his wrist and said: "What are you doing? Aren't we going to the third floor?"

"Stop the elevator!" Red Robin said loudly.

Red Hood found that he couldn't stop him, so he could only let him press the elevator button. A few seconds later, the elevator stopped. Red Robin pressed the open switch with a trembling hand.

Red Hood waited in the center of the elevator with his arms crossed. He wanted to see what kind of ghost Red Robin was playing. As soon as the elevator door opened, Red Hood rushed out. He looked left and right, but there was nothing outside the door.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, Red Robin took a deep breath. He closed his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth and said: "Look at the gap between the elevator door and the wall..."

Red Hood stepped into the elevator with one foot and stood outside with the other, turned his body to look at the place where the elevator door extended. The moment his gaze condensed, he covered his mouth—the gap between the elevator and the wall was stuffed with a woman's long hair.

Red Hood slowly raised his head, then turned around and looked at the elevator door frame. Red Robin clenched his fists and said: "Someone stuffed hair in there."

"This is not some performance art." Red Hood's tone was slightly more stable than Red Robin's, but still appeared a bit nervous.

And the reason he said this was because he could see that among the large patches of long hair, there was scalp treated with special medicine mixed in. The ones closest could even see the hair follicles.

"What are you still stunned for? Get out quickly!" Red Hood rushed into the elevator and pulled Red Robin out. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "It must be some lunatic who did it! I'm going to kill him!"

After the elevator door closed slowly, the two realized they had come to the second floor. This wasn't their destination, so Red Robin calmed down and said: "We have to find the stairs. I don't want to stay with that ball of hair."

"I agree." Red Hood turned and walked forward. He looked at the situation in the second-floor corridor, and then found a sign hanging at the corner of the corridor that read "Special Care Ward".

"Hey, hey! Look, the light in that room is on, and there seems to be someone sitting at the door." Red Robin poked his head to look inside and pulled Red Hood's arm with his hand.

The two walked over on tiptoe and quietly came to the door. The person sitting at the door turned over and discovered them almost immediately.

The door was pushed open. A man wearing a security uniform and holding a newspaper frowned, looked at the two of them and said: "Who are you? Not sleeping in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that he was a security guard, Red Robin knew that the excuse of being a member of the avant-garde art organization definitely couldn't fool him, so he said: "I am a friend of a patient here, here to visit him today, but suddenly had a stomach ache. By the time I came out of the toilet, the hospital was closed, so we were stranded here. Do you know how to get out?"

The security guard looked them up and down and said: "Your friend is a patient here, what is his name?"

"Oh, I can't tell you. My friend still can't accept the fact that he has a mental illness. I'm afraid you'll stimulate him."

"Alright." The man wearing the security uniform shrugged and said: "I have a map here, but it's hanging on the wall. Do you want to come in and take a look?"

Red Hood was about to walk in, but Red Robin grabbed him, looked at the man's bloodshot eyes and said: "It must be hard to be on duty here, right? It's too late now, we won't disturb you. You'd better go to sleep quickly."

After saying that, he pulled Red Hood's arm hard again. Red Hood looked back at him impatiently, and then saw that in the blind spot of the male security guard's line of sight, Red Robin used his hand to make a warning signal commonly used by the Bat family.

But Red Hood didn't intend to come back. He ignored Red Robin's warning, squeezed half of his body into the door, and said: "Thanks, where is the map? We'll leave after looking, won't delay you for a long time."

Red Hood's hand had already touched the weapon at his waist. The male security guard's gaze fell on the muscles of his arm, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, looking like he was comparing the size difference between the two. He leaned his body against the door hinge, seemingly not wanting Red Hood to break in so quickly.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, suddenly, the sound of high heels approached from far to near. The male security guard's face immediately showed a trace of panic. He stood up and burst out, pushing Red Hood out. With a "bang", the door closed tightly, and the lights in the room went out.

Red Hood, who was pushed unexpectedly, tilted backward and hit Red Robin. It took them a few seconds to stabilize their figures.

When they finally came to their senses, they found a figure standing in the darkness at the end of the corridor. Amidst their heavy breathing, an elderly lady wearing a skirt and high heels walked out.

This lady looked at the two young men up and down, frowned at their strange attire, and asked: "Who are you?"

"We..."

"I am the head nurse here, you can call me Mrs. Miller. No matter if you are doctors or patients, you should go back to sleep now."

"We are not..."

"No matter who you are, it's bedtime now!"

And when the breeze blew through the air, Red Robin smelled the faint smell of blood drifting from the other end of the corridor. ===== CHAPTER 1451 =====