The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 168 The Long Easter ([-])

"First of all, what I want to tell you is that, as you guessed, now, your stronghold has become completely sealed, just like a can."

"And the oxygen in the can is limited. How many of you are there now? Huh? I guess there are at least 20?"

"According to this amount, the existing oxygen in the can can only keep you alive for three hours at most."

"You think you have hidden this stronghold very secretly, but we have discovered it a long time ago."

"As you have guessed, this is a premeditated trap, and now, I want to play a game with you."

"An oxygen pipeline is leading to this tank, but the nozzle for delivering oxygen is hidden in the wall. You have to dig the wall yourself to find this pipeline, otherwise the oxygen will be completely exhausted in three hours."

"Owls need to breathe too, right?"

The fingers of the woman wearing a bird-shaped mask began to tremble a little, but the voice on the radio did not stop. Everyone heard him say: "Don't imagine that your companions or those killers you have cultivated will come to save you. Judging from the thickness and hardness of the ice around you, no one, or even a machine, will be able to dig into your place within three hours."

The voice in the tape recorder began to become cadenced, echoing in the conference room, darker and more terrifying than the nursery rhymes spread by the court of owls.

"In the past, you stood on the tall buildings in Gotham City, overlooking all living beings, looking at the suffering people, and digging food that can fill your stomach in the land."

"Later, you hid underground, looked up at the scarred feet of countless pairs of mortals, and ran quickly to survive."

"And now, you'll get a taste of what it's like to have a chance at survival with your hands."

They heard that the voice in the tape recorder began to soften, even a little gentle, as if dreaming: "...my little birds, dig, dig off your fingers in order to obtain the most ordinary and humble air."

"Or, use your deaths... to offer sacrifices to Gotham's resurrection."

After the sound fell, finally someone in the conference room couldn't help it anymore. A man in a mask threw the tape recorder out tremblingly and fell to the ground. The rest of the people watched his crazy behavior and remained silent.

"...Are we really going to dig?" The female voice became a little trembling, and she said, "There are no tools here, how are we going to dig these walls..."

"We're already trapped, and if we don't dig, we'll suffocate!"

"But what if he lied to us?" said an old voice.

"But if we wait here, we will definitely die! This is a well-designed trap, and they will not let us go!"

"Do you want me to plan those wall tiles with my fingers?!" another man said loudly, and then he stood up, waved his fat arms and said, "I am one of the thirteen jury members! And I am qualified The oldest one! My family is too, you all dig for me! I order you!"

Others stood up one after another and refuted what he said. Someone said: "My family is the richest now, and you should dig it!"

Some people also said: "It should be a strong body to dig!"

"Why should I go?"

"It's all your fault! You should go!"

"You too……"

During the dispute, suddenly, silence shrouded for a few seconds.

Obviously, some of them thought of an easier way to survive than digging the wall.

In the office of the Gotham Police Department, everyone was silent. Gordon shivered. He looked at Schiller and said, "I don't think the problem with the Owl Court is too serious. The serious thing is..."

"You didn't really plan ahead, did you?" Victor also turned to look at Schiller.

Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "You lied to them, who knows where their hidden strongholds are hidden? How could I go to such great lengths to lay an oxygen pipeline for them?"

"Okay, let's not mention this, the rest of the link is bargaining, Detective Gordon, I remember you said before, there are a few gangsters who are particularly difficult to deal with, and like to negotiate conditions with the police?"

"Don't mention it soon." Gordon said, rubbing his temples, "I get a headache when I mention them."

"Well, it's up to them, let them take turns to quarrel with the owl court, and tell them that they will be given 5 points in the final compensation."

"Hiss..." Gordon gasped, and said, "The Court of Owls will lose their underpants!"

Then Gordon clicked his lips and said, "I always think you have premeditated."

"Would you like to hear me tell a fairy tale?" Schiller smiled and blinked.

"It was a group of little birds with golden feathers. The poor little birds fell into the hands of the hunter because of carelessness. They begged the hunter for forgiveness, and were willing to pluck out their precious feathers in exchange for the hunter to let them go..."

Schiller suddenly changed the subject again and said, "What are you going to eat for Easter?"

He asked himself and answered, "Anyway, I'm going to eat roast chicken."

One night passed, and the next morning, the news that Gotham had suffered a large-scale terrorist attack hit the headlines of major newspapers.

Mayor Roy burst into tears at the press conference, denouncing the casualties caused by terrorists, and also accused the federal government of failing to fulfill its security obligations, calling Gotham an 'abandoned city'.

Collapsed buildings, ruined streets, submerged shops and frozen cars, as pictures of the aftermath of the disaster leaked out, the Court of Owls has become a cruel terrorist that everyone despises.

