Emerging from beneath the warm palm, Damian immediately felt the damp chill of the night. But when he raised his head to meet Deathstroke's gaze, his eyes were filled with longing.
He loved learning, especially techniques that could make him stronger.
Martial arts were naturally one aspect, but ways of thinking were just as important. Even if Deathstroke became an ordinary man, he would still be the most terrifying mercenary on Earth, because his mindset and tactical ability far surpassed others.
"So, how does that apply to the current case?"
Su Ming crouched down again, keeping his gaze level with Damian's. "Let's sort through the information you have. First, you found two scenes: one disembowelment scene and one dismemberment-and-crushing scene."
"Mhm."
"Then the vastly different methods usually mean the perpetrators weren't the same person. No question about that, right?" Su Ming prompted again.
"Right." Damian and the others nodded.
"But the differences between the bodies don't represent everything. That was found at both scenes."
Su Ming pointed at one wall in the room. Massive claw marks had been left there—three diagonal parallel lines, with blood running between them, as though the wall itself had been wounded.
"The same marks were found at both scenes." Damian turned his gaze to the mark and answered firmly.
"Very good. Then don't you find it strange that a wall is bleeding?"
Su Ming stood up. A black tentacle extended from behind him, reached over to wipe the marks, then withdrew and spread itself before the group.
The black gelatinous creature could not only turn into a gag ball; now it could also turn into a small bowl, filled with dark crimson liquid.
Wally leaned closer to inspect it, then looked up. "But couldn't that be some kind of symbol? Like Joker's smiley face or