Chapter 3302

"They're anxious," Ruth put down the documents in her hand and said, "They are desperately trying to find dirt on Gordon, but unfortunately, there's no progress. Someone has been lingering at Gordon's doorstep, but they haven't been able to encounter his daughter. This Miss Gordon is smarter than they imagined."

"Of course," Shiler curled his lips and said, "If that's all the ability they have, then they should pick their own graves as soon as possible."

"Of course they also want to start with that Nightwing, but no one knows where this guy popped out from. They investigated and investigated, but could only find that he has a relationship with Batman. But now is not a good time to act against Batman."

Hearing this, Shiler turned around, looked at Ruth, and said, "Regarding the upper class's attitude toward Batman, what do you know?"

Ruth shook her head and said, "It's precisely because I'm in charge of managing the Natural Disaster Fund that they don't let me know too much, to prevent me from acting on my own. I only know that Batman is very important to them."

"More important than Bruce Wei En?"

"Bruce Wei En is not important at all," Ruth said. "Without him, there will be others. The capital of Wei En Enterprises will not flow out of Cat Getan; it's the same in anyone's hands. But Batman is different."

"How is he different?"

"A madman with a brain like that is not easy to find," Ruth said bluntly. "Finding someone who firmly believes that going to the streets to fight crime can save this city is simply the most difficult thing in the world. Searching through all the mental hospitals in the world might not yield one."

Shiler frowned slightly and said, "Are you sure Batman was found by them?"

Ruth's hand stroking the documents on the desktop paused, but there was no surprised expression; she said, "Do you know the history of Cat Getan?"

"Which part are you referring to?"

"In the era of the Great Development of the New World, this was not a town, but just a village called Cat Getan Valley. It was ruled by an evil warlord, and the warlord's name was Arkham."

"And then?"

"But in reality, this evil warlord, who was reviled by everyone, wasn't so cruel from the beginning. It seems that it was only after he came to Cat Getan Valley that he became cruel and cold, constantly torturing the indigenous people living here."

Shiler frowned, because this version of the legend was different from the vast majority of universes.

In most universes, the story of Cat Getan began after the four major families established Cat Getan City. The Court of Owls also appeared only after Cat Getan City appeared.

But the story of this universe seems to have traced back to a much more distant era. Cat Getan at that time wasn't even a city.

"The so-called theory of the Cat Getan curse was spread at that time," Ruth said while recalling, "I don't have any family, but when my father was sober, he said my grandfather was a sailor, knowledgeable and experienced, and used to tell him stories."

"The longest story he told was how the Wei En family snatched Cat Getan Valley from the hands of the evil warlord and established a city. The legend about General Arkham was very popular in that era."

"Do you mean General Arkham was cursed?"

Ruth nodded and said, "Yes. People say Cat Getan Valley is a cursed land, and everyone who rules here will be infected by the curse, eventually becoming cruel and degenerate, and never having a good death."

"But the version I heard is that General Arkham left this curse," Shiler questioned and said, "Is it people infecting the land, or the land infecting people?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course. Because Batman is also crazy," Shiler walked out from behind the desk and said, "This proves that the legend of the curse is not groundless."

After thinking for a long time, Ruth said, "Regardless of what the source of the curse is, it was indeed the ancestor of the Wei En family who defeated General Arkham and ruled Cat Getan. If there really is a curse, it must have been inherited by him, so it's not strange that it finally fell on Batman."

"But it's so strange," Shiler thought to himself, because the settings in the *White Knight* comics weren't like this. The key is that the Batman of this universe is not the descendant of Edmund Wei En at all, so even if there is a curse, he wouldn't inherit it.

The specific story is a bit complicated, and Shiler didn't dare to be sure that what he saw in the comics was true. After all, the entire comic story is still full of doubts after analysis, and there are too many unsolved mysteries.

"There's no need to focus too much on history," Ruth said. "Let's talk about those rich people again. Their various self-rescue measures are ineffective, perhaps soon, they will think of other ways. Are you ready?"

"What other ways do you think they have?"

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse," Ruth said. "There are still quite a few people betting that they can make a comeback, and they are willing to help them gamble even without rewards. They may not be at a dead end."

Shiler was not surprised by this. Human nature is like this; you can't make everyone realize the unnecessary nature of the upper class in such a short time.

The current turmoil is seen by many as an opportunity to rise. Anyway, the rich will always make a comeback; if you help them when they are embarrassed, you will definitely be able to prosper in the future.

"The key is still Batman," Ruth said. "To let Cat Getan return to its original rhythm, we still need to let Batman and super-criminals fight each other. Super-criminals are easy to find, but superheroes are not. They will do their best to force Batman."

"What if Batman doesn't bow his head?"

"They will choose to change one," Ruth sighed and said. "Although madmen are few, they are not completely impossible to find. So many years have been enough for them to prepare a substitute."

"They have a puppet like Batman?" Although Shiler knew the plot, he still had to ask clearly.

