Chapter 4250

Kent frowned. He didn't expect that the background of all these events could actually be traced back to a much more distant era. He said, "What is this case about?"

The sheriff sighed long and hard, revealed a look of recollection, and then said, "That probably has to be from when my grandfather was young. At that time, acrobatics performances had just emerged, and the circus was still a trendy thing. And this Flying Angel had a very high talent for acrobatics performance since she was a child. After following her parents on a trip to a big city and seeing an acrobatics performance, she started practicing at her own home, and various stunt actions were not a problem; she was only in her teens and was already very famous in the town."

"Later, she went to learn more professional acrobatics performances, and as soon as she went on stage, she received the pursuit of countless audiences; it could even be said that she was the founder of a school."

"In the process of performing, she met many like-minded friends, so they formed an acrobatics troupe together, which later evolved into a circus, which is the Kile Circus of Valley Town."

"However, when there are many people, contradictions naturally increase. In the circus, Sattian's colleague, the animal trainer Gingers, because of jealousy, or possibly because of uneven distribution of benefits, had a very serious contradiction with her. In the end, on a pitch-black night, he rushed into Sattian's home, killed their family of four, and burned the house down. This was a remarkable major case in such a remote place. The truth was soon investigated; Gingers went to prison and never came out again, while the circus was taken over by the family of the clown performer Borger."

The amount of information in these words was too much; Kent understood for a long time, and then realized that the clown performer Borger in the sheriff's mouth might be Linda's great-grandfather, which is old Borger's father. However, because their reproductive age is uncertain, it is also possible that it is the great-great-grandfather, which is old Borger's grandfather; anyway, it must be a matter of the ancestors.

"This case actually has many doubts." The sheriff was also outspoken and said, "There were no criminal investigation methods at all back then; in such a small place, no one would care how the police investigated the case. Anyway, someone died, so whoever had a bad relationship with him was arrested. Gingers was the person who had the worst relationship with Sattian, so he became the murderer."

"Okay. Then the case file? Can I see the case file?" Kent actually wanted to take the case file to show Batman; this kind of thing he is best at, as long as there are some traces, he will definitely be able to find out the truth.

The sheriff shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, back then an unidentified person sneaked into the police station, set a fire, and burned the entire archives room. At that time, there were only paper case files, and after being burned, there was nothing left."

"This wouldn't have been done by the real murderer, would it?"

"I don't know about that; all the things I know regarding this case are also passed down by word of mouth in the police station." The sheriff shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the fact that this case is too famous, I wouldn't know about such a distant matter."

Kent's brows furrowed even deeper. He thought he could get more clues, but now it looks like more mysteries. However, his instinct is telling him that Gingers is not the real murderer; the murderer should be Borger who benefited in the end. There isn't a single good person in this family.

"Then the woman calling for help on the phone, is it Sattian?"

"If as you said, there is a circus advertisement in the background... In that era, circus advertisements would generally be played during the prime time of radio programs, and the murderer also acted during that time period. Then it is indeed possible that it is the former Flying Angel."

Kent started to ponder. Although this phone call should be a clue leading himself to the town, now it looks like there might be some other plots that haven't been triggered. Not to mention anything else, in the plot, Bruce's daughter went missing, and they haven't encountered any clues related to it yet.

Kent thought for a while, and then asked again: "If Sattian's ghost is real, where do you think she would be?"

The sheriff was stunned by the question and said, "How would I know? If it weren't for you giving me this camera, I wouldn't know that ghosts are real."

Kent scratched his head. He really envied Batman's easy-to-use brain; such a pile of clues was placed in front of him, but he just couldn't figure out the reason.

"Since she called you, why don't you ask her." The sheriff said, "This camera can take photos of ghosts, so maybe the phone can also call ghosts. Why don't you ask her and you'll know?"

"That's right." Kent reacted immediately and said, "I'll go back now, and when it's night, I'll ask her. By the way, keep this for yourself."

Kent stuffed the camera into the sheriff's hand and then said, "Don't worry, there are no important photos here. It's just that your wife seems to have something to say to you; you can use this thing to communicate with her."

The sheriff's expression was very complicated, but he still kept the camera, watched Kent leave, then picked up a notebook from the side, and while aiming the lens at the notebook, whispered, "Dear, if you have anything to say, just write it here."

After Kent left the police station, he returned to his office. His colleague was a bit surprised to see him and said, "Didn't you go on annual leave? How come you came back so soon?"

"I really couldn't rest easy." Kent was outspoken, "Has that harassment call come again?"

"Of course, every day at that time, right on time, but besides you, no one dared to answer." His colleague shook his head and said.

