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Chapter 170: The Long Easter (10)

Batman is currently on the rooftop of a building in the West District, following the clues of the Easter egg hunt.

The holiday killer didn't leave any specific clues about the Easter egg he gave to the Gang leader, but he shouldn't have given it to Bruce Wayne.

The area around Wayne Manor is full of cameras set up by Batman, and two of the cameras located at the front gate captured a figure.

It was a newspaper delivery boy who traveled back and forth between the South District and East District. This kind of newspaper boy often travels between the wealthy southern district and the printing factory, and hardly anyone notices their presence.

The camera did not capture the newspaper boy's face, but it did capture his clothing. Finally, Batman found him at a newspaper printing factory in the East District.

This newspaper boy didn't know much information, he only told Batman that someone had paid them to deliver the Easter egg.

This kind of work is common among newspaper boys. They often have a fixed gathering point, and some people who need errands done will go to their gathering point to hire them to deliver things to others.

These newspaper boys are very familiar with Gotham's terrain and routes, and for the convenience of the people of Gotham, it is a common practice not to make things difficult for these errand boys. So many people like to hire them to deliver food, keys, or beer.

Batman came to the gathering point of the newspaper boys, and the children described the appearance of the holiday killer, but it was not useful. They don't care who the client is when they take the job, as long as it is not a dangerous item that could be robbed. They take any job, and there are too many people coming every day to remember specific appearances.

However, one of the more clever newspaper boys provided an important clue. He said he smelled a chemical agent on the person who hired them, which was a bit like gunpowder.

Following this clue, Batman investigated all the chemical factories in Gotham City.

There are actually many chemical factories in Gotham City, but they need to be divided into large and small ones. After experiencing floods and freezing disasters, most small chemical factories have stopped production, and only a few production lines can continue to operate.

There are only four or five chemical factories that can operate normally, and the investigation didn't take Batman too much time. In the end, he locked his gaze on a chemical factory in the West District.

This chemical factory is located underground in the West District. It is not large in scale and has very few production lines. Their assembly line is not advanced, and the products they produce are not important. In theory, they should have closed down along with other small chemical factories.

After the disaster, almost all of Gotham's underground structures were destroyed, and this underground chemical factory was almost buried. The building was severely damaged, and more than half of it collapsed. Most of the production lines were paralyzed, but even so, there were still signs of people nearby.

What kind of goods need to be produced at this time?

Batman picked the lock of the back door and walked in along the door gap. He put on his night vision goggles and saw chaos inside the chemical factory.

The southeast corner had collapsed, with debris and broken walls all over the floor. Many boxes were crushed under the wall, and some slime flowed out. The night vision goggles couldn't see what the slime was, so he walked closer.

Soon, Batman smelled a stench. He approached and found that all of the boxes were smashed eggs. The egg yolk and egg white flowed all over the floor, and no one had cleaned it up. It was about to ferment, emitting a strong smell.

Further away, some boxes were not affected. Batman walked over and saw that they were processed eggshells.

Easter eggs are not painted directly on raw eggs. The eggs selected as Easter egg materials must be processed. If they are not emptied, they also need to be soaked in chemicals to make the surface suitable for painting. If they are emptied, other methods must be used to maintain the hardness of the eggshell.

It seems that there are both types of Easter egg materials stored here, but some of the unemptied eggs have been crushed by the collapsed wall.

Batman walked up and picked up an eggshell. This eggshell had been processed but had not yet been painted. He took several of these eggshells back to Wayne Manor for comparison.

Several different Easter eggs were placed on the lab table. The first was the one the holiday killer sent to Bruce, which Batman didn't touch, so it didn't explode and still maintained its shape.

The other one was the one Schiller gave him, the smiling Easter egg he drew himself, and the other was the unpainted Easter eggshell that Batman brought back from the warehouse.

It is very obvious that the first and third Easter eggs are almost identical, whether it is the size and shape of the goose egg or the processing method, they are completely consistent.

In contrast, Schiller obviously just randomly found a goose egg, which doesn't even look like a farm-raised goose egg, but more like a swan egg taken from a nest.

It is too small, obviously not suitable in size, hasn't been processed in any way, and was directly painted without any treatment. The surface of the eggshell is too smooth to hold the paint, so the smiling face on it looks somewhat distorted.

That is to say, these Easter eggs that were given to Gang Boss and upper-class people were from the West District chemical plant.

"West District Chemical Plant..." Batman muttered softly, he suddenly paused, then left Wayne Manor quickly and drove the Batmobile to Gotham Police Station.

