"Does Blüdhaven have any museums?"
Su Ming continued asking about the Hunting Dagger. At the same time, he took the gorilla off his shoulder and sent him, Donna, and the others down to the Batcave beneath the building to deal with the surveillance equipment first. He himself stayed in the storefront aboveground to chat with Blockbuster a little longer.
The gorilla leaped onto Wally's shoulder, and they headed into the back room first. Who knew how long it had been since Nightwing had returned to this lousy shop? Dust was everywhere, and Bobo, who was barefoot, had no intention of touching the floor.
"There are museums, two of them. One is the Marine Animal Museum, and the other is the Marine Natural History Museum. What are you looking for?"
The old man unwrapped another hamburger. This time, he ate a little more politely.
"Has either museum ever held an African cultural exhibition?"
Flicking away some ash, Deathstroke seemed to have found a lead.
"Yes. The Marine Natural History Museum has a dedicated exhibition hall about the history of the slave trade. There are plenty of African artifacts there. You know, many Black people landed in North America from the East Coast back then."
After thinking for a moment, Blockbuster gave a definite answer.
"Oh? Then among the exhibits, is there a special dagger? About thirty centimeters long, somewhat like a small curved blade, with a tiny cat-paw relief at the end of the hilt?"
Su Ming wanted to confirm the intelligence further. He had basically determined that the Hunting Dagger was likely a pair of short swords. One of them was stored in the Hall of Justice, and it looked exactly like this.
But the old homeless man eating his food shook his head. Holding a hamburger in one hand