Kent felt relieved. He knew that this phone call wasn't just a clue leading to the town; it definitely had some other functions. He first returned to his apartment, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then went to a fast-food restaurant to have a big meal, filling up his energy bar.

He raised his eyes and glanced at his health bar; fortunately, no health was deducted. After all, he was seriously playing the plot character and basically hadn't deviated. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that even if he confronted the evil spirit head-on, he still hadn't died.

He touched his chest and then said, "Don't worry, little one. No matter how complicated this matter is, I will definitely dig them all out; not a single one will be able to run."

At night, Kent guarded the phone. When the time came, the phone rang right on time, and Kent answered it immediately. Fortunately, there were basically no colleagues on the night shift, and he was the only one left in the office. And this time Kent didn't repeatedly ask questions like "Where are you," but directly said: "Hello, are you the Flying Angel? I sympathize with your encounter, and I really want to help you. Can you tell me what I should do?"

The woman's screaming stopped abruptly; responding to him was a silence, and then a buzzing sound of electric current came from the other end of the phone, and then the phone suddenly made a "beep" sound, which even startled Kent.

Subsequently, the numbers on the keyboard started to light up. Kent hurriedly found a pen to copy them down, and then discovered that this seemed to be a string of phone numbers.

After the numbers finished lighting up, the phone was hung up. Kent looked at that string of phone numbers with some hesitation, but still picked up the receiver and dialed it. The phone kept ringing with a busy signal, as if no one answered, but it wasn't automatically hung up either.

And at this moment, Kate, who had just finished teaching Linda how to drive, sent her on the road, and returned to Aunt Kane's house herself, suddenly heard a sharp and ear-piercing phone ringing sound.

That ringing sound was like a death summons, echoing continuously in the empty and old house. Kate was scared into a cold sweat; fortunately, she is a puppet now and won't have weak legs.

Kate took a deep breath, gathered her courage, thought about the evil spirit's ugly face, and finally walked toward the direction where the phone ringing sound came from, and then discovered that the thing making the sound was actually the clock hanging in the living room of Aunt Kane's house, the one that rings every ten o'clock.

A clock was actually making a phone ringing sound; this eerie phenomenon made Kate even forget her fear. She started to ponder, if this really was a phone, then which part was the receiver.

Kate didn't know either, so she could only try. She reached out and touched the clock's pendulum, and as a result, a person's voice really came from the pendulum: "Hello, hello? Sattian?"

Kate immediately recognized that this was Kent. She said, "What the hell? It's me, I'm Kate!"

Kent was also shocked. The two were silent toward each other for more than ten seconds, not knowing how to express their surprise. How could a phone call be made to a teammate?

Kent knew his brain probably wasn't good enough, but Kate, as Batwoman, must be stronger than himself. So he told Kate everything that happened in Westview exactly as it was.

Kate reacted almost immediately; she said, "Linda."

"What?"

"Linda is the only living person in the town; not only is she not afraid of the evil spirit, but even the water pollution and someone poisoning the water, she avoided them. But she herself actually doesn't have anything special; this proves someone is helping her, very likely the ghost of the Flying Angel, Sattian, that you mentioned, which can also explain why this phone call would be made to Aunt Kane's house."

Kent knew too few clues; he was still a bit confused. Kate didn't have time to tell him all the clues either, so she said, "Linda drove away from the town; I suspect she is going to Westview. You find a way to find her; if it really is the ghost of the Flying Angel protecting her, then she must know many things. Hurry!"

Kent hung up the phone, rushed out of the office without stopping, and rushed toward the only highway entering the city in Westview. However, he calculated the time in his heart; although this town isn't close, from day to night it's several hours, and driving would have long since arrived; if he goes now, it's estimated it will be too late.

But unexpectedly, not long after he rushed to the intersection, he saw a figure walking toward this side. The other party was wearing a red dress, her pace was very vigorous, she was walking very fast, and she was also holding that iconic harpoon in her hand.

"Linda!" Kent shouted.

Linda saw him and seemed a bit happy. She walked over quickly and then said, "Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you here. Kate called me and said you entered the city; she is worried about you and asked me to come here to pick you up. But she said you came by car; where is the car?"

"I don't really know how to drive," Linda appeared a bit irritable and said, "I accidentally drove the car off the road, so I could only walk over."

"Then are you okay?" Kent asked hurriedly, "You didn't fall, did you?"

Linda shook her head and said, "But I walked for a long time; I'm a bit hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, I'll take you to eat."

Ten minutes later, the two sat at a window seat in a fast-food restaurant. Watching Linda wolf down her food, Kent didn't know where to start. He thought for a while and still said, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the paper wrapping the hamburger that Linda had thrown to the side gradually unfolding, and row after row of handwriting appeared on the wrapping paper. Kent's eyes gradually widened.