Gordon had just finished a busy day and was about to go home when he heard a noise behind him in the corner of the wall. Without even looking, he said, "What's up, Batman?"

"Last time's tape..."

"Tape? Oh, you mean the one with Schiller's phone records? It's in the evidence room, but the staff there has already gone home..."

Before Gordon could finish his words, Batman had already disappeared. Gordon shook his head, thinking that it wasn't a bad idea to let that dangerous thing be kept by this strange man, so that no one would be curious enough to listen to it someday.

Batman came to a dark evidence room, found the tape, and put it into the recorder. After a rustling noise, Schiller's voice rang out again, "Their cargo from the No.9 plantation is following the route of Old Wilkin, passing through three streets in the East District..."

Batman twisted the button on the recorder and fast-forwarded a bit, "Are you worried about this? You don't have to be, as far as I know, that underground chemical plant in the West District is also Falcone's industry...after The Godfather handed it over to Evans, they started shipping goods through Elizabeth Street, but later, it was closed for a long time due to poor management. You don't have to worry about The Godfather caring about such a small profit..."

"Chemical plant? Evans? Evans Falcone..." Batman's voice echoed in the dark room.

Just then, Batman's phone rang sharply. When he answered it, Copperpot's voice came through, "Evans!! It's Evans!! He has a knife...he wants to kill me...no, he's not...cough...hurry, hurry to Gotham Cathedral and stop him..."

Batman looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window.

When Batman arrived at the Gotham Cathedral, it seemed like Evans was already waiting for him.

Evans stood at the crack in the center of the Cathedral, watching the shimmering light inside the crack. Batman smelled a dizzying scent, like highly evaporated alcohol.

He landed from the window and stood in front of Evans, who ignored him and instead knelt on the ground, staring straight at the crack.

"Who are you?" Batman asked.

"Who am I? Don't you recognize me? I'm your classmate..."

"You're not Evans."

The person opposite let out a cold laugh and said, "Don't mention that name to me. He's just a fake. I am the real Falcone."

"Are you his alter ego?"

"No, he is my alter ego."

The man opposite stood up, his blond hair becoming somewhat eerie under the moonlight. He showed a cold expression that Evans had never shown before and said, "I said, I am Falcone, Alberto Falcone."

"Then you're his alter ego."

Alberto became a little irritated. He frowned, squinted his eyes, and his green eyes contained anger. His voice was very low, sounding completely different from Evans.

"I have always been Alberto!"

"Isn't Alberto already dead?"

"Heh... that farce back then really fooled a lot of people." Alberto said with a cold laugh, "Am I dead? Of course not, only a fool replaced me."

"It seems like this is going to be a long story, but it doesn't matter..." Batman pulled out a batarang from his waist and said, "Tonight is Easter night, it should be a long night, you can think slowly."

"You're the holiday killer, aren't you?"

"Yes, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Batman threw something at Alberto. Alberto quickly dodged to the side, and then turned his head to see that it was a broken Easter egg.

"Damn it, are you playing with me?"

"No. This is an Easter gift from someone to you, but it's broken now because you didn't catch it. It has nothing to do with me."

"Don't try to distract me with these tricks. My goal has already been achieved, and no one can stop me."

"Is that so? You call yourself the holiday killer, but you didn't kill anyone on Easter. The only person you killed was Principal Sheldon, and your methods were rough and full of flaws."

When Batman spoke in that calm and steady tone, it always infuriated people.

"Do you think you're so clever? Wearing a tight suit and pretending to be a superhero?"

"But at least I found you. Oh, no...it wasn't me who found you, it was that inconspicuous Copperpot."

When Copperpot was mentioned, Alberto seemed really angry. He said, "That damn kid, he almost ruined my plan..."

"So, did you make a mistake? Faced with a short and weak poor boy, the first person you wanted to kill on Easter, and under the best preparations, you still couldn't kill him."

"I didn't even want to kill him. If it wasn't for him giving those stupid ideas to Evans, I wouldn't have laid a hand on him. He's completely unimportant!"

"So that's why I said your technique is rough, with many flaws that anyone can see. Copperpot is a dangerous person."

"Yeah..." Alberto let out a cold laugh. "A pitiful little guy who lost his father. He doesn't know that his father's death was no coincidence."

Then, as if venting something, he said, "Funeral? Yeah, I died. Many people attended my funeral."

He looked up at the window above the great Church. Moonlight poured in like a curtain, gently enveloping the image of Jesus, the suffering son who shed his blood for traitors. On this cold night full of suffering, only the moonlight was willing to clothe him.

"But tonight, I will be resurrected, and I will live forever."