I'm Batman

The outskirts of Tokyo, Mount Takao.

Fujino parked the car in an open space next to the forest of Mount Takao.

After locking the car, he put on the Batman Mask and headed into the depths of the forest.

Not far after getting off the bus, a quaint building came into view.

The ancient building resembles a temple, supported by countless wooden frames, suspended beside a cliff.

The waterfall cascades down the cliff top, carrying with it a few cherry blossoms that drift down onto the temple's passageway, creating a uniquely elegant Japanese atmosphere.

Through the telescope function of his Vision Enhancement Glasses, Fujino could clearly see the temple's plaque shrouded in night: "Yamani-ji" (Shan Ni Temple).

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they might think it must be some kind of Buddhist holy site.

The monks inside must be eminent monks who came here to cultivate themselves in order to escape the troubles of the world.

But Fujino knew the answer.

In reality, this Shan Ni Temple was nothing more than a tool for making money.

The abbot of the temple, Monk Tianyong, was a fake monk who used the name of a monk to do all sorts of dirty things.

Turning his gaze away, Fujino took out a pair of leather gloves from his Pocket Dimension, put them on, and then sneaked into the Shan Ni Temple.

Ascending the steps and carefully opening the temple door, one is greeted by a completely wooden entryway.

The temple's structure was complex. Although Fujino had worn soft-soled shoes before arriving, the old, dilapidated wooden floor still creaked faintly even when he tried to walk quietly.

"Squeak, squeak"

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from around the corner in front of them.

Fujino frowned upon hearing the sound and took out the Bat Tranquilizer Dart from his Pocket Dimension.

[100% Strength Enhancement Activated, Remaining Time: 59 seconds]

As the sound drew closer, a fat figure dressed in a monk's robe appeared from around the corner.

At that moment, the figure turned its head.

The two looked at each other. "..."

"Senior Monk Munen, are you here to take a dump too?"

The young monk Tun Nian, who had just finished using the toilet, squinted and recognized the figure in front of him as his senior brother.

But what awaited him was not an answer, but a merciless Bat Dart thrown with great force.

"Call out!"

The dart struck him squarely in the stomach.

In an instant, the little monk felt as if he had been bitten by something.

Suddenly everything went black, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse onto the floor.

Seeing that the man had fallen to the ground, Fujino slowly walked over, took off his gloves, and routinely checked his pulse.

He's still alive.

The effect is good.

After confirming that the little monk was only under the influence of anesthesia and not dead.

Fujino retrieved the Bat Dart and continued his stealthy advance deeper into the temple.

Night was falling.

In the most spacious room in the temple, faint candlelight shone through the paper partitions.

Abbot Tianyong sat on the ground table, his clothes disheveled, and was chugging wine from a bottle.

Judging from his flushed face, he must have been completely drunk.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

Footsteps echoed from the wooden floor outside the door.

The sudden sound of footsteps made the old host start to feel irritated.

He casually put down the bottle and, with a hint of anger, started yelling at the door, "Still not asleep this late? Are you looking for a beating?!"

But just as he finished cursing and was about to continue drinking...

A figure appeared on the paper partition of the sliding door.

It was a figure of standard build, but strangely, there were two sharp protrusions on the person's head.

The old abbot scrutinized the strange figure and couldn't help but frown.

However, he was already drunk and didn't think that much about it.

He assumed it was just his little apprentice playing a prank.

Then, his door was suddenly pulled open.

Before he could even catch his breath, everything in front of him gradually went black.

The sound of rushing water reached my ears.

The old abbot slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a sky full of stars.

How did I get here?

The old abbot, feeling a slight headache, slowly sat up and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

The surrounding environment was very familiar; it must be the cliff on top of his temple.

But how did he get here?

Did he drink himself into oblivion?

Filled with doubt, the old abbot looked around.

At a glance, one could see a man wearing a black mask and a black cloak standing not far away.

The two looked at each other. "..."

[Detective Aura triggered: Inflicts significant psychological pressure on the target criminal]

Who are you?

The old abbot recalled what had just happened, swallowed hard, and was so frightened by the strange figure in front of him that he retreated repeatedly.

That's the person. He only felt dizzy after seeing this person.

Then when I opened my eyes again, I was already here...

"I'm Batman"

With the voice changer, Fujino's voice became deep.

He looks just like a certain Gotham billionaire.

"Batman?"

The old abbot muttered to himself, a strange expression on his face.

Fujino didn't notice the strange expression on Old Deng's face.

He simply walked forward slowly, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up gently. "How exactly did Monk Zhongnian die?"

"Loyalty?!"

The old abbot exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

He paused, looking somewhat guilty, and said, "Wasn't he killed by the Tengu?"

I didn't hear the answer I wanted.

Fujino shook his head.

He threw the old abbot forward.

The abbot is over seventy years old and his health is not ideal.

So when Fujino, whose enhancement had been activated, was thrown down like that, he immediately let out a series of painful cries.

"Could someone like Old Deng really kill someone?"

Fujino glanced at the little old man groaning in the distance and frowned.

After a short while, his brows gradually relaxed.

The director of a certain art museum could wield a large iron sword and chop people down.

This abbot, who was over seventy years old, used special techniques to kill people.

There doesn't seem to be any problem.

It can only be described as very much in line with Ke Xue's style.

Fujino would not show mercy just because the other party was a seventy-year-old man.

Gathering his thoughts, he threw the Bat Dart he had just retrieved out again.

Thirty minutes later.

Fujino held Wooden Sword and tapped the old abbot's bald head like he was striking a wooden fish.

Meanwhile, the system notification continued to echo in Fujino's ears: [Kendo Proficiency Points +1, Kendo Proficiency Points +1...]

To prevent the Wooden Sword from being exposed, Fujino thoughtfully put a black burlap sack over the old abbot's head before taking Wooden Sword.

She also showed off her rope skills, tying a knot with a bat pattern when binding his limbs.

"You were the one who killed Monk Zhongnian, weren't you?"

Fujino repeated the action of 'knocking on a wooden fish', asking, "How exactly did you kill him? And what was your motive for killing him?"

"I really didn't kill Zhongnian..."

Through a black burlap sack, the old abbot's voice sounded somewhat muffled, yet it remained as stubborn as ever.

"You don't know what's good for you!"

Fujino frowned, raised the Wooden Sword in his hand high, and struck the back of the head under the black burlap sack.

Snap!

With a scream, the old abbot felt as if he had been hit hard on the head by a steel pipe, and then he fainted.

When Fujino knocked out Numabuchi Kiichiro, Fujino had to knock him out five or six times.

But what about the old man?

One cut and he'd be knocked unconscious.

This greatly reduced Fujino's enjoyment of knocking people down.