Various confusing news reports emerged one after another, and the number of casualties began to become more and more exaggerated. From the initial tens of thousands to tens of thousands, in the end, more than half of the citizens of Gotham were either killed or injured.

But the strange thing is that various fundraising activities started sooner than disaster relief operations. Major newspapers published channels for fundraising. Gotham held dozens of charity dinners in the week before Easter.

On a cold weekend morning, the reports on the desk of the city government office fluttered with the breeze outside the window.

The flimsy paper was turned over page by page, and the numbers continued to grow. Finally, a stamp was stamped on it. Roy raised his hand, handed the report to his subordinates, and said, "Happy Easter."

As his words fell, the branches outside the window began to grow, and pieces of green sprouts stretched out from the branches of the branches, and the largest reconstruction in Gotham's history began.

In the past, the transformation of Gotham was basically to make up for what was wrong. If there is an open space here, a warehouse will be built, and if there is an open space, a station will be opened there. The reconstruction method is actually the least effective method, but at the time, there was no other way.

But this time is different. Due to a wave of floods and a wave of freezing, the volume expansion caused by the process of turning water into ice, the ice blocks cracked most of the surface. If repairs are not carried out, it will be completely impossible to open to traffic.

Even if you don’t want your own site to be remodeled, you can’t help it. The roads are so damaged that you can’t even walk. If you don’t participate in the remodeling, then you can only stay at home and wait to starve to death.

Things have come to this point, and the bad is bad. If you want to continue to live, you still have to repair.

Overnight, the unemployment rate in Gotham almost became zero, because manpower is needed everywhere, to rebuild sewers, repair roads and collapsed houses, and build new logistics facilities according to the new plan...

This sounds unreasonable, because there is no output in a short period of time, but the organizers need to pay a lot of labor costs, which requires an astronomical initial investment.

But thanks to the already bald owl court, those unlucky bastards who were imprisoned by this big dog joint organization tearfully plucked all their feathers in order to survive, and provided sufficient funds for Gotham's reconstruction plan, even If you can't make a profit in the short term, you can still stick to it.

With the money in place and the people in place, the reconstruction plan will proceed very smoothly, and the benefits brought by the underground ice layer are more than one.

Gotham is a city on the east coast, with a humid monsoon climate and four distinct seasons, that is, cold in winter and hot in summer.

In the past, in April, the temperature has risen significantly, and it has begun to enter the hot summer, but the huge underground ice layer has changed the climate in some areas, causing the average temperature of Gotham to drop by more than 10 degrees, and it has returned to Early winter temperatures.

The citizens of Gotham City are very unaccustomed to this climate, and colds are common these days.

But some people just want to escape the summer heat and can't find a place.

The east coast is not all gotham's four-seasonal climate, and some places are very hot. By April, the summer is already scorching. If this group of people wants to escape the heat, they have to go further north. Now, Gotham It has become the nearest low-temperature city to them.

Of course, they dare not come to Gotham for tourism, but Gotham's climate change has also affected surrounding areas, such as Bludhaven, and suddenly, Bludhaven's tourism industry has flourished.

Brudhaven was almost knocked out by the pie falling from the sky.

This is actually just a small city. Because it is too close to Gotham, there are no outsiders, so the degree of development is relatively low. It has many natural rural scenery, and it is not like Gotham, where it is cloudy and rainy every day.

After the climate change in Gotham, Brudhaven is sunny during the day and breezy in the morning and evening, making people feel comfortable and attracting many tourists from surrounding cities.

Because Bludhaven is too close to Gotham, many Gotham news spread here immediately.

But what these tourists see is not a horrible city full of murders or bloodshed every day. All the news from Gotham can be summed up in two words - lack of people.

As I said before, although there are many local residents in Gotham, they have been idle for too long and their work efficiency is too low. Even if they are fully employed, rebuilding such a large city is still not enough.

Although Gotham is a mega city, there are not many migrant workers. In this era of comprehensive infrastructure upgrades, the lack of labor has become the biggest obstacle to efficiency. The major gangs are looking for people like crazy, and even offer high prices to hire them. outsider.

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. If there are too many people, there will always be a few who are not afraid of death. There are really a few people who dare to risk their lives to come to Gotham to work.

In fact, they are not entirely out of curiosity, but because the prices charged by the gangsters here are too high. Anyway, they are all the fur from owls, so it doesn’t hurt to use them. The higher the wages offered by the gangsters, And it's still the end of the day, so people can't help but be tempted.

After the outsiders came to Gotham, they found that the city was different from what they had imagined. In the past, they thought it should be a city with the theme of gun battles every day and zero-dollar purchases, but after they came here, they discovered that, Gotham is orderly.

