The gentle tapping was like rhythmic drum beats, conveying a kind of silent support and encouragement.

Her fingers were slightly bent, and her fingertips gently touched Bruce's back, as if she could transmit her strength through the thin clothes.

His arms moved up and down rhythmically, like a gentle brush, trying to brush away the pain in Bruce's heart.

Qin Yang said: "I know this is hard to accept, but you have to be strong.

Your parents want you to live and make them proud."

The voice was deeper and more magnetic, like a wise man imparting the true meaning of life to a young apprentice.

There was a determined light in his eyes, which was like the light of a lighthouse, trying to penetrate the darkness and despair in Bruce's heart.

His eyebrows were raised slightly, with a light wrinkle between them, a sign of his deep concern for Bruce.

Bruce wiped away his tears, raised his little hand, and rubbed his cheek roughly with the back of his hand. Tears and dust on his face left traces on his face.

With a gleam of determination in his eyes, he said, “I will.

But how can I repay you?" There was no longer only sadness in his eyes, but also a firmness and persistence.

That look was like a flame that was about to burn. Although it was still weak, it already had vigorous vitality.

His body was slightly straightened, like a sapling trying to keep its footing in the wind and rain.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Repay? No need, kid.

Remember, there is a light in everyone's heart that can guide you forward.

When you grow up and light up the world in your own way, that will be the best reward for me."

The smile is like a blooming flower, blooming in this dark night.

The upward curve of the corners of her mouth is perfect and charming, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

There are two shallow dimples on her cheeks, as sweet as honey.

His eyes narrowed into slits, filled with expectations and trust in Bruce.

Bruce nodded, shaking his head up and down. His movements were a little childish but full of power.

His hair swayed in front of his forehead, and a few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

With a new twinkle in his eyes he said, "I will, I swear."

The little fist was clenched tightly, as if holding a precious promise, and the knuckles turned white from the force.

It was a dark night, and the streets of Gotham City were shadowed by the dim street lights.

The street lights were like lonely watchmen, emitting a dim and weak light.

Under the light, countless small insects are flying. They are like elves attracted by the light, flying around the light in a disorderly manner.

Occasionally a moth would fly towards the hot light bulb, making a slight "puff" sound, and then fall to the ground.

The occasional sound of sirens broke the silence of the night.

The siren sounded like a sharp whistle, echoing in the darkness.

The sound came from far away, like a roaring beast running.

Red and blue police lights flashed, casting swirling shadows on the walls of the street, interweaving like a crazy dance.

Inside the police station, Officer Gordon and Harvey Bullock sat in front of a table piled with case files.

The table was an old-fashioned wooden table with an uneven surface and many scratches and stains.

The documents were piled up like a mountain, the edges of the papers were curled, and some were stained with coffee.

In the corner of the table stood a worn-out ashtray filled with cigarette butts and ashes scattered around.

The two men had solemn expressions. The coffee in front of them had already cooled down, but no one cared.

The coffee cup was an ordinary white ceramic cup with a circle of light stains on the rim. A thin layer of grease condensed on the surface of the coffee, like a layer of light mist.

The handle of the cup was a little worn, revealing the rough ceramic texture inside.

Officer Gordon rubbed his tired eyes and pressed the acupoints around his eyes with his fingers.

There were deep dark circles around his eyes, as if someone had drawn two circles with a black brush.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a red spider web.

With a firm look in his eyes, he said, “Xavi, we are one step closer to the truth.

This clue points to several unsolved small-scale crimes in the city on the night of the Wayne couple's murder, which seem to be subtly connected. "

His voice was a little hoarse, like the sound of an old radio.

The lips are chapped and the peeling parts are slightly raised.

Harvey Bullock picked up his coffee cup and wrapped his fingers around the handle.

The hands are large, with thick fingers and prominent joints.

The muscles in his arms bulged slightly as he lifted the cup.

He gave a bitter smile, and that smile was like a withered flower, lifeless.

Then he put it down and said, “Yeah, Gordon.

This city is like a huge spider web, and every thread may lead to the spider hiding in the dark.

But we have to be careful not to let those minions lead us into a dead end."

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands hanging on her forehead.

His forehead is broad with a few shallow wrinkles, which are the marks left by time and pressure.

Gordon nodded and opened a thick case record.

The paper of the record book has turned yellow and exudes an old smell.

The edges of the pages were badly worn, as if they had been read by countless people.

His fingers carefully turned the pages of the book, making a slight rustling sound with each turn.

He said: “You are right, we cannot be fooled by appearances.

Look here, this gang called 'Shadow Blade' has been very active around the time the Waynes were killed, and their funding sources seem to have suddenly become abundant."

His eyes were fixed on the words on the pages. Those words were like mysterious codes, waiting for him to decipher.

Harvey's brows were furrowed, and his eyebrows looked like two tangled caterpillars.

He took the record and said, "Shadow Blade? Those guys are known for their ruthlessness, but are they directly related to the Waynes? The water behind this is probably deep enough to drown a few sharks."

As he spoke, he looked carefully at the contents of the record.

His eyes scanned the pages quickly, like a lizard searching for prey in the grass.

His nose wrinkled slightly, as if he smelled something bad.

Gordon pondered for a moment and said, "We need an entry point, someone who can get inside their ranks.

Harvey, do you have any ideas?" He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his fingers unconsciously on his arms.

The clothes were a little wrinkled and one button at the collar was undone, revealing a small piece of rough skin.

Harvey raised a sly smile and said, "What a coincidence, I have an old informant named 'Mouse' who has been getting very close to Shadow Blade recently.

He owes me a favor, maybe he can pry them open.”

There is a hint of confidence and calculation in the smile. (End of this chapter)