[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

In fact, if there is a two-and-a-half-meter tall man who throws people on the ground like a crazy Hulk, as long as the person being dumped is not Loki, there is a high probability that he will be slapped. Throw a comminuted fracture or even hemiplegia.

Unfortunately, Professor Pigface doesn't have the unusual physical qualities of an Asgardian.

As an ordinary earthling, or a scientific researcher of the operating system (...), Professor Zhumian's fighting power mainly comes from his brain and props. As for physical strength and physical strength, he is completely incomparable with Batman.

So of course Professor Pig is not paralyzed.

—he was paraplegic by Solomon Grundy.

With a broken spine, multiple comminuted fractures and internal bleeding, this criminal who is full of crimes can only live on the bed in an ugly way. Just like the victims whose lives were taken away by him, he will never again There is no future to speak of.

If it wasn't for Professor Pig being thrown into cardiopulmonary arrest (comatose) in the middle and looking like he was dead, then maybe Solomon Grundy would have beaten him until he died.

"Okay big guy." Robin walked over and patted his arm, "Well done. I've wanted to do this for a long time, but it's a pity that father and Yeyi always show that fussy look. Seriously, If we can solve it like this, how much trouble can we save.”

"Robin." Batman cast a disapproving look at his son.

"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday."

The big zombie repeated this meaningless nursery rhyme, and slowly bent down. After such a long time, he also suffered a lot of injuries, especially when he smashed through the wall just now, it seemed that he was seriously injured. , an arm was hanging limply by his side, and the bandage on his right hand was already stained red with blood.

"Ah... ah woo..."

Frankenstein's monster girl ran towards him, holding Solomon Grundy's hand weakly, her small palm touched the wound on his body, her rust-red forehead covered most of her Her face made it hard to see what expression she was showing.But judging from her anxious movements, her eyes must be full of worry and sadness at the moment.

"Monday... Born on Monday..."

The big zombie also seemed to be a little flustered because of this. He fumbled for his pockets, and it took him a long time to find a small wilting flower from the pocket of his tattered jacket, which had already crumbled after being in the pocket for too long. Rotten.Slender flower stalks and dark green leaves, small white flowers, the tone should be dull, but the stamens are golden as bright as the sun.

Solomon Grundy hesitated for a moment, but carefully handed the flower to the girl in front of him.

It was a small flower that he managed to find near the entrance of the sewer before the accident happened. It was not very dazzling, and it was not as beautiful as those displayed in the flower shop.

But Frankenstein took it anyway, happily wearing it in his hair.

"Woo... um huh?"

The girl with an inhuman shape tilted her head, as if asking him "does he look good?"

"Born on a Monday... F, Fran..."

The big monster seemed to want to praise but couldn't find a reliable word. It struggled for a long time, and finally raised its hand clumsily, imitating the gesture he didn't know from which human being, and rushed with both hands. Thumbs up to Frankenstein.

"Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday!"

He stared at the girl and said loudly, as if this would allow the girl to understand his praise.There was a little smile on his face, as if shy, his lips were pursed inward, and his eyes were lowered like a child.

A small smile played on Frankenstein's lips.

"Thank you... you... um... um..."

The supposedly irrational Berserker squeezed out broken words from his throat with difficulty.Then she stretched out her hand and held the big hand that was handed to her again. She happily moved the sharp metal corner over and rubbed it lightly.

"Next." Robin took out a small medical kit from the universal belt and threw it over, "Although I don't know if this is useful for zombies, you can use it."

Batman glanced at his son unexpectedly but not unexpectedly.

Surprisingly, Damian actually expressed kindness to others, or in other words, he has now learned to think about what kind of help weak people need.The League of Assassins wouldn't teach this kid these things.He has become more and more like a qualified Robin, not the son of the devil.

Not surprisingly, Solomon Grundy may have been more of a large animal to Damian, and Damian has always been incredibly patient with animals - given his attitude towards humans.

"Uh-uh-uh..."

Frankenstein uttered a series of thank-you murmurs, then unwrapped the bandages and began to re-bandage Solomon Grundy's wounds. Indistinct flesh and blood from the impact of smashing the wall.

Batman's pupils narrowed suddenly.

Because he suddenly discovered that the red mark on Solomon Grundy's right hand was not a Command Seal, but a crooked red flower drawn with an oil-based pen.

Children's graffiti are like childish promises.He could completely imagine how the girl in front of him painted it.

This is not right.

thought Batman.

Frankenstein is indeed a heroic spirit, Bruce can be sure of this, the substance that makes up the existence of a heroic spirit is completely different from the substance that constitutes the existence of a human being, not to mention that Masters (Masters) have a special response to the heroic spirit.He believes [-]% that Frankenstein is the heroic spirit of Berserker (Berserker), who has not yet appeared.