Compared with other regions, Gotham is indeed very weird. The defenders of order here are gangsters. They have a tough attitude, violent methods, many ideas, and crazy things, but the violent order is still order.

When the whole city entered into a frenzied atmosphere of making a big cake together, many shortcomings brought about by the violent order were covered up, while the remaining advantages were amazing, such as efficiency and stability.

It sounds absurd to use the adjective "stable" for such a city, but it is what it is. Outsiders have discovered that the order built by the gangsters is actually very stable, at least when the money is abundant and everyone has a job. ,Is such that.

There is no shortage of desperadoes who are desperate for money in this world. The news that Gotham is making money quickly spread, and many of these people began to be moved by the news and wanted to come to Gotham to try their luck.

The influx of more and more outsiders has begun to draw people's attention and discussion to the situation inside Gotham. The mystery of such a sinful city has been gradually revealed, and the city's stories have begun to appear in major media and newspapers. figure.

Many people think this is a barbaric place that drinks blood like hair, some people think it is a crime capital where evil breeds, but more people, they see from these reports about Gotham, it is a chaotic but wealthy super city. metropolis.

The gang leaders here drive luxury cars, smoke cigars, and throw piles of banknotes from the roof of the building. Rock singers sing heavy metal in the rain of money. Behind them are all kinds of chaotic and colorful graffiti, and the neon lights reflect the endless flow of the road. The traffic flow, the crowd shouting frantically on the side of the road...

Like Schiller, people began to realize that this is not only the capital of crime but also the capital of genius, the city of crime and the city of art.

There has never been a city in the world that has such absurd and bizarre aesthetics as Gotham. This is the soil of performance art and a paradise for incomprehensible lunatics.

There are even many people who have found resonance from this temperament. They began to try to deconstruct the causes and current situation of such a unique city, and then they were infected by the overflowing madness here and became the spiritual residents of the city of sin.

Artists worship madness, sages shout for freedom, fools live in absurdity, smart people make a lot of money, the chaos of Gotham has bred countless completely different souls, and nowhere has people been so different.

When this kind of temperament began to be gradually recognized by people, the image of Gotham also changed from the evil capital of human depravity to the root of evil with a touch of divinity and mystery.

It's hard to say that this is a good change, but at least it has changed.

This change in external image has also brought about other changes. For example, the phone of Gotham University’s admissions counseling office began to ring non-stop, and some young people who pursued rebellion and novelty began to include Gotham University in their list of schools to apply for.

But the teachers at Gotham University didn't have much time to answer questions. Of course, the freezing of Gotham also affected the teaching facilities of Gotham University, mainly because of the cracking of the road surface, which caused a lot of headaches.

Due to large cracks in the school square and playground, students were unable to move around, and the teaching building became dilapidated overnight due to damaged foundations. , Teachers and students can only do it themselves.

Almost all the original activities before Easter were cancelled. A corner of the restaurant building collapsed, let alone organizing any dinner parties. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about Easter. At this time, everyone was concentrating on rebuilding the campus.

Schiller led a few students quickly through the corridor and came to the door of the big classroom. After pushing the door open, the students saw him and shouted: "Professor! Here! We can't hold him anymore!" "

Schiller walked over, and several students pressed a boy who was struggling crazily. He kept waving his arms and shouting, foaming at the mouth and twitching, like a mental illness attack.

Schiller said: "First subdue him, then lift him into the car and take him to the hospital."

After Schiller followed the car to Arkham Mental Hospital, before he could go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment, another call came. Victor said over there: "Another person in Building 2 of the dormitory area is ill. It seems to be a large patient. Second girl, what is going on here?"

"It may be the aftermath of the rain. I must conduct a detailed examination. If there is another case, you will be sent directly to the hospital."

After Schiller hung up the phone, he came to the boy's ward. Through the observation window, he saw the boy hiding on the side of the bed with a face full of fear, shouting nonsense syllables loudly, and Schiller shook his head. Shaking his head, he said in a low voice, "There's something wrong with this symptom..."

He called Victor and said, "Have these students been exposed to anything lately?"

"Didn't you say it was raining..."

"The symptoms are not the same as in the rain. Although they both have convulsions and hyperactivity, the details are somewhat different."

"What have you been in contact with..." Victor over there was very puzzled, and he said, "Let me help you ask, these two students are not in the same class... Oh! Wait! What did you say? Damn... ...Another man is ill! Where is he? Take me there quickly..."

Then Victor said to the other end of the phone while running: "Another student has an illness, and I will tell you when I find a common ground..."

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(End of this chapter)