Since coming to the comic world, he has followed a principle: the plot can only be used as a reference. If he completely believed in the plot and acted accordingly, the grass on his grave would be three meters high.

"I can't be sure," Ruth said. "But it seems it's not just a puppet under their control. Although it may not be a hero who firmly believes in himself like Batman, he won't be a coward without his own opinions either."

"That's right, paranoid people are easier to use than people without opinions. We all understand this truth. They are naturally the same."

"Do you want me to investigate?" Ruth said. "Or find a way to persuade Batman. Let him play along?"

"Don't count on Batman," Shiler shook his head and said. "He has no time to manage these things now. How is the White Knight?"

"His life is not in danger, but he can't get out of bed in the short term," Ruth paused again and said, "His little lover is pregnant."

Shiler widened his eyes slightly and said, "Pregnant?!"

He wasn't surprised that Harley was pregnant, because Harley was pregnant in the original work. But the problem is that the timeline doesn't match.

The White Knight in their universe timeline isn't married yet. Although they might have gotten together before, Harley later inhaled poison gas. Can she still keep the child?

If she got pregnant after Harley was hospitalized. Then didn't the two of them get together in the hospital?

"How long has she been pregnant?" Shiler asked.

"It must be more than three months," Ruth thought for a while and said, "It wasn't discovered before because no one thought that someone wouldn't miscarry after inhaling so much poison gas."

"Then her sudden coma a few days ago..."

"It seems it was because of this," Ruth said. "Her physical condition is very peculiar, and the doctor can't say for sure. But the child is indeed fine."

Shiler touched his temple. Harley in this comic can be called a god of war, the MVP of the whole game. Maybe she really is the chosen one.

"Does the Mayor know?"

"Not yet. I just wanted to ask if you want to tell him."

Shiler thought for a while and felt that telling the White Knight was fine. After all, the Joker inside the White Knight was dead, and it was unlikely he would come back to fight him for custody. Those two children were safe.

However, Shiler still said, "Better ask Ms. Quinn herself. But remember to tell him the Joker is dead, and her husband won't go crazy again."

Ruth nodded and then left.

Shiler sat back at the table. Regarding the history of Cat Getan, the clues he obtained were too few. It was time to look for some new clues.

In Dr. Thompkins's clinic, the midnight miracle doctor sat on a chair and let out a long breath. He had just sent away the last patient. Looking at the empty clinic, his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

"That guy named Gordon really did a good job," he sighed and said. "There haven't been any critically ill patients for two consecutive days. Once that guy with the lung infection is cured, my mission will be over."

"Of course, I can stay for a while longer. You'll welcome me, right?"

"Leslie... Leslie???"

Dr. Thompkins, who was sitting opposite him, came back to her senses, took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Sorry, I've been too tired lately, I'm always a bit distracted."

"No, don't apologize, what you need now is a good sleep. After all, you're not young anymore."

Dr. Thompkins stood up, with a trace of indelible worry between her brows. She put her glasses back on and said, "Okay, after I finish the last thing, I'll go rest."

"I'm afraid before that, you have to answer a few questions for me, Madam." A strange voice appeared at the door. Dr. Thompkins looked up and saw a thin, tall man walk in.

"Mr. Rodriguez."

"Just call me Shiler," Shiler put away his umbrella and exchanged pleasantries, "The rain today is really heavy. How is the situation at the clinic?"

"Piet, you go rest first," Dr. Thompkins said to her companion.

And Piet looked at the two of them, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"It seems you already know why I came to find you," Shiler took off his long trench coat, held it in his hand, took off his hat, and then said, "Regarding the history of Cat Getan, how much do you know?"

Dr. Thompkins just stood there staring at him.

"Fine, then I'll change the question. How much does Alfred know?"

Dr. Thompkins's complexion changed sharply. She stared at Shiler for a while before speaking, "Why do you want to investigate these things?"

"Out of respect for a good person, Madam. I hope you can answer these questions truthfully, rather than making me use another method to investigate," Shiler looked at her with a calm expression, "I know Alfred has a daughter."

Dr. Thompkins's hands clenched. After a long while, she dropped her shoulders and said, "I don't know much. But someone gave Alfred a diary, the diary of the Wei En family ancestor, Edmund."

"Who gave it to him?"

"A priest," Dr. Thompkins gradually recalled the scene of that day and said, "It was a street that didn't exist. We met a mysterious priest in a pharmacy there. He gave Alfred Edmund's diary and a whip, saying that was the most important history of Cat Getan."

"Where is the diary now?"

Dr. Thompkins shook her head and said, "I don't know. Alfred took it away, perhaps it's with Batman."

"Who was that priest?"

"I'm not clear either. But he..." Dr. Thompkins's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"What about him?"

"He wasn't an ordinary person."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because after we left the pharmacy, it turned into ruins in an instant. It might have been magic or something."

"Do you remember the location of that street?"

"Of course. Right next to the warehouse of the original municipal building, it seems to be called Bourbon Street."

Shiler's expression became strange.

(End of chapter)