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At this moment, the sky was almost dark. In the narrow corridor of Living Hell, the narrow window could only let in a ray of light, like a golden paintbrush drawing a trace on the corridor.

The sharp light pierced into the dark building, and golden lines traced across Batman's body as he walked through the Living Hell corridor to the crime scene.

In fact, when he found the crime scene, his first reaction was certainly not to call the police. No matter whether Gordon was a good cop or not, Batman didn't trust the police from the bottom of his heart.

The reason why he did this was that there was not only one dead person here, but also Oswald Copperpot, who was still alive. Batman was not illiterate. He saw Copperpot's delirium and convulsions while he was in a coma and guessed that he might have a mental illness.

In order to save him, Batman brought Gordon and asked him to find a psychology expert, Schiller, who was the only one in Gotham with the relevant professional knowledge.

But now it seems that he may have saved the wrong person. Batman thought that Copperpot was not an innocent victim who accidentally stumbled upon the crime scene, but was likely to be the mastermind behind Fish's death.

Of course, Batman easily investigated Copperpot's resume and found out that he was the small boss who took over after Kevin's death. This was not difficult to find out. In the whole Living Hell, only a handful of people who could read the water meter, and Copperpot was one of them. Moreover, he happened to be at the scene of Fish's death. Living Hell was so big, it couldn't be a coincidence, right?

When he walked into the crime scene again, Batman carefully looked around.

This was a small room in the north of Living Hell. Like all the other rooms here, it was narrow and had a strange structure. The only window faced west, and the sun was about to set outside.

This small room with a window was the living room of the entire room. There was no need for an entranceway in such a small layout. When you pushed the door, you came into this living room.

To the left of the living room was a sofa against the wall, which was stained with a puddle of blood. Batman didn't care if someone had tampered with the crime scene. His extraordinary memory allowed him to remember every detail at the time. In his sight, Fish's body returned to the sofa.

Her body was lying on the sofa, leaning toward the door, with her head resting on the back of the sofa. She was shot in the left temple, and blood splattered to the right side of the sofa. Part of it also dripped onto the floor on the right side. She slanted to the right, obviously shot dead while sitting on the sofa.

Batman turned his head and looked to his right. Copperpot's figure also appeared in the room, but he was lying under the window sill, his teeth chattering and his limbs twitching.

Batman walked a little further and stood in the middle of the room. Then, he saw time in the room flowing backwards, and the blood on the ground and sofa floated back to Fish's head. A bullet spun out of her head and she sat upright, back to life. The bullet stopped next to her left temple.

Copperpot also stood up like a puppet, hunched over and standing in front of the window, facing Fish.

Batman stepped over the coffee table and came to Fish's side, then leaned close to her left cheek and stared at the bullet.

When he observed Fish's body in the morgue, Batman found that the bullet shot into her temple was very precise, and from the wound, the angle of the bullet was perpendicular to the temple.

In an instant, Fish's figure disappeared, and Batman sat on the sofa. The bullet that killed Fish stopped next to Batman's head.

Time began to flow again, and the bullet rotated and shot into Batman's temple. Blood spurted out and splattered onto the sofa and floor.

Another Batman stood up from the sofa and knelt down to observe the bloodstains. He found that this was indeed Fish's first death scene, and her body had not been moved. The shape and range of the blood spatter were reasonable.

After confirming that this was the death scene, Batman turned around, and time went back to one second before Fish was hit. Fish reappeared on the sofa.

Batman walked behind her and looked over from his perspective. Copperpot disappeared from the window.

Suddenly, Batman turned his head to the left and saw Copperpot standing in front of the door to the bedroom, holding a handgun with a fierce expression and aiming at Fish's left side.

In an instant, Batman appeared in Copperpot's position and grabbed the handgun that was floating in the air because Copperpot disappeared. He muttered to himself, "Something's wrong."

Because at this moment, Fish turned her head, looking surprised and angry.

"Under the circumstances of only two people in the room, Copperpot's actions could not have escaped Fish's eyes. Once he raised the gun, Fish would definitely look at him."

Batman pulled the trigger and the bullet hit Fish in the forehead, not the left temple.

He let go of the gun and returned to the living room. Copperpot appeared again and as time rewinded, the bullet returned to Copperpot's gun.

Then, like a movie being played in reverse, Copperpot's figure took a few steps back and retreated to the bedroom. The bedroom door "slammed" shut.

Batman walked over, reopened the door and found that it opened into the bedroom with the door hinge on the left side.

