Bobo alone was enough to search the clothes for clues. Su Ming only needed to make sure no cats came over to blow on the ape's neck fur.
Honestly, he was already short, yet he had caught the Giants' disease too. Was the back of his neck some kind of weakness?
But the little ape was a detective, and one of the best on Earth—better than many humans. He was hailed as the Holmes of the animal kingdom.
Perhaps because of his different perspective, he often noticed clues that taller humans failed to see.
While he rummaged through the dead people's clothes, Su Ming leaned against the windowsill nearby and looked out at the street through the reinforced glass.
It was bustling. The city seemed to have come alive. The traffic lights were on, vehicles streamed past in endless flow, office workers cursed as they hurried for the subway, and the morning news played from televisions inside the fast-food restaurants along the street.
New York truly was very different from Gotham. Though the physical distance between them was not great, this was a normal city. At the very least, one could see the morning sun rising between the towering buildings.
Still, everyone who liked Gotham had their own reasons. Take Kate's butler Julia, for instance. She only sunbathed in Gotham, under those tiny slivers of light that occasionally fell through gaps in the clouds.
Take her to a Miami beach? She would complain that the sunlight there was too intense.
Come to think of it, modern humanity's reliance on electricity had become a habit of life. Every morning after waking up, whether brewing coffee or toasting bread, listening to music on the way to work or scrolling through Twitter, all of it required electricity.
People usually took electricity for granted,