Morning sunlight spilled over Gotham.
Nothing looked any different from usual. The streets were still calm, with only a few fully armed officers sitting in police cars at certain intersections. There seemed to be nothing else.
Only in Gotham Old Town had the cordons been put up again.
It seemed another case had been uncovered. Who knew whether it was a crime of passion or mutual slaughter over an inheritance?
In any case, Gotham Old Town never lacked these eye-catching cases and stories that set people's imaginations running wild.
Gotham Police Department.
Holding a cup of hot coffee bought from a café, Gordon went from desk to desk, knocking on them and making the officers who had just finished their overtime work push through a little longer, hoping to wrap up last night's events.
City Hall and the courthouse had also returned to normal order, as if no one thought anything had happened.
The construction site in Arkham District.
The roar of machinery started early in the morning as heavy-duty mixers funded by Wayne Industries went to work.
Miao Mu, with a police uniform draped over his shoulders, watched as concrete pillars buried deep underground were poured one by one.
Croc-Man and the members of WM Security Company, all wearing reflective construction vests, were clearing the site.
A school would be built here, so the foundation had to be solid. Gotham had bad feng shui, surrounded by water on all sides.
According to that feng shui master in Chinatown, the place had baleful energy and was prone to accidents, so they needed something to offset it.
Use baleful energy to counter baleful energy and keep the place safe.
Miao Mu believed in such things, so after picking through his options, he had acquired a pile of anti-evil piles and driven