Super Detective in the Fictional World

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The other portion was for their colleagues in the Detective Bureau.

Luke talked to Selina about the little turtles, and his clone began to speed up the production of the 3.0 version of the Thousand Faces System.

Chances were that the four little turtles would be useful soon.

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As Luke researched cheese pizzas and created the Thousand Faces System, the four little turtles returned home.

Sneaking into a dry sewer, the four guys stuck their heads out of the pipe and looked around.
“Quick, it’s clear.
Hurry up.”

Four figures scuttled out.

“Thank god.
Master probably hasn’t noticed yet.”

“Looks like I don’t need to be punished this time.”

“Let’s go back inside.
I need to see what’s on my phone.”

“Ah, my precious, you’re too lovely.”

That was Mikey.

He rubbed his face against the rod with an intoxicated expression.

His three brothers immediately shifted away in disdain.
“He’s acting like an idiot again.
Be careful he doesn’t infect you.”

As the four of them bickered, they didn’t notice a figure walk out from around a corner.
He turned to them and turned on the flashlight in his hand.
“Is that so? I think you’re all idiots.”

The four little turtles stiffened and slowly turned around.

Behind the flashlight was a short, stooped figure who was a head shorter than they were.
His voice was very old.
“Tell me, why did you sneak out?”

The four little turtles trembled, but nobody said anything.

The short figure snorted.
“You’re not going to talk? Then go to the dark room and stay there until you’re ready to talk.”

Raphael turned pale with fright.
“Ah! Mikey’s time-out room? No, Master!”

The other turtles begged for mercy with ashen faces.

Mikey, who was the most sensitive about the time-out room, couldn’t help but say, “Donnie, the phone, the phone.”

Stumped for a moment, Donnie then understood.
“Wait, Master.
Give me two minutes.”

The short figure didn’t say anything, but didn’t stop him.

Donnie took out the phone which Luke had given him and quickly scanned the content.

He saw that the means of contact was via the Internet.
Master definitely wouldn’t understand how that worked, so there was no need to look at that in detail.

Finally, there was one sentence: Learn how to contact me and let your master decide when and where to meet.

When Donnie saw this, he was immensely relieved.

Batman wasn’t asking them to keep it a secret, but wanted him to tell Master about it.

Hm, would Master be less angry this way? Usually, it looked like he respected Batman.

“Are you done?” asked the short figure.

Donnie nodded quickly.
“Yes, Master.
That… Batman wants to meet you.
You decide the time and place.”

The short figure was stunned.
“Batman? Wants to meet me?”

Realizing that there was a chance to shift the blame, the four little turtles immediately described their meeting with Batman and Black Cat.

They didn’t do it with bad intentions; they knew that their master definitely wouldn’t clash with Batman.

After listening to them, the short figure was silent for a moment before he said, “Nevertheless, Batman wasn’t the one who told you to slip out, right?”

The four little turtles froze.
They hadn’t expected their master to still focus on that.

After a brief silence, the short figure suddenly asked, “What’s the name of the reporter?”

Donnie said, “I saw her ID.
She’s called April O’Neil.”

Mikey said, “And she’s a young and beautiful redhead at that.”

The short figure jerked.
“What?”

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