The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 481 Ghost
Gotham.

This is my city.

Newcomers here will think that this is a winding labyrinth, full of residential buildings, noisy blocks, and alleys floating with smell. But it is far from it.It is built on top of a network.

On a network of intersecting strips,
There is an order among them, and I am a part of this order.

This city has everything one could want.
and those they don't want.

The sky was still gray.

The sky above Gotham never seemed to clear up, as if there was a huge shell that separated the entire Gotham from the rest of the world.

Is this city any different?

I don't know that I know everything about this city, I know every sewer, every house, every radio station under every street in this city, but... I still don't know Gotham.

Night
I was perched on the top of the Payers Building. As usual, the noisy traffic sounded into a dense and disgusting boom. I closed my eyes and tried hard to distinguish the voices in my ears.

That is the sound from every radio station, every signal tower, and everyone's mobile phone microphone in this city. These sounds can report everything in this city to me.

I'm like a bat, quietly listening to the rhythm of Gotham, taking a panoramic view of everything.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in my ear!
"Alfred, locate."

"Good sir. The gunshot came from the 9th block along the Kesai River. The sound was a Winchester 38 model. The system analyzed it as a civilian modification. 0.75 seconds after the gunshot sounded, a woman screamed at the same location. Of course, The girl screamed very energetically, she must not be injured, so it should be a robbery together, do you need me to transfer the sonar of the scene to you?"

"it is good."

I said that at the same time, I was also starting to shuttle over Gotham. The powerful claws and hang glider allowed me to rush to the scene of the crime in 7 minutes.

It sounds like just a simple robbery.But... my heart became tense again.

Sure enough, weird things happened again.

There was only the rustling of the wind in the audio of the crime scene that Alfred called up.

No screaming, no threats, no hysterical yelling
I speeded up, and after 3 minutes, I came to the place where the gunshot sounded.

There is nothing there.

Just pools of vomit from the night before, and night cats crawling in the shadows.There could not have been gunshots here just now, and there was no smell of gunpowder smoke. Moreover, if someone had shot, those wild cats could not have slept so peacefully.

"There's nothing here," I said quietly to the microphone inside the mask.

"Oh?" Alfred's voice came: "Did the sonar system go wrong again?"

"Now I can only think so." I said lightly.

Although my tone was understated, my heart could not be calm for a long time.

Today is the 17st.

Already the third time.

On the evening of the 17th a month ago, my sonar system had the same failure. There was a gunshot, followed by a woman screaming, but when I arrived at the scene, there was nothing.

And the day on the 17th two months ago, it was the same
This should not be a coincidence, but I have no way to explain this phenomenon.

Because I have checked my system, there is no abnormality, it is impossible for someone to plant a virus in it. Of course, in Gordon's police system, I have never found any reports about disappearance, shooting, and robbery at that time.

Nothing but the gunshot.

So, is it a ghost?

I don't know, but I didn't tell Alfred about this doubt. After all, it didn't cause any impact, no one was injured, and no money was lost. It was just a gunshot, which only appeared in my sonar, and I next to the ear.

Not even a night owl woke up.

A month later.

17 number.

evening.

I still stand on the top of the building, overlooking my city.

Today's Gotham seems to be much quieter than before, only some very simple cases happened, and the people of the Gotham Police Department can handle these small things, so until midnight, I didn't find a reason for me to leave.

I just quietly looked at the traffic flow dozens of meters away.

Suddenly, I unconsciously thought of something.

That strange gunshot should appear again. If I can predict the location of the gunshot this time, can I figure out what's going on?

As soon as this idea appeared in my mind, I couldn't kick it out anymore, and I almost started thinking uncontrollably.

that gunshot
It first appeared four months ago, near the Venus bar.

It appeared for the second time three months ago, at the Pitel Building.

A month ago, it appeared on the banks of the Kesai River.

My brain naturally marked these places on the map of Gotham, and then connected to each other. This has almost become a knee-jerk reaction, because in Gotham, there is a jerk who likes to guess riddles, always forcing me to follow him. Play this graphics game.

Hmm. An equilateral triangle.

This should not be a coincidence. So if there is any special point on a triangle.
I looked towards the center of the triangle on the map.

"Alfred, continue to monitor the sonar, and tell me as soon as there is anything." I said, and then jumped down the building.

"Okay, master, but I can see that you seem to be moving."

"Yes, I'm going somewhere."

"Uh, please forgive my curiosity, can I ask, what are you going to do?"

"Looking for a ghost," I replied.

After a few minutes, I came to where the 'dot' was.

It was an alley, located in the shadow of Gotham night, with only one street lamp in disrepair next to it, providing the only faint light in the vicinity, and the mosquitoes in the middle of the night kept hitting the light bulb, making crackling noises.

I quietly landed on the top of the floor directly above the alley, and habitually looked around.

At this moment, my body tensed up involuntarily.

As I said before, I am familiar with every corner of Gotham City. However, this sentence is not absolute, because I have never been to this alley right now.

In other words, I have never been here since I was eight years old, and I always subconsciously want to forget this place.

And it was only then that I finally remembered.

In my self-deceiving and sealed memory, there was also the sound of a gunshot.

(End of this chapter)