But Solomon Grundy did not have a command spell that marked the status of Master.

— something is wrong.

You Leng's intuition was like a snake, spitting out letters on the back of his neck.

From the beginning of the Holy Grail War... no, to be precise, from the day when the red tattoo inexplicably appeared on the back of his hand, this intuition was like a snake lurking in the grass, sliding across his back from time to time, facing He spat out a cold letter.

Batman's eyes drifted to the prison cell next to him again. The oversized shackles and the electric shock equipment on the torture rack all indicated that this was a special weapon prepared for Solomon Grundy. As long as he made any abnormal movements, he would be shocked. He cannot act.He didn't think this big man with a worrying intelligence would be able to break free from this shackle on his own.

—unless someone helps him.

The thought slipped through his mind.Pierce the fins on the sea surface like a shark sword in the sea.

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No matter how many thoughts crossed Batman's mind in a split second, he let Frankenstein go with Solomon Grundy.

Seeing the backs of the two walking away together, Batman and Robin sat on the gargoyle, and neither of them spoke first.

"I don't see the point of that," said Robin dryly. "He'll forget eventually, won't he?"

Solomon Grundy is a zombie.The zombie's brain has been severely damaged, he can't fully express himself, and it's hard to really remember anything.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday, seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, buried on Sunday... Such was the life of Solomon Grundy."

As in that nursery rhyme, every time Solomon Grundy comes back from the dead, he forgets the past.

His time is so long, but his memory is so short.Even if he gets friendship now, he will soon forget it.

How many times has Batman befriended the monster?

Even he himself doesn't remember it.

Whether it was the dinner Batman put in the sewer on Thanksgiving, or the helping hand he extended to Grundy in the dark, he always forgot, and this time was no exception.

One day, Solomon Grundy will also forget Frankenstein, forget that they used to be friends, and forget that Batman and Robin broke into Professor Pig's factory with him to rescue his friends.His brain couldn't remember these things.

That's why Robin felt that his father's tenderness at this moment seemed so meaningless.

However, Batman still denies his opinion.

"That makes sense."

He said.

">Tt<"

Robin didn't say the "I can't see it" out of his mouth.

Damian pulled his hood down, thinking, since my father said so, then I'll believe it.

Because fathers can do no wrong.

Batman watched the two figures disappear into the night.

Perhaps one day Solomon Grundy will forget what happened that night.

But at the moment, their friendship is all real.

Even if briefly, it is real.

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On the other side, Ada was watching in the night.

Her Servant was revealed behind her.

"I'm curious about your reasons for letting Frankenstein and Solomon Grundy go," he said.

Ada said calmly: "All I want is for the Master to leave the stage."

"You really don't have the talent to play a villain." Professor Moriarty complained about her. "I've made so many plans for you, but few of them can actually be carried out."

Ada responded with a powerful blow.

"I finally left you and Holmes with a chance to confront each other head-on. That's fine."

[Holy Grail War: Second Night: Berserker Frankenstein gave up participating in the war, and Master Solomon Grundy surrendered the Command Seal. 】

She jotted down the line in her notebook.

"However, it's not only evil wishes that cause nightmares in this world, Master."

The uncrowned king of criminology gave a slightly malicious smile.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

"Don't repeat Hayek's words to me, of course I know."

Ada raised her hand and stroked her arm, her eyes darkened.

"But what needs to be done still needs to be done."

When she killed the first time, she knew that it was impossible to play Happy End with Bruce.

The author has something to say:

To tell you the truth, I had the chainsaw guy on my mind when I wrote this chapter.

I was really surprised when Reese took the flower that was spit out by the electric times.

Of course, the transition from "Lesai took my heart away, and there will be no more joys and sorrows" to "Yeah!" surprised me even more.

As expected of you, Fujimoto, the second freest man on earth.

Who can guess the plot of Fujimoto's next episode?No one can guess.I guess Fujimoto didn't know it until he wrote it himself.

Fujimoto tree, a mudslide in the juvenile JUMP.

I’ve read manga for so many years, and this is the first time I’ve seen a male manga artist take action on his protagonist’s 〇〇.Really, for a male cartoonist, he would rather let the male protagonist lose his arms and legs than lose his eggs! ! !

I still can't forget the comment section of the first chapter of the manga, which was full of "a lonely warrior and an egg", Fujimoto, so terrifying.

By the way, when the Dark Demon came on stage, the row of astronauts was really out of SAN, not to mention me, my tenth-level horror movie lovers and hacker friends all saw SANCHECK.