Bat family's cub is lost

The artisan who was splashing the holy water sighed leisurely, and looked around at the demons with a kind smile on his face, "It seems that there is still a little left, does any of you still want to try?"

The demons took another big step back with a "wow".

"Is there anyone who is willing to try?" The craftsman continued to smile, "Then who can tell me what happened above that caused the overcrowding of hell?" Look at the way those demons look at me and you, he added "Or, if you know anyone who knows, you can recommend it to me."

Demons, look at me and look at you, and a red-haired one is pushed out from the crowd.He staggered two steps and stood firm, spat on the middle fingers of those who pushed him behind, and then carefully looked at the craftsman.

"This—my lord," he raised a flattering smile, "there is a human gathering place at the westernmost part of the city. If you think about it, you should be able to find the answer there."

The craftsman nodded his feet and considered the lie in his words, and it took a while before he threw a bag of gold coins at his feet, "It's a very simple answer, if what you said is true, then this is your reward." He can No need to give, but the demons are the best at holding grudges. A good deal and proper deterrence can ensure that you will not be sold out by them unknowingly.

"Of course, my lord." The red-haired devil picked up the bag of gold coins and stuffed them into his sleeves, smiling even more flatteringly, "You will definitely get what you want."

The west side of the city where demons live is barren and dilapidated, looking like a refugee camp.Really good people can't go to hell, and those who are evil like clowns that can impress the demons are extremely rare.After all, humans are too weak.

The craftsman silently walked through the twisted alleys, ignoring the souls lying on the ground in pain, all the way inward, and then passed through a short street with some stalls that exchanged souls for items, and turned into a In a deeper alley.

"Don't move." A voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

The craftsman stopped in his tracks.

"I've been looking at you, you are very imposing in the devil's square, and you have lost the soul of the clown, who are you? Why are you here?"

"If you don't mind, can you let me turn around? I'm not used to talking into the air." The craftsman tilted his head slightly, an arrow brushed his face and nailed him to the ground, and he took off his hood.

"Stand there and don't move, or the next arrow will aim at your head."

"You mean that?"

Oliver Quinn, who was squatting in the dark at the corner of the roof, saw that the person who was aiming at the arrow disappeared suddenly, and instantly raised his vigilance, and then something knocked him on the head.Oliver made a backhand blow, kicked off the roof and shot an arrow in the air, turned over and landed on the roof beside him.

"Don't be so excited," the arrow shot by Oliver suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared in the hand of the craftsman. He fiddled with the arrow, patted his head, and muttered: "Ha, my memory has deteriorated a bit." Then, facing Oliver's gaze, he took off his hat like a gentleman, "It's an honor to meet you, Green Arrow Mr. Oliver Quinn."

The slightly childish face of the craftsman did not make Oliver feel at ease. Captain Fantastic is a child, and Batman's Robins are also children. "Who are you?" He aimed the arrow at the craftsman, squinting slightly. He looked up and asked.

"It doesn't seem suitable to fool around at this time." He lowered his head and scratched his face with a smile. "Then, call me Palmer. I haven't used this name for a long time." He laughed again and then softly Ask: "Mr. Oliver, I saw the souls congested at the door, what happened above?"

"Palmer?" Oliver thought carefully, "a name I've never heard of."

Palmer calmly explained, "Probably because I come from another world."

"Well, let's keep up, boy called Palmer." Oliver put away his bow and arrow and jumped off the roof, and took two steps, seeing that strange boy was still on the roof in a daze, "Did you grow on the roof? "

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Palmer jumped off the roof and landed lightly on the ground, "Because no one has called me that for a long time, so I didn't react for a while."

"Is this your fake name?"

"of course not."

"Fake name?" Like Batman once used a name like Marlon Match.

"No, it's just that code names are generally used." Palmer followed Oliver briskly, always three steps apart, neither far nor close.

"Your code name."

"Artisan, but you must have never heard of it."

really.Oliver clenched his fist and suddenly felt that this kid was a little annoying.

Palmer, who was annoyed, continued unconsciously, "Anyway, this is another world, and no one knows me. Using my real name and code name is the same effect." He rolled his eyes with a smile, "Besides, Mr. Oliver is already dead, so I wouldn't lie to anyone."

Tsk, this kid is really annoying.

"Come in," a tattered wooden door was squeezed between the corners of the wall, and Oliver pushed it violently, making a harsh "squeaky" sound, and the whole door was precarious as if it would fall down in a second Same.

