I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 44 The Raven (For Collection)

"Why did you stop? With so many audiences, even if it's not for money, you should continue to perform professionally as an artist!" The addict asked strangely when Harry started packing his backpack and preparing to leave.

"I'm a singer, not a juggler. I have my own perseverance." Harry's expression was indifferent, and he was eager to make money from the iron bucket.

Fake, in less than half an hour, the paper bills and coins add up to almost two hundred dollars.

No wonder the crime rate in Gotham is so high that outsiders still flock to it.

This is hell and heaven!

As long as you find the right way, the money will come too fast.

"Can you lend me ten dollars?" The addict's face was full of envy.

Harry glanced at his guitar case, just a few pennies and pennies.

"I'll give you five dollars to buy a big hamburger and a carton of milk."

The young man struggled for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Five beautiful knives will do!"

Harley left Lower Manhattan with a bag and a bucket in hand.

She can't stay in one place for too long.

Originally, she had just come over from Times Square and planned to rest here until nightfall.

Naihe's unintentional performance brought a lot of beautiful knives, but it also made her famous in this neighborhood.

Being famous is the last thing she wants at this stage.

The underground tunnel at the entrance and exit of the subway station.

It's a club for homeless people.

From the stairs to the subway platform, there are homeless people of different ages everywhere.

Harley is one of them.

She originally planned to take the subway to Naihe Island for a night, and even bought a ticket, but after staying on the platform for a while, she found that it was very warm here.

Uh, of course it's not warm, but compared to the wind and bone in the ground block, it's really comfortable here.

So, like the homeless, she spread a blanket behind a concrete pillar and wrapped herself in a ball.

From three o'clock in the afternoon, I slept in a daze until dark.

After waking up, she didn't "get up" because she didn't know where to go or what to do.

"Perhaps, the loss of life goals and ideals is the biggest sadness of the homeless." She covered her head and felt very emotional.

"Can you give me some pocket money? I'm hungry, only twenty cents is enough." Right across from her, an old man in a brown coat shrugged his shoulders, one hand in his pocket, the other flat The stall stretched out, begging for money from every passerby.

Beside him lay an old woman with gray hair.

Like Harry, the old woman was wrapped in a thick black and greasy duvet, and even her head was shrunk in it.

"Hey, give me a knife, man Fake, you bastard, give me some money and you'll die!" The unshaven old man began to curse.

Pedestrians waiting for the bus moved further and further away from him.

"Give me ten cents. I'm really hungry. I'm so cold and hungry."

"Give me some money! We haven't eaten in a long time." There was weakness in his voice, like a dying man.

Harley couldn't help it anymore, these two old people are not only wives but also veterans and friends, it's too pitiful to be so hungry.

Just when she was about to throw a five-dollar bill, a pair of young men and women dressed in fashion walked past her, talking and laughing.

"Friend, how long has it been since you had dinner?" the man in a brand-new big goose down jacket chuckled.

The homeless man stood up suddenly and said excitedly, "Good sir, my wife and I haven't eaten for two days. Jesus' farts and eyes, it snows every day, and the cold is really unbearable."

The young man in the down jacket smiled contemptuously, held out three ten-cent coins and handed them three ten-cent coins, which the homeless man could not happily accept. He suddenly flipped his hand, and the coins landed on the concrete floor.

"Hahaha!" He laughed extraordinarily as if he had made an interesting game.

"Don't do this, Hambani!" The female companion took his arm and said angrily.

"Lucy, look, he doesn't care at all." The young man pointed at the homeless man lying on the ground picking up money, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Poor trash!"

The tramp took the money and ran out of the underpass like a rabbit.

Harry frowned, what would you eat for thirty cents?
A hot dog?
"What a poor man, he must be starving." Lucy said pitifully and worriedly, looking at his receding back.

"My dear, this has nothing to do with us," the young man put his arms around her, high-spirited and eloquently chatting, "First of all, they are not good enough, either they are not hard enough or smart enough, and they become the scum of the society that has been eliminated; in addition, the city hall's assistance The disbursement of funds has not been done well, and social welfare agencies are almost dead.”

"At least you should give him some more money, thirty cents won't buy anything." The woman said.

"Well, even if I give him a dollar, it's just a drop in the bucket for his sad life, not to mention he's not alone." The young man glanced at the old woman lying on the ground like a corpse.

The roar of the subway entering the station suppressed the conversation between the two, and when the car door opened, the man and woman immediately walked up holding hands.

Half an hour later, the vagabond who disappeared before reappeared with a smile of joy and anticipation on his face.

But he had no hot dogs or other food in his hands.

He returned to his original position, leaned on his wife, rolled up his sleeves, and took out a needle filled with clear liquid.
Harry sighed and covered his head again.

In just 2 minutes, the old woman's sharp howl woke her up and attracted everyone else.

The old tramp lay on the ground, twitching like epilepsy, foaming at the mouth, and losing his breath.

