"He didn't say. He was an eccentric person, and his face was full of anxiety. The camera captured his body as a mummy covered in bandages. I don't think such a person could be ordinary."
Alfred shook his head, saying with some helplessness, "I estimate those cameras won't be able to find a matching face for him in those archives."
"Is that so?"
Bruce took the letter from his butler's hand with a puzzled expression and gently opened it.
He began to read the writing on the letter.
"I need your help; the entire world needs your help. We have met before, and I hope you still remember me. My name is Andrew Bennett. I am in my most desperate moment, seeking your aid. As a vampire, I am being hunted. I don't know who is pursuing me, as everyone seems like the one who means me ill. They are getting closer and closer to me. Vampires are preparing to wage war on the human world, and I am the one they plan to sacrifice before that war."
After carefully reading the words on the letter, Bruce's brows furrowed.
"I know him, Andrew Bennett, a vampire."
"A vampire?"
Hearing that word, Selina gasped in surprise, "Do vampires exist in this world? Do they drink human blood, fear garlic and crosses? Or do they transform into Death Bats?"
Having never really left Gotham City, Catwoman was hearing about the real existence of vampires in this world for the first time.
"Of course, magic and mystery are on the other side of this world, entities unreachable by ordinary people."
A complex look appeared in Bruce's eyes.
"Master, your former childhood friend, Miss Zatanna, she is a person from the magical world, isn't she?"
The butler standing beside him asked Bruce.
"I… I haven't been in contact with her for a long time."
Bruce coughed, his expression a little unnatural, but he quickly composed himself and continued, "A few years ago, I encountered a mad monk named Nikola Tepeš. Although it's been a long time, the memory is still so vivid."
"That mad monk was the first supernatural event I encountered. I was very young and naive at the time, but that was also the last time I experienced it with a young and naive body. Since then, I've witnessed many supernatural phenomena. I don't expect them to develop in a good direction."
After gazing out the window at the sky for a moment, Bruce continued, "When I knew him, if he wanted to, the mad monk's power and endless hunger would make him a threat to all humanity. Now, I'm afraid my suspicions are about to be confirmed."
"So,"
Catwoman Selina asked Bruce, "You think the mad monk is the mastermind behind all this?"
"No!"
Bruce shook his head, "I can't be sure. After all, with just one letter, I can't make any valuable deductions. The only thing I'm certain of is that something lurking in the darkness of Gotham City is starting to stir."
Seeing Bruce's expression, Catwoman frowned and asked him, "You're not thinking of investigating yourself, are you? Bruce, you've broken your back now. The best thing for you to do is rest."
"Sorry, I'm usually not one to sit still."
Bruce smiled at the two of them, "Now, for my mental well-being, the most important thing for me to do is have a cup of coffee. Do either of you need one?"
Seeing Bruce's expression, Alfred instantly guessed his master's thoughts.
After receiving Andrew Bennett's letter, Bruce began to suspect Catwoman's identity.
After all, she had been missing for so long and coincidentally reappeared today. Bruce had ample reason to doubt Catwoman's identity, and even suspect if she was connected to the vampires.
Next, Bruce was definitely going to prepare things to test Selina.
"Of course, Miss Selina will certainly need some too."
Alfred said, smiling at Catwoman.
After tasting a sip of the somewhat bitter and strangely flavored coffee, Catwoman received a call from Eric.
Seeing Eric, who she hadn't contacted in a long time, calling her, Catwoman's heart filled with joy.
But after answering the call, she feigned a cold tone. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
"Eric Kent, I thought you had completely forgotten your crow in Gotham."
Catwoman said to Eric in a slightly lazy voice.
"I won't forget either the cat or the crow."
Eric, wearing a black trench coat, stood atop Wayne Tower in Gotham, his gaze fixed in the direction of Catwoman.
With his enhanced vision, even from such a distance, he could clearly see every move Catwoman made.
"So, you're calling now, do you have any instructions?"
Catwoman's lips curled into a slight smile as she asked Eric.
"Can I trust you?"
Eric asked Catwoman.