The inside of the house is also as simple as the outside, with a small wooden table and two crooked stools.No bed, yes, the soul does not need sleep.

Oliver pulled out a stool and sat down, and put his bow and arrows on the table, with his hand still on the bow. "Tell me, boy, your origin, purpose, and a bunch of other messy things. Please be more specific. For example, you are a living person, right, why did you come to hell?"

"Because of an accident," Palmer sat on the other chair graciously, "demons have invaded the human world for some reason, so me and Lucifer, the one mentioned in the Bible, is not an important matter, If you want to know we'll talk about that later."

Palmer stopped Oliver's questioning words and continued: "I opened the gate of hell with the power he left behind, but I didn't run to the hell of my world. If you want to say why you can tell the difference, you can Understanding that the operating model and environment is different than what a few guys I know who have been through hell said."

"The next question, the purpose, right?" Palmer held his chin, "Is it to make it easier and quicker to adapt to the situation above? I still have to go to the top to have a look."

"Then I advise you to go back the same way and find a way to go back to your world directly." Oliver said coldly: "Now, at least when I die, the world above is not suitable for you at all." Kind of a kid jumping around."

Palmer put away his smile, narrowed his eyes slightly and opened them again, "It sounds like the world up there is terrible."

"Terrible."

"Then I'm more interested."

Oliver changed his sitting position and looked at the young man in front of him fixedly, "I hope you won't regret it."

"Joker, that goddamn bastard, he pulled Superman into a trap, hallucinated him and killed his own pregnant wife, Lois Lane, while he blew up Metropolis with a nuke he got somewhere, Millions of people died because of this." Oliver slammed the table hard, exhaling depression, "Superman is crazy, he killed the clown, kept clearing criminals, established his own super army and established a strict rule of violence, Go further and further down the path of deviation, and anyone who disobeys him will be suppressed."

"No surprise," Palmer twitched his lips.Do you know what he thought of?The Bruce who believed that Superman would not have no bottom line and tried to ease Superman through changes, but in the end he acquiesced to Wonder Woman to shoot and kill him in front of his eyes.The beginning of all bad things, let him begin to understand the world where sympathy for those who are different will only make everything worse.

"So," he tapped his fingertips on the table, "it might be offensive to say that, but I can tell from your words that you and Superman are not on the same side." Palmer looked up at him, "Then you died because Superman In that hand?"

"In the hands of Superman, that's right," Oliver didn't want to talk about this topic again, "how do you want to go up, and what do you want to do after you go up?"

"The first one is a secret. I'm not sure the gates of hell are opened in the same way on both sides. Maybe Satan here uses other codes. And the second one," Palmer flexed his wrist, "I like peace, the kind that can run around, Basking in the sun on the roof, as long as you don’t do bad things, you don’t have to worry about disturbing the peace of your life.”

"So, I want to twist Superman's head now." After a pause, he added to Oliver with a smile, "Don't look at me like that, it's just a joke."

In a secret base in the world, Green Arrow from another world is sitting on the table, surrounded by Green Lantern and Wonder Woman.The flame suddenly rising in the corner made everyone look over, and Sea King Arthur walked out of the flame.

"How did you get here?" Green Lantern asked.

"Aris, but not our Ares."

Green Arrow looked at the door, "We know, now come and see the Batman who is not us, he will tell you everything."

Another sudden sound made everyone look at that corner again, including Batman who had just walked in.

Green Lantern asked softly, "Ares again?"

"No, it's not like this time," Wonder Woman said, looking at the black mist that was tumbling and sizzling like boiling water. "It looks more like it came from hell."

"Ahem, cough, cough, they should repair this broken passage," accompanied by a cough, a boy of stature fell out of the black mist.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" asked Green Arrow.He had already taken the bow and arrow, Batman reached out to his belt, and Woman, Green Lantern and Aquaman also clenched their fists.

"Don't be nervous, I came from another world, but I didn't find a good landing point." Palmer raised his face covered in black and gray, "Palmer, code-named craftsman, do you want to get to know him?"

The author has something to say: The reason Palmer uses his real name here is because of the fear of getting lost.

I can't get too deeply involved with the people in my own world, and I'm afraid that I will gradually get lost and become just a craftsman, so I started to learn to find some anchor points for myself in other worlds.

It's like the doctor has been traveling for too long, he has one partner after another, constantly reminding him not to deviate from his oath, not to become indifferent.