American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miao Mu looked at Louise who was sitting at the table, eating the takeaway breakfast he ordered this morning without any hesitation. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Barry was squeezing in a bed with Jason upstairs.

He put the reindeer mask on his head again, sat in front of the table, and looked at Clark who looked innocent and simple.

"You guys came to Gotham, are you here to... have fun?"

Miaomu came over with bread, looked at some circus dolls thrown on the table, and glanced at Barry next to him.

Barry was wearing a jacket, folding his arms, and was silent. Although he felt that this world line had been changed irreversibly, some things remained unchanged.

For example, the situations of Clark, Lois, Batman... and Naegi are not much different, with basically no changes.

But are they gathering together in advance?

Although he seemed silent on the surface, Barry was not a silent person. He just kept complaining and grumbling in his heart.

"Almost. Let's rush out for an article, an interview with the Zatara Circus. We finished it last night." Louise put a soup dumpling dipped in vinegar into her mouth with a happy look on her face.

"By the way, can I interview you?"

Louise asked with a look of delight, wiped her hands professionally, picked up the notebook she carried with her and was about to start recording the interview.

"Louise." Clark reminded helplessly.

"It's okay, interview me... There doesn't seem to be anything to interview, right? After all, we're not as safe as the metropolis."

Miao Mu tore off a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth. "Our specialty here is all kinds of homicides and murders, which are not suitable for recording."

"No, it's about Batman, your superhero here. I heard you met him."

Louise turned the notebook over and showed Naegi a sketch she had drawn last night in the circus audience after listening to what the audience said.

She was very interested in superheroes, and of course the one that interested her the most was Superman, but what would a superhero be like in a city like Gotham with a very high crime rate?

Lois has already smelled the scent of exclusive news. Of course, she also took a look at the Gotham newspapers, but she was hesitant about the existence of Batman.

Unlike the Metropolitan, which directly pursues Superman for an interview, if there is no topic about Superman on any news page, it must be a worthless street tabloid.

"This...how should I put it, it's very vivid and brutal." Miao Mu looked at the sketch and nodded repeatedly.

The Batman drawn on it looks like a huge black triangle, a demonic image, two pointy ears, and a bat logo on the chest, which basically fits the stereotype of Batman.

"Can you tell us about it? Or, do you know where we can interview him?" Louise clapped her hands excitedly.

"The area on the street has the highest rate of police calls. He might appear there, but it's not certain. He might be unable to act out because of some other things."

Miao Mu threw down the bread in his hand. There was no way his breakfast was eaten by Louise. He picked up the soy milk on the table and took a sip.

"By the way, Christmas is coming soon. Do you have to complete your interview assignment here as well?"

Naegi turned his head and looked at the calendar on the wall. It was only two days away from Christmas, and he had already started preparing red envelopes for the Arkham Police Department, ready to give those police officers early vacations.

After all, this festival in America is the Chinese New Year, one of the most important festivals of the year.

"I plan to leave right after the interview. Of course, I'm going to go straight to vacation. By the way, Cornfield Boy, where are you going?"

Lois just remembered that Clark's vacation was cut short in order to find a partner for herself, so he came with her.

"Me?" Clark sat at the table politely and raised his hand to push his glasses. "I'm going back to Kansas to spend Christmas with my mom."

When talking about his mother, Clark smiled like a big kid. He was also a filial son and would occasionally fly back in the middle of the night to help his family clean up the land.

Therefore, when the super mother wakes up, she often finds that the seeds she bought yesterday have already been planted in the ground.

However, as Clark became busier and busier in the metropolis, this situation gradually became less common, so he wanted to go home for Christmas, although he didn't need a ticket as long as he wanted.

"Wow, what a sweet baby." Louise teased, turning to look at Barry, who was sitting at the table wearing a reindeer mask.

In fact, Louise wanted to ask at first, who would wear an animal headgear in the house and sit on a chair with his arms folded? But she didn't have the courage to ask.

"Ahem, this is my friend...that Barry." Miaomu introduced him first, otherwise it would be hard to describe Barry's image.

"Um, hello." Louise greeted politely.

Barry nodded quickly, but his mask could not block Superman's sight at all. Not to mention the coat, Superman could even see how many times his heart was beating.

"By the way, where is Jason?" Louise just remembered that she didn't seem to see the boy she saw last time at Naegi's house.

"It looks like he's preparing something at his teacher's house. Christmas is coming soon, and I think he's preparing gifts for his friends as well."

"By the way, I seem to have noticed since last time that you don't seem to have a girlfriend?" Louise asked.

"How can you tell that?" Miaomu looked at his body in confusion, wondering if the smell of himself as a single dog had been marinated into his body, so that it could be seen at a glance.

"You just said it yourself." Louise chuckled and said, "It's mainly because there are too many things scattered around your house at any time. It doesn't look like there is a mistress at home at all."

"Actually, I'm a little busier than you think."

Miao Mu changed the subject: "By the way, if you don't mind, I can introduce you to the Gotham Police Department. My old friend, Sheriff Gordon, has a lot of information about Batman."

"Of course I don't mind. When are we leaving?"

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"Ah! Shit!"

Oswald the Penguin was covering his hands and running for his life along a winding path.

Blood was oozing out from the palm of his hand where it was pierced by the chain, but fortunately he was used to wearing white gloves.

The wound has now been blocked.

But the monster behind him was still chasing him.

Oswald didn't know how to describe it.

Gotham's nighttime legend, Batman, is a guy with great skills, but the pursuers behind him are completely beyond his imagination.

Demons, monsters, biological weapons in the laboratory, whatever you call them, Oswald doesn't want to encounter them at all.

God is my witness, he was just a broker, acting as a middleman to smuggle some things out and make some money.

He shouldn't be hunted like this, right? Even if Batman comes, he can't throw him into jail. He didn't commit any crime!

Just when Oswald saw the entrance of the alley and was about to run out, a figure fell from the sky and blocked his way. The scarlet cloak seemed to have life and spread out instantly.

"Damn it..." Oswald quickly stopped and looked at the monster in front of him with a frown.

A tight black uniform with white marks as if it was painted on with a brush, iron chains wrapped around the body, red wrist guards with spikes on the arms, and a scarlet cloak behind.

What scared Oswald the most was the pair of fluorescent green eyes on that guy's face. They looked like the will-o'-the-wisp in a cemetery, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

It was like facing a cold corpse.

"Tell me... where this thing is."

The corpse-like monster unfolded a parchment scroll from its hand, on which was drawn the outline of a spear.