Death Whisper

"Brother, what should I call you?"

Death's voice was very gentle, making it pleasant to listen to.

"My name is Bai Lang."

Bai Lang snapped back to reality and answered subconsciously.

"That is not your essence."

Death shook her head, her face devoid of any expression, as if nothing in the world could move her.

If that's not his essence, then what should he be called instead of Bai Lang?

Death Two? Or something else?

Hearing her words, Bai Lang fell into thought.

Seeing Bai Lang lost in thought, Death spoke up to remind him:

"My most essential aspect is the concept of Death, so I am called Death."

"You can think about it, what is your most essential aspect?"

Most essential aspect?

Bai Lang carefully recalled what was most essential about himself.

The Current Propulsion superpower?

That's just an Ability, it's not my essence...

Could it be my resolve?

His expression was somewhat surprised as he tentatively said, "Justice?"

A gentle smile appeared on Death's face, and she asked him in return.

"Do you think you are just?"

Bai Lang wore a sheepish smile. While he couldn't be called absolutely just, he did have a conscience.

What exactly was his essence?

He continued to think.

For no reason, a word slipped out of his mouth.

"Human!"

Finally, a smile appeared on Death's face.

"That's right, you are human, and you also possess a portion of my authority. Would you like to visit the Mysterious Realm?"

Seeing that Death acknowledged this name, Bai Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook his head. The Mysterious Realm was a place for the dead.

Besides, that place was outside the DC Multiverse. Who knew if he could come back if he went in?

"Alright." Seeing that he didn't want to go, Death didn't force him.

After all, she had sensed that a portion of her authority had been siphoned off, which was why she appeared here.

Now, this avatar of hers had to go to other places to guide the souls of the dead to the spiritual realms they belonged in.

"I hope that the next time we meet, you will have grown."

After saying these cryptic words, Death's figure gradually faded and finally disappeared.

Seeing her disappear, the stone that had been weighing on Bai Lang's heart finally fell. He looked at the spot where she had been sitting, still shaken.

"Phew... How did I end up attracting this great deity?"

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his heart pounding violently. Sitting on the bed, he recalled the scene from earlier.

"Human? My essence is human, so that's why Death acknowledged me?"

Farmhouse Chinese Restaurant.

It was already noon. This restaurant, located in the Upper City district, had gained the favor of many of Gotham's lower-class residents with its cheap prices and delicious foreign food.

In a nearby alley, several Black and White teenagers stood together.

Baker held the small piece of paper Bai Lang had given him.

He glanced timidly at the bustling Chinese restaurant.

"Is this the place the officer mentioned?" a Black companion beside him asked.

Baker nodded. "It should be here."

"Can we really get jobs and survive?" the only girl present said.

Baker's mind flashed back to Bai Lang's appearance last night, and he said with determination, "We definitely can!"

Ten minutes later.

"So the boss sent you guys over," Gardner said, looking at the note Beck handed him. The familiar handwriting was indeed Bai Lang's.

These people didn't come from good families, and some had even lost their parents.

Although he didn't know why they hadn't gone to an orphanage, it was clear the boss wanted to help them.

"What can you all do?" he asked the six children in front of him who had shared similar experiences.

"I can wash dishes..." Beck said quickly.

"Before my parents died, I worked as a cashier for a while..." a Black man said.

"I..."

Except for the 13-year-old girl, the other five had explained their specialties and the jobs they had done.

Gardner looked at the little girl who was anxiously close to tears.

He could understand her.

After all, if her parents and relatives hadn't met with misfortune, a thirteen-year-old girl should have been in school at this age.

Gardner gently patted the child's head and comforted her, "It's okay, everyone has to grow up."

"Alright, follow me. Beck, put your gun away."

"I'll arrange jobs for you."

"Death Whisper is an ability to communicate with the dead, but currently, every life that withers in the DC universe sees Death when they die..."

Bai Lang walked down the street, carefully considering his newly acquired ability.

"It's fine for me to use Death Whisper to communicate, but once I enslave the undead, Death might come looking for me."

He suddenly felt how useless the Death Whisper ability was in the current DC universe.

"Do I have to cater to its preferences? I wonder what Death likes..."

With a strong friction of cells within his body, Bai Lang suddenly felt a pang of hunger.

"Forget it, I'll grab something to eat before heading to the police station."

He was about to head towards the Chinese restaurant he had leased.

But before he could, Ryan found him.

"Detective Bai Lang, we found a body in Crime Alley with its organs removed."

"Organs removed?" Bai Lang asked in surprise.

Could it be a mafia organ trafficking ring? Or had those man-eating monsters come out?

Taking Ryan and the others with him, Bai Lang arrived at the scene where the body was found.

The ground had already been outlined with police tape, forming a human silhouette.

Next to it lay the body of a boy wearing a gray, heavily patched outfit.

The boy's eyeballs had been removed, and there was a large gash on his abdomen. Peeking through the opening, one could see it was completely empty inside.

"Have you identified where this person is from?" Bai Lang asked, staring at the corpse with an unchanged expression.

"It seems to be from Mercy Orphanage..." Judith replied from the side.

"An orphan from Mercy Orphanage?" Bai Lang nodded.

"Secure the scene, collect clues, and find the killer."

Outside the farm-style Chinese restaurant.

"Alfred, you know I've always been interested in Chinese food."

Alfred, standing beside him, chuckled, "Young Master Wayne, you should have come here for a meal long ago, to enjoy the life of a playboy."

"Perhaps you should have brought Miss Charlotte along too."

Bruce Wayne wasn't a foodie, but Alfred had insisted on recommending it after visiting once.

"Perhaps next time, if there's an opportunity. Today, let's just the two of us try the taste."

As soon as they were seated, Alfred called out to Beck, who had just started working as a waiter.

Beck walked up to the two of them. Seeing their extraordinary attire and demeanor, he felt a bit timid.

"Waiter, do you have a menu?" Butler Alfred asked kindly, noticing his discomfort.

Beck nodded, then walked over to the cashier's counter and brought back the menu.

Perhaps because Chinese restaurants were rare in Gotham, the establishment was as busy as ever.

Gardner and the other eight of them were simply overwhelmed.

That's why Bai Lang had given Beck and the others a chance yesterday.

And with this operation, he had also gained 2 Ability Points.

Bai Lang looked at the waitress who had brought him his rice bowl, the same little girl who had asked him last night if he wanted to have some fun.

"What's your name?" Bai Lang asked the little girl in front of him.

"Molly." After placing the rice on the table, the girl timidly slipped back into the kitchen.

Bai Lang ate while observing his surroundings.

Suddenly, his expression froze, as if he had seen something strange.

In his line of sight, a white male phantom was following the little girl, Molly, seemingly saying something to her.

But Molly acted as if she heard nothing.

She focused on carrying the bowl, which was larger than her face, towards Bruce Wayne and the others.

The white phantom appeared to be a middle-aged man, bearing a slight resemblance to Molly.

Bai Lang could clearly hear what it was saying.

"Molly!"