The old woman cried and called his name, trying to hold him down, but she couldn't.

Soon, two subway patrolmen came, and they just rolled the homeless man's eyelids, and immediately declared that the rescue was invalid, the person had lost his vital features, and they were ready to carry the body away.

"He's still convulsing, you should call 911 for an ambulance," the old woman pleaded.

"Are you rich?" the patrolman asked coldly.

"I" the old woman was speechless.

Calling an ambulance in the US requires a fee, it's common sense.

"Save the people first and let the welfare agency pay." Harley interjected.

"It's none of your business." The patrolman snapped.

With that said, he and his companions carried the "corpse" away.

What shocked Harry was that no one stopped by the onlookers.
It didn't take long for another subway to arrive at the station, the old people left, the new crowd came in, and the death of the homeless disappeared like a wave in the sea.

Only the old woman sat on the duvet and wiped her tears.

Harry got up and picked up the syringe that someone had kicked into the corner.

She was very curious, if [-] cents was converted into RMB, which was just over two yuan, would you be able to fly such a big tube?

I sniffed it. There is a pungent smell of hydrogen peroxide, it seems to be a disinfectant?

"Can sanitizer also work?" Harry said blankly.

Even the cleaning agent can be high, she is a little unsure.

Of course sanitizer can't be hi!

Thirty cents can't buy even a single Big Mom leaf.

In the face of the desperate pleas of the homeless, the peddler in this block took the trouble and viciously gave him a tube of disinfectant, falsely claiming that it was the latest "flying agent".

"John, John, woohoo!" The old woman cried so heartbroken that she almost lost control of her body and fell to one side, snot, tears, and saliva flowing together.

With a sigh, Harry left the guitar and the iron bucket where they were, and walked out of the subway station with only the bag on his back.

About a quarter of an hour later, she ran back with two convenient bags.

A KFC family bucket, two 1.5-liter bottles of Coke, a large box of preserved egg lean meat porridge, and a large bottle of milk.

"Hi, my name is Diana." Harry handed the porridge to the old woman, and the family bucket was placed between them.

She looked at the old woman seriously, her eyes full of doubts.

I was so heartbroken before, but now I'm dozing off on the concrete pillar.

"Child, you are so kind, and may God bless you." The old man must be very hungry, and without any courtesy, he took the paper bowl and snorted.

Originally, Harley was worried that the old man had indigestion and was not suitable for fried chicken legs, but she didn't want her to have a mouthful of porridge and chicken legs.

Not right!

How can an old woman eat so much?

Oh, it's good that she can eat, but she was heartbroken over her wife's death before!
Now her expression is calmer than the lake in spring, her eyes are clear and gentle, there is no sadness, no hostility, and no despair.

Is this old guy trying to trick her?

Not right either.

Harry herself wasn't sure she would be kind.

There are more than [-] homeless people in Gotham. She has seen too many tragic things these days, and she just stands by and looks indifferent.

Being able to move kindness today is not because she is really kind, but because she made a lot of money by "performing arts" during the day, which reduced the cost of kindness and kindness by a relatively large amount.

The old woman's mutation made the atmosphere between the two of them a little bit. It made Harry feel uncomfortable, and she felt like chewing the chicken leg in her mouth.

Suddenly, a cry not far away aroused her idea.

"Woo woo hoo ke ke!" The black-haired woman in a black sweater knelt on the ground, crying and burping.

"It's too heavy, I'm so uncomfortable! So much pain, so much despair, woo woo woo" The pain and despair emanating from the black-haired woman were almost so intense that they formed substance.

Anyone who saw her and heard her cries would have no doubt that she had just been through an extremely tragic accident.

Harley looked at the woman, and then at the satisfied old woman who was eating and drinking, she always felt a little weird.

Maybe it's not very kind to think so, but the performance of the two of them should be exchanged.

Thinking like this, the black-haired woman turned her head, her surprised and sad eyes met Harry's curious eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry couldn't help asking.

The woman is in her early twenties, with a delicate face with a little baby fat, and a gentle and compassionate temperament, which makes people feel that she is a kind and good girl at first glance.

The black-haired woman shook her head and stood up, ready to leave.

Harry trotted over, supported her and said, "Did you do something to that old woman? Don't deny it, I saw something in your eyes."

"I"

A strange thing happened, and as the woman became emotional, the shadow under her twisted like a living thing.

Dimly, Harry seemed to see a raven with its wings outstretched.

"Shit, I encountered a supernatural event."

　This Raven, Rachel Rose, is the past life of Raven Girl in Teen Titans.

　　In dc, the raven is definitely one of the top five most popular female characters, good-looking, mysterious and powerful, and very kind.

　　Could the ravens here be too old?

　　Raven is old, but she looks like a loli.In other words, the raven has to "die" several times (not completely dead, but only loses his body) before he can get the body of a "high school girl" that everyone is familiar with.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)