The teeth are a little yellow and one of the front teeth is slightly chipped.

His lips were slightly raised, and there was a shallow scar at the corner of his mouth, as if he had been scratched by something.

Gordon's eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, let's start with 'rat'.

But remember, safety comes first, and we cannot let anyone know our actions.”

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

His body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

A few days later, in a dim bar.

The bar was like a corner forgotten by time, filled with stale air mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco.

The light was dim and flickering, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

A lot of the wallpaper on the wall has peeled off, revealing the mottled wall surface inside, like the wrinkles on an old man's face, telling of the vicissitudes of time.

The 'rat' lowered his voice, and the sound seemed to come from underground, weak and with a hint of trembling.

He didn't dare look directly at Officer Gordon and Officer Bullock. His eyes flickered and his eyeballs rolled around in his eye sockets like two restless marbles.

His lips were a little chapped and he pursed them nervously. Occasionally he opened a little and uttered a few words quickly, then closed them tightly again, as if he was afraid of being heard by the people around him.

He said: "Officer Gordon, Officer Bullock, I know everything you want to know.

Shadow Blade has indeed received a big deal recently, which is said to be related to a huge inheritance, and the death of the Waynes may be the prelude to the battle for the inheritance. "

Harvey sneered and said, "Inheritance? The Waynes'? That doesn't sound like a coincidence."

The sneer was like a gust of cold wind, blowing through the stuffy and depressing corner of the bar.

The corners of his mouth were turned down, and the right corner was slightly raised, forming a slightly sarcastic arc.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, with suspicion and disdain in his gaze, like a wolf examining its prey.

His eyebrows raised upwards, and a few shallow wrinkles appeared on his forehead, like ripples on a calm lake.

Gordon said seriously: "Go on, 'Rat', what is their next plan?" Gordon's expression was as solemn as a sculpture, his eyes fixed on 'Rat', his eyes full of concentration and eagerness.

With both hands on the table, his fingers tapped on the table unconsciously, making a slight "tap tap" sound, like a countdown clock.

He sits upright with his body slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

Mouse hesitated and said, "I heard they are looking for a key, a key that can open a secret safe.

That key is said to be hidden in a secret room in Wayne Manor."

As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing towards the door of the bar, as if he was worried that some danger might suddenly break in.

His hands rubbed restlessly on his thighs, and the friction between his rough palms and his pants made a slight "rustling" sound.

His breathing became a little rapid and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Harvey narrowed his eyes and said, "Wayne Manor? That place is now a haunted house. No one dares to go near it since Thomas and Martha were murdered."

His eyes were narrowed into a slit and his eyeballs were almost invisible.

His expression became more serious, and his facial muscles tensed.

He touched his chin with his hand, and the prickly feeling of his stubble made him frown slightly.

The image of Wayne Manor emerged in my mind. It was a huge and gloomy building, surrounded by darkness and death.

Gordon stood up with a quick, powerful movement, and the chair creaked behind him.

He said with a sharp gaze: “Then let us be the first.

Harvey, get ready, we're going to Wayne Manor tonight to find out what's going on."

His eyes were full of determination and resolve, like two bright beacons that pierced through the darkness and fog in the bar. He exuded an unquestionable majesty, like a general about to step onto the battlefield.

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Night outside Wayne Manor.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on the manor, like a layer of silver gauze, but it could not conceal the gloom of the manor.

The gate of the manor is rusty and the patterns on the iron gate are blurred, as if it had been smeared by the giant hand of time.

The stone pillars on both sides of the gate were covered with vines. Those vines were like countless green snakes, winding and entwining. Some vines even extended to the gate, as if trying to seal off this cursed place.

Harvey held a flashlight, and the light of the flashlight seemed a little dim in the darkness, like a firefly struggling in the darkness.

He gripped the flashlight tightly, his fingers turning white from the force.

His eyes looked around vigilantly, like a frightened deer.

His body was shaking slightly, not because of the cold, but because of the eerie atmosphere emanating from this place.

He said: “This place is so eerie that it sends chills down one’s spine.

Gordon, are you sure this is a good idea?" The voice was trembling, echoing in the silent night, like a remnant of sound swallowed by darkness and spit out.

Gordon said firmly: “We have no choice.

If that key exists, it could be the key to unlocking everything.”

The voice was steady and powerful, like a stabilizing force in the darkness.

His eyes were fixed on the manor, without any fear in them.

He moved forward steadily, and every step seemed to be declaring war on the evil forces in the darkness.

The clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind, and the corners of the clothes looked like dancing ghosts.

The two men walked carefully through the overgrown courtyard.

The weeds were so tall that they almost reached their knees.

The blades of the weeds were sharp and scratched their pants, making a slight "hissing" sound.

From time to time, the chirping of insects could be heard in the grass. The sound was like a low hum from hell, which was creepy.

Their footsteps were very light, as if they were afraid of disturbing this sleeping land of death.

Finally we arrived at the main building of the manor.

The main building is tall and dilapidated, and some of the bricks and stones on the walls are loose, like crumbling teeth.

A gust of wind blew, and the doors and windows creaked. The sound was like a painful groan, or like the call of a ghost.

It was as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them in secret, and this feeling sent chills down Harvey and Gordon's spines.

Gordon said softly: "According to the description of 'rat', the secret room should be in the basement.

Let's split up and look for it. You take care of this side, and I'll take care of that side."

The voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, but it was clearly audible in the silent environment.

With a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes, he gently pointed to the left and right, and his fingers drew an invisible line in the air.

The basement, after some searching.

The basement was filled with a smell of dampness and decay, a smell that seemed to be emitted by countless dead creatures.

Water droplets seeped onto the walls, slid down the walls and dripped onto the ground, like a countdown of time.

The dim lights flickered, as if they would go out at any moment. (End of this chapter)