On the way to the police station, Gordon suddenly received a call. After saying a few words, his expression gradually turned serious. Then he turned the wheel and headed not for the Gotham Police Department, but toward Gordon Manor.
"So, that's what happened. We suddenly received a doll. She said she was going out to buy sushi, and she still hasn't come back..."
Barbara leaned against a chair beside the dining table and looked at Jarvis. "Are you sure she's all right? Even if she's powerful, maybe she still..."
Jarvis shook his head. "Don't worry too much, ma'am. Wanda will be fine."
Tim stood behind Jarvis, already pulling up information related to the crematorium.
He soon discovered that the crematorium had indeed been newly built, around four years ago. There were no issues with the land permits or construction process, but the crematorium's very existence was the problem.
The Polochin Community simply had no need for a crematorium.
There was enough communal land here to build an enormous cemetery, enough for the local population to die ten times over. Communities near the suburbs tended to be conservative. Most residents were Protestants and would not choose unconventional burial methods. Very few chose sea burials or cremation. This crematorium was like a slab of pork belly on a cream cake: nothing looked wrong with it on its own, but its presence made no sense.
Then Tim found another clue. Photos had been taken at the crematorium's opening ceremony, and in one of them, he spotted a familiar face: Bob, the manager of the Wardle Engineering Team.
After looking into it more closely, he found that the crematorium had been built by the Wardle Engineering Team.
The things Tim and Aisha had uncovered were roughly the same, so he felt there had to