The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1220 The Farm of Justice ([-])
Lucifer stared dumbfounded at the countless crystals filled with green light energy. His jaw slowly opened and closed, but he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. Then he raised his head, pointed at the mountain, and asked:

"You have emptied all the green light energy in the universe??!!"

"That's not enough." Schiller shook his head and said, "It's just the energy of a dozen total lamps, right? There shouldn't be so little emotional spectrum energy in the universe, right?"

Lucifer's hand gestured between Schiller, Hal and the green mountain, meaning "how on earth did you do it?"

"I remember, the rules and regulations of the legion are very strict? Moreover, those blue-skinned little guys regard the emotional spectrum as their own property, and they won't let people mess around. How can you be under their noses..."

Lucifer hesitated to speak, but in the end his eyes fell on Schiller's face. He didn't even need to think about it, it must be his own Pope who did something good.

"Let me introduce you." Schiller stood up, pointed at Hal, and said, "Green Lantern Military Police Supreme Green Lantern Leader, Green Lantern Corps Integrity Minister, Green Lantern Corps Logistics Department Chief, Green Lantern Training School Honorary Principal, Green Lantern Energy Chief Theft Investigator, greatest Green Lantern candidate ever - Hal Jordan!"

Lucifer slapped his forehead.

"I didn't want to be like this at first." Hal's expression was very innocent: "It's really because of the love from the brothers, and they really can't find anyone else."

Looking at Hal's expression, Lucifer realized that it was indeed not all about Schiller and Hal's problem. The biggest flaw of the Green Lantern Corps was that all their members were and could only be users of Green Lantern energy. .

It stands to reason that after important items are stolen, the victim should immediately contact an authoritative third party for investigation, but the problem is that there is no third party in the Lantern Corps.

Those who can't use the light ring don't understand energy, and those who can use the light ring are all suspects, and the little blue people don't trust other cosmic organizations, so in the end they can only choose the less suspicious among the suspects. The investigation team conducts an investigation.

As we all know, throughout the ages, if you check yourself, you can't get any results.

Hal's disguise is too good, showing complete loyalty in front of the little blue man, pointing and hitting, just like a captain of the gendarmerie, the little blue man suspects that he must use him because he needs to set an example.

So in just one or two years, Hal and his colleagues who had been instigated before made efforts at the same time, creating an accident while quelling the accident, making troubles and conducting investigations at the same time. At a high level, and in such a short period of time, almost all the energy gathered by the main lamp furnace was completely stolen.

And according to the previous thinking, they secretly infused the green light energy into certain weapons and machinery, locked them and sold them to other civilizations, allowing them to renew their fees when they expired, earning a lot of resources from other civilizations.

But because he didn't dare to make too much noise, and has always been a small-scale retail store, so much energy is left for Hal.

Schiller tapped the table lightly with the bottom of the wine bottle, and said: "You should know how powerful the energy of the green light is to ordinary people, even a talented Green Lantern like Hal, after seeing so many After the energy, it is inevitable to be tempted."

"I still have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to supervise these energies, but it would be a waste if they are left here. We all hope that these precious energies can contribute to the construction of the universe as soon as possible, and at this time , an authoritative and impartial third party is needed to supervise who can use and who can’t.”

Lucifer covered his forehead and said, "Can you remember that you are my pope?! And you are an angel??? It's fine for you to do this kind of thing secretly, but you still want to drag me into a thief ship? !...For the sake of the good relationship between the two of us, I just pretended I didn’t hear it.”

Schiller ignored him at all, but continued smoothly: "This job is so hard and busy, almost all year round, so this third party must be very hardworking and dedicated."

"Moreover, it's best for him to know the big figures in heaven, hell, and the world, understand their preferences, temperament, and character, learn a lot, and read a lot."

"Of course, he also needs to have some property in the human world. To cover up this kind of underground transaction that can't be brought to the surface requires a certain amount of financial resources and a certain amount of courage. After all, those blue skins are not vegetarians."

"Of course, to harvest such a cherished and precious resource, there will be many people who ask for it. He must also have firm willpower. He must not be lewd with wealth and power, and he must be realistic and fair enough."

"Stop talking!" Lucifer covered one of his eyes and said, "It's useless if you compliment me! Isn't this just selling stolen goods for thieves?!"

Schiller showed a smile, and Hal immediately knew what he was going to say, so before Schiller could speak, he spoke first:

"Actually, those blue skins who claim to be the guardians of the universe are the real thieves. They have completely monopolized the emotional spectrum energy that exists in nature."

"Originally, this naturally existing energy could be exploited and utilized by various races, but they made lamp furnaces, extracted all the energy, and locked it up. No one is allowed to use it except those they designate."

"It's okay if they can make good use of this energy, but the legion is nominally maintaining the law and order of the universe, but in fact it is completely a manifestation of their private will. They are only maintaining the law and order of the universe they want, not what they really want. Let those races get a better life."

"For example, some time ago, we sold a reactor, which is actually very simple, and it is a little more advanced than human industrial civilization. I'm not kidding, it is still an internal combustion engine in essence."

