Even the snow on glass is a language of lies.

Gotham’s fog carries whispers that never die.

Void itself is cut into frozen frames.

Dead rectangles dream in electric flames.

What the storm bends， the hiss will name.

Just beyond the crack， a modulation hides its shame.

On the attic wall， a grave of light appears.

Grey static falls like the echo of forgotten years.

Unseen waves make the tomb of pixels hum.

In the bone-spike forest， the signals become numb.

Broadcast limbs pierce the empty air.

Rain-soaked antennas catch a silent prayer.

But the luminous rectangle is merely a grave.

Last， the hiss gives up the signal that it gave.」

威廉只看到一首晦涩难懂的，讲述哥谭的英文诗。

「这什么迪克玩意？！」

「秘文，我们正尝试用常见的破译法穷举。」

雨果递来一张写满了加密方式的纸条，威廉大概浏览了一遍。

什么博福特加密丶斯巴达密码棒丶培根密码……近三十种加密方式，全是他没听过的专业术语。

当然光靠这两位人脑破解也不够，布鲁斯将秘文发给了卢修斯福克斯，让对方调集了整座韦恩大厦的计算机算力一起努力。