"What?"
Catwoman paused, then looked at the mark Eric had carved on her earlier, and nodded, "Of course you can, we've long been on the same boat."
"Open your phone, a message has been sent to you."
Eric said to her.
A puzzled Catwoman opened her phone and was startled when she saw the message title.
"You killed the female students at your school?"
"To be precise, they were vampires. But none of that matters anymore."
Eric, from Gotham Tower, looked at Selina in Wayne Manor and said, "However, the Metropolis Police Department, the university, and news media organizations all have their people. If they define me as a perverted killer, even without any evidence, it would be an easy thing to do, wouldn't it?"
A cold sneer appeared on Eric's lips.
In the evening, the police department and news media organizations pinned the blame for the sorority house massacre on him and began to pursue him.
He had investigated and found that Betty and her roommates hadn't revealed anything to the police.
The only explanation was that the vampires lurking in the government had begun to use the government's power to crush him.
However,
Since this group of vampires wanted excitement, then they should experience it to the fullest.
"Then how can I help you?"
Catwoman put away her previous lazy expression and asked Eric.
Eric was silent for a moment before saying, "Continue to monitor Bruce Wayne for me. Also, don't trust anyone, especially Green Lantern and Supergirl."
After speaking, Eric hung up the phone.
Activating his super speed, he instantly left Gotham.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Baron Winters' residence.
Knocking on the Baron's room door, Martha and Jonathan stood inside.
Seeing Eric enter, both immediately came forward to greet him.
Martha, emotional, hugged Eric tightly.
Jonathan's eyes were also red at his side.
"Eric, what happened? Why did they identify you as the killer? I don't believe my son would do such a thing."
Martha said, her expression agitated, as she hugged Eric.
"Eric, you didn't do that, right?"
The two of them were resting on the farm that night when they saw on television that Eric had become the killer in the campus disappearance case, which was difficult for him to accept.
As the person who knew Eric best, he didn't believe his son would do such a thing.
"Yes, Dad, I did do it."
Eric said words that stunned both of them.
"But they weren't human, they were vampires."
Eric then added.
After hearing their son say "vampires," Martha and Jonathan were startled but then breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Martha, who had been worried sick, fearing that her son had truly done such a thing.
After hearing her son explain they were vampires, the burden on her heart finally lifted.
Compared to their son becoming a cruel murderer, the couple was more willing to believe in something as ethereal as vampires.
"Are you sure, Eric? After all, I've only heard of creatures like vampires in legends."
Jonathan, with a cautious look in his eyes, asked Eric.
"Although it's a bit incredible, they do exist."
Eric said to his parents, "And I can feel that these are not ordinary vampires, which is why I asked you to stay here temporarily for a while."
"What about Clark? Did you notify him? After all, he no longer has superpowers. If he encounters the kind of vampires you mentioned, he could also get hurt."
Martha asked Eric worriedly.
"No."
Eric hesitated and shook his head, "Clark currently believes that the loss of his superpowers is not an unacceptable thing for him. Between talent and ordinariness, if the price of that talent is too heavy, he will choose ordinariness."
Eric looked towards the second floor where footsteps could be heard, and said, "If he realizes that his talent is an inalienable glory, then he will become the Superman who will shock everyone. So I hope he can experience for himself what this responsibility and glory mean to him."
The goatee-wearing gentleman, holding little Rachel, slowly came down the stairs, leaning on his cane.
At the same time, Clark at Kansas Central University was anxiously dialing Eric's number on his phone.
He had been looking for Eric for a long time but had found nothing.
As he was trying to call Eric's phone, the door to his university dorm suddenly knocked.
Opening the door, he saw a delivery person handing him something.
After signing for it, he opened the package with a puzzled expression.
He found a familiar item inside the package—Eric's Star Scepter!
Gently caressing the Star Scepter in his hand, Clark's heart was filled with shock.
"This was sent to me by Eric?"
Clark was a bit puzzled; why wouldn't Eric hand it to him personally?
Was he afraid of implicating him?
But…
He simply didn't believe Eric could be a killer!
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