"It's just that we stuffed a mini lamp stove inside, which makes this reactor a veritable perpetual motion machine, and this race bought this machine to solve the catastrophic cold wave on their only planet."

"Before, when the cold wave broke out, they asked for help from the Green Lantern Corps, but they were rejected because their sector was too remote, and there was no Green Lantern in charge at all. The other Green Lanterns performed their duties and could not leave without authorization. .”

"But we all know that this is just an excuse. The real reason is that the place where this race lives is very desolate, and there is no possibility of developing an interstellar civilization. The population of the entire planet is less than 10 billion. They don't have any special abilities and their intelligence is average. , the willpower is also mediocre, and there has never been any Lantern Man."

"They have no value." Hal's tone was somewhat sad, and he pursed his lips and said: "The guardians of the universe say they want to maintain the law and order of the universe, but they only maintain the law and order that is valuable."

"What is even more unacceptable to me is that the definition of 'valuable' includes not only prosperity and strength, but also 'obedience', or in other words, obedience is the most important thing. "

"You have to allow a strange man with powerful energy to fly around at will within your territory, deal with all the accidents he may cause, and swallow his anger when he causes disasters for some reason. Only by praising him in the interstellar world can he be protected, otherwise, he will be abandoned."

"This is not true justice, nor is it the peace I am after." Hal shook his head and said, "Because obviously, human beings are not worthy enough, and human beings will never submit to them, and once we resist, they will be wiped out. At that time, we will become sinners who destroy the peace of the universe, and we must prepare for this early."

Schiller picked up his words and continued: "We hope that in the pan-human civilization, that is, among all groups and races that deal with human beings, we can find plastic talents, and use green light energy to strengthen weapons or equipment. Leave it to them to organize our own armed forces."

"But the problem is that this kind of energy is too powerful. So far, no one has the confidence to keep all the energy after the news spreads."

As soon as Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, Schiller said in advance: "I know, you want to say Batman, but have you ever thought that this energy may be polluted in Gotham? ... Gotham is special."

Lucifer thought for a moment, then said, "You want me to help you keep track of this energy?"

"In fact, we hope, to put this energy in your bar, someone who knows about it, meets someone who might be a good fit, recommends him to your bar, and you can investigate him again. And screening, and giving that energy to him in the right way."

"At the same time, you have to test whether he can make good use of this energy, such as telling him to do something."

"This can solve the problem that your bar has a low season. You need to find out who we are optimistic about among the guests who go to your bar."

"Not only to send him equipment, but also to send him tasks. You will meet all kinds of people and see how their lives have a turning point in you. They may go to the light, or they may go to the dark."

"Their life is not completely determined by you, but it is also related to you. You don't have to be responsible for them, but you can watch them have fun."

"I've said it all, I hate psychologists." Lucifer took a sip of wine, put the glass on the table, glanced at Hal and said, "Take me around town tomorrow, and pick out for my bar." A good corner."

When night fell, the temperature in Seaside City dropped significantly. Hal squatted in front of the fireplace to extinguish the flames. Schiller walked down the stairs. Hal looked up and asked him: "What's wrong? Professor, why didn't you go to sleep ?”

"Oh, I want to make a call."

Hal pointed to the telephone station next to him. After Schiller walked over, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch. When the minute hand turned to a mark, he picked up the receiver and dialed the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, in addition to Alfred's cordial greeting, there was also a cry of pain deeper than Bruce's, Aisha's sobbing, and a roar squeezed out of her throat. The scream of the little boy, and the sound of furniture collapsing and crackling.

Schiller looked down at his nails, and after waiting for a while, a low but panting voice came from the other end of the phone: "...Hello?"

"Hey, hello Mr. Thomas, I guess the arm you're holding the phone on is bleeding and you'd better go and bandage it."

"I don't have anything important. I just want to say that you should have found out that you have been completely deceived by me. This Gotham is completely different from what you imagined. Batman has suffered a complete defeat, sir."

"Then why are you so serious? . . . Good night."

Thomas listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver in a daze. He couldn't bear it anymore, hung up the phone vigorously, stood still and took a few deep breaths.

No matter how many times he loses to the Joker, Batman will still be blinded by anger.

Then, Thomas lowered his head, looked at the series of deep teeth marks on his arm, took a breath, looked at the three little boys who were pressing Aisha on the sofa, gritted his teeth and said:

"Who can explain to me, what's going on? How could Bruce have an illegitimate daughter? And... why are her teeth so sharp?!"

"Oh, born with deformed teeth, too young to be corrected, there is a medical certificate issued by a dentist..." Dick said, looking left and right.

"Then why are her eyes vertical???"

"Heterochromia, there is a diagnosis certificate issued by an ophthalmologist." Jason said confidently, crossing his arms.

"Why can't she just yell, but can't speak?"

"Children with autism have a diagnosis sheet issued by a psychiatrist." Tim said innocently.

"Okay, last question, who is her mother?"

At this time, Alfred stepped forward, looked at Thomas sincerely and said.

"Sir, to put it simply, a passionate juvenile pleasure, an accident, a heartbroken mother, an innocent illegitimate daughter..."

Thomas covered his eyes.

　After Torturing Son Torturing Dad

Is this the clown?
　
(End of this chapter)