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Chapter 109, Section 06: The Difficulty of Hiding One's Identity

Chapter 109, Section 06: The Difficulty of Hiding One's Identity

This Kevlar bodysuit is great in every way, except it's incredibly difficult to take off. Every time Qin Wei reaches for the zipper on his back, he feels like his spine is about to be snapped.

But that wasn't the worst part. When he pulled the hem of his clothes off his skin, he had to arch his body back and forth like a blanket dancing in a tornado.

The first time Qin Wei took off this awful outfit in the bathroom, he smashed the sink because he used too much force, and fell to the ground after stepping on a piece of tile that cut him.

Unfortunately, the collar was locked around her neck and she couldn't pull it off, so she could only roll around in the tile shards.

One—howl, howl, howl!

This scene was utterly hellish.

Qin Wei pulled his pants down halfway to check the wound on his groin caused by Jason's gunshot.

The bruise, as big as a bowl, had granular purplish-red blood in the center, seeping from the pores. It was so painful that you would wince if you poked it with your finger.

He guessed that there was probably a small crack in his thigh bone.

If he hadn't been worried about Jason discovering his identity, he could have used the grappling hook to escape and wouldn't have suffered another injury.

"Why is this brat playing with guns?" Qin Wei muttered, pulling out all the equipment he had hidden under the sofa and stuffing it into his black shoulder bag.

He then changed into a sports hoodie that he wouldn't normally wear, put on a baseball cap, slung his bag over his shoulder, and went out.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to make a mark as usual—he fiddled with the door for a while, then bit off a small piece of transparent tape and stuck it to the door crack.

Ever since I met that suspicious "Alfred" half a month ago, the delusion of being spied on has been constantly swirling in my mind and I can't get rid of it.

He had reason to think so; Alfred's answer was almost flawless, and whether it was "loyalty" or "thoughtfulness," it almost fulfilled all the fantasies of a Batman fan about Butler.

But it was this very same man who understood Bruce best who said, "The young master is trapped by his obsession with revenge; death is the only release for him."

Taken individually, there's nothing wrong with it. But when compared to the message Qin Wei received, "Save Gotham, save the poor people," the problem becomes apparent.

But in the end, it's all just speculation.

Although Qin Wei confidently told Harvey that he had encountered an imposter, upon reflection, he realized he wasn't Bruce either, and this was even his first time meeting Alfred. Why insist that the other person was a fake?

Qin Wei began to waver until he discovered signs that the Senate had been compromised.

Is the tape stuck to the door seam loose, as usual?

No, the tape is clearly positioned. Such a clumsy method might deter thieves, but it won't stop professional intruders.

The real killer move is a single hair caught in the crack of the door. If the hair and tape fall out together, it means a thief has broken in; if they remain completely sealed, it means no one has sneaked in.

But what if the tape is intact, but a strand of hair falls onto the floor?

Qin Wei dared not think any further; his intuition told him that this matter was inextricably linked to that "Alfred".

Infiltrating the financial district at night to punish criminals—how cool is that! He couldn't wait to share his experience of becoming a hero of the night with everyone, but the unknown dangers lurking in the shadows kept him from speaking.

Not yet knowing whether the people in the shadows were friend or foe, or what their motives were, Qin Wei was unwilling to drag others into the mess, and was even more afraid that those fools and idiots might inadvertently reveal his identity.

After all, what "Alfred" said was a clear advice to Qin Wei to stop.

But this is precisely what Qin Wei hates most. He schemes against Maroni because the other party is a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

And now, things have gotten even worse; one melted down, another one appears.

"Just you wait, when I'm powerful I'll wipe you all out!" Qin Wei grumbled angrily as he twisted and turned in the cold, damp, winding alleys of the East District.

He rented another room and spent most of his time there. He even changed his phone number to avoid being eavesdropped on.

After circling around several times and confirming that no one was following him, Qin Wei stopped in front of a small apartment building he had already passed three times.

This house was actually just across the street from the Senate, and Qin Wei specifically rented the attic so that he could monitor his own house.

Climbing the ladder and lifting the roof panel, Qin Wei climbed into the attic.

A high-powered camera was set up in front of the round window, facing the Senate.

After shutting down the computer, removing the SD card, and inserting it into the computer, Qin Wei began to review today's recordings.

In the scene, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat passes by the Senate several times, looking around and pressing his ear to the door before disappearing from the frame.

Fast forward the video by two hours, and a masked man in black enters the surveillance view again. He uses a piece of metal to pry open the window sill and sneaks in, leaving through the front door about ten minutes later.

Qin Wei wasn't surprised; this guy showed up every day, the Senate had practically become his regular workplace. Judging from his dejected look when he left, he was probably really trying to figure out where the homeowner had been while he was away.

Unfortunately, Qin Wei did not give him the chance.

"Looks like my disguise wasn't enough. What would a gang leader do? Maybe next time I should go to a casino or a strip club and have some fun!"

After saving the video, he turned his gaze to the wall.

The walls of the attic were covered with documents and clues, all of which Qin Wei had collected over the past two weeks.

They were secured with thumbtacks and connected with conspicuous red string, constantly reminding Qin Wei of the possible connections between these clues.

The contents of the document are almost entirely Qin Wei's investigation report on a mental patient who escaped from Arkham.

His name is unknown. He was originally just an ordinary, mentally ill serial killer, but in Arkham, he met and became infatuated with the Joker.

After escaping from the mental hospital, this guy bleached his hair with acidic chemicals, which made it dry and curly; he retained the cruelty and bloodlust of a serial killer, even slashing the corner of his mouth; his verbal tic was calling everyone he met "boy".

All of the above, combined with the image of the perpetrator captured on surveillance footage that night, confirmed that the other party was the second Joker who called Gordon and then killed the pizza delivery guy.

The lost item is in this guy's hands!

But he wasn't the key; in fact, all the clues converged on a photograph on the evidence wall.

According to the latest comic book update, Johnny Frost, the man with light blond hair, became the Joker's henchman a week ago. Before that, he was just a small gang member embroiled in a divorce battle.

Qin Wei needs to find and kill the Joker through him.

In the comics, Johnny will appear at a bar three days later on the weekend. Qin Wei's goal is to gain his trust and trick him into revealing his contact information with the Joker.

Therefore, Qin Wei specifically contacted Oswald, intending to arrange for someone to put on a stage play for Johnny over the weekend. At this critical juncture, the man had not yet been corrupted by the Joker's madness, so turning him to his side shouldn't be too difficult.