He walked in and stood in Copperpot's position. He pulled the door handle with his left hand and the moment the door opened, he raised his handgun and shot. Fish was unaware and didn't turn around. In an instant, the bullet hit Fish's temple.

But Batman shook his head.

The reason why this inference could succeed was that the shooter was him, Batman.

To open the door and shoot a gun at the same time, one must hold the door handle and pull inward. It was impossible to hold a gun with both hands and complete these two actions in an instant.

If the shooter was Batman, he could indeed open the door in an instant and use one hand to hold the gun and shoot accurately into Fish's temple. But this was because he was Batman.

If the shooter was anyone other than Batman, it would be very difficult to hold a gun with one hand and ignore the recoil, aim, shoot, and hit accurately in an instant.

Furthermore, the door hinge was on the left side and opened from the right, so the quickest action was to use the left hand to pull the door handle and shoot with the right hand at the moment the door opened. But Batman had already checked and found that Copperpot's right arm was broken and it was not a new injury.

It was difficult for a small, untrained person with a broken dominant arm to complete these actions in two seconds.

Even if he could, it was impossible to completely avoid Fish's attention, at least not to give Fish a chance to turn around completely.

Numerous Batman figures crowded the small crime scene. They were sometimes still and sometimes active in different timelines.

The bullet flew out of the gun, creating ripples in the air, and quickly retreated back into the barrel. The light in the room went from bright to dark and back to bright again. The muzzle flash flickered repeatedly, leaving numerous shadows of Dark in the room. In this quiet dusk, the lone Batman had a lively party with himself.

Soon, almost all the traces of activity in the small room were investigated by Batman. He tried all possibilities and eliminated most of the ways the crime was committed, such as Copperpot attacking Fish in various ways and from different angles, or Fish being drugged and restrained.

From various traces, it could be determined that Fish entered the room in good health and sat on the sofa. Copperpot followed her and it was impossible to attack her without arousing her attention.

But this did not mean that Copperpot was not the killer.

Batman reset everything back to the beginning and stood in the center of the living room, looking around.

The entire scene became a model of the room, placed on a table, and a giant hand held a black figure model and placed it in the bedroom.

Above the entire model of the room, Batman lowered his head and stared at the scene from above, with his gaze, the room gradually expanded in his vision. Batman walked from the center of the living room to the bedroom, looking at the black figure model.

If a third party were added to this murder, everything would make sense.

Time began to reverse, the bedroom door was closed, Copperpot stood opposite Fish, near the window.

Fish was still sitting on the sofa, waving her arms and angrily scolding Copperpot. Copperpot was hysterically arguing, and Fish was completely enraged by him.

Fish, who was completely focused on Copperpot, did not notice that the bedroom door, which was not fully closed, was quietly opened. Then, a gunshot sounded, blood splattered, and Fish fell onto the sofa.

No, this is not complete enough, Batman thought. Even if Fish was distracted by Copperpot, her vigilance would not be lacking, and she may have noticed the killer entering through the bedroom door.

Batman changed his thinking. If he were the killer, he would not have planned such a thing, hoping that Fish would not notice the killer and not resist. That was not reliable.

You know, Fish didn't get to where she was today for nothing. This woman could fight, react quickly, and had accurate marksmanship, which allowed her to survive many shootouts and become a leader.

Once she resisted, even a professional killer could be at a disadvantage, and someone who knew Fish would not have planned such a thing.

Then there is only one possibility left, Batman whispered, "The accomplice was familiar with Fish."

Batman stood on one side of the room and saw two figures in the room. They were talking to Fish, and they had originally stood in front of Fish. They did not have weapons in their hands.

Soon, Copperpot attracted Fish's attention with a few words, and the other figure took the opportunity to walk to Fish's side, pretending to grab something.

Copperpot and Fish argued, and Fish's attention was completely drawn to Copperpot.

In an instant, time froze, and Batman's figure replaced the black figure standing next to Fish. He reached into his coat pocket, felt the handgun, drew it out, raised his hand, and fired. With a loud gunshot, blood splattered, and Fish fell to the ground.

The distance was close, and the gun was suitable, so it was very precise.

In an instant, everything returned to reality. Only the dried and blackened bloodstains remained on the sofa, and Batman was the only person left in the room.

He was alone, but he did not feel lonely at all. He sat on the sofa, relaxed his upper body, leaned against the back of the chair, and even closed his eyes, like a happy drunk returning from a party.

Until the last ray of sunlight fell below the surface of the earth, the entire room became completely dark, and darkness consumed Batman's figure. This bat, who had thrown a party for himself, disappeared from here at some point.

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