Super Detective in the Fictional World

2181 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 22

Lex died an unexpected yet understandable death.

Recently, he had been muttering that something was coming, and would imitate the ringing of a phone.

But one night, while he was lying against the cell door as he mumbled to himself, he suddenly banged his head against it several times.

Then… he died.

It was normal for someone with a cracked head to die.

Lex didn’t have any family; at least, none who could help hold a funeral for him.

Thus, the government spent Lex’s money to help hold an expensive and extravagant funeral for him, and then buried him in a very expensive cemetery.

What was it like to sleep in a coffin worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and in a cemetery worth millions of dollars? Sorry, Lex didn’t get the chance to experience it for himself.

On the day of the burial, Luke turned the guy’s body to dust.

Luke had obtained some ‘peculiar’ information from the military special force that had entered the remains of the Kryptonian spaceship to capture Lex.

The soldiers had seen a silver humanoid monster with two horns on its head fiddling with three cubes in front of Lex.

It wasn’t until they charged in that the humanoid monster disappeared like a phantom, leaving Lex behind.

Before he killed Lex, Luke had asked him about it in Real Dream, but Lex only said that he felt a mysterious existence had ‘locked’ onto Earth, and that it would come.

As Earth’s protector, Superman would definitely have to fight it.

Luke could only roll his eyes when he heard that. Are you sure this ‘mysterious existence’ isn’t coming here just to die?

Although there were definitely ‘mysterious existences’ in the universe who could fight Superman, very few could defeat him.

After Krypton was destroyed and turned to cosmic dust, there was practically nowhere to find the kryptonite that was Superman’s only weakness.

Anyone who was stupid enough to come to Earth to be beaten up was either a lowlife or a crackhead.

After Lex was discovered to have ‘committed suicide,’ Luke passed on the information to some of his ‘partners’ whom he had secretly influenced.

They had been prepared beforehand, and took a huge bite out of the fattest bits of Lex Corporation.

It was inconvenient for Luke to personally take action, nor was there any need for him to do so. It was good to throw it to these ‘hounds’ so that they wouldn’t be as resistant to mental suggestions.

Luke’s real rewards were the secret labs, backup databases and assets that Lex had never revealed.

Luke, who had spent too much on building the Internet, was greatly relieved.

With this windfall, he would no longer have to worry about looking for fat sheep to slaughter in the future.

However, whether it was the backup databases or hidden assets, they were just extra gains that weren’t worth mentioning.

What Luke really paid attention to were the documents which Lex had left behind after he was caught.

The most eye-catching thing in them was three cubes, which matched the statements of the soldiers who had captured Lexd.

So, the three cubes, and the humanoid monster with horns, were the ‘mysterious existence’ that Lex was talking about? That was Luke’s guess.

Lex’s papers were a mess, and Luke couldn’t analyze much.

If Lex really knew the origins of that ‘mysterious existence,’ he would’ve told Luke in Real Dream.

Clearly, he was just an accidental ‘messenger,’ and not some ‘child of destiny.’

Hm… Could a child of destiny be resurrected from ashes? Thinking that, Luke couldn’t help but laugh. If Mr. Luthor Jr. really were revived, he would be very happy in Space 2 as a test subject.

…

Two months later, two cars arrived at Bale Manor on the outskirts of Gotham.

There was no need for the drivers to get out and press the intercom, as the metal gate automatically opened.

The two cars stopped in front of the main building, and Master Wayne and Diana got out of their respective cars.

When they reached the open front door, a cute mechanical voice rang out. “Guests, please follow Little Q to the rear courtyard. Master is waiting for you there.”

Their gazes fell on the cute white robot with a monitor for a face and a pillar-like body.

The monitor had ‘???’ on it, and the cute mechanical voice rang out again. “Handsome sir, pretty sister, this way, please.”

Diana’s eyes lit up. “Oh, how fun.”

Master Wayne: …Why am I ‘sir,’ while this old lady is ‘sister’? Bale, this guy… his intentions were clear.

Little Q: “Pretty sister, I’m not a toy. I’m Master’s little helper.”

Diana found that even more interesting. “Really? Then what can you do? Hm, apart from leading the way.”

A ??_?? expression appeared on Little Q’s monitor. “I can’t demonstrate here, or I’ll break the furniture.”

Diana asked, “Then why don’t you show me in the backyard?”

Little Q: “Okay, pretty sister.”

They passed through the main building and entered the rear courtyard.

A flock of crows cawed in the trees 100 meters away from the manor.

Little Q: “Ah, it’s those noisy guys again. Silent mode, minimum rapid fire mode.”

Two small gun barrels suddenly popped out on both sides of the pillar-like body.

Biubiubiu~

Streaks of white light as fine as needles flashed, and the noisy crows in the trees fell. The world instantly quieted down.

Diana: (?_?)

Master Wei: (〉_〉)

Whose ‘household appliance’ has a silent mode like this? Both of them rolled their eyes inwardly.

But the battle goddess, who had treated Little Q as a toy, also knew that this cute thing was more than enough to kill someone, especially an ordinary person.

Given the speed and accuracy of the shots just now, it wouldn’t be a problem for Little Q to wipe out a special force team.

It had to be pointed out that more than ten of the crows had also been in the air.

It was already terrifying that Little Q could hit moving, agile targets that were far smaller than a human body.

At that moment, Luke’s voice rang out not far away. “Hey, you’re not here just to tease my housekeeper, are you?”

Diana smiled and picked up her pace. “Are you sure it’s a housekeeper and not some hitman?”

Luke nodded. “Little Q, some snacks for your pretty sister. Black tea? Coffee?”

Diana: “Black tea.”

Master Wayne was silent. He simply nodded in agreement at Luke’s “coffee.”

They sat down at a small table, and Diana casually chatted with Luke about life in the last few months.

They talked about the places she had been, what art exhibitions she had seen, and how public order there was good.

Master Wayne didn’t interrupt, because a certain guy who had stolen a lot of his ‘business’ knew everything about Gotham. There was no need to make small talk at all.

Less than two minutes later, Little Q returned with a small dining cart.

Both Diana and Master Wayne were stunned when they saw the three tiers full of small snacks.