[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

Damian was forced to change into clothes worn by ordinary children, his hair was fluffy and soft, his expression was stiff and angry, and he looked extremely reluctant.

Joe, Steven and Stark, who also put on normal clothes, were already waiting for him.

"Why are you staring at me again?" Damian frowned.

"It's nothing." Stark showed a beating smile, "Let's go! Papa will take you to buy clothes!"

The four sneaked out from the back door of Stark Tower.

When Steven and Stark dressed up together and took the twins to go shopping, Gotham traveled all the way.

The lifestyle of city spirits is far from that of human beings, and their "movement" is not the movement in human understanding. This kind of "movement" is more like a teleportation when the target city allows it.

The scenery is stretched by extreme distortion, but the space is compressed into a strange flat state.

But in the blink of an eye, Gotham appeared in London.

He was invited by London, but he did not see the shadow of London.

London today is shrouded in fog.

Generally speaking, if any city spirit performs ultra-long-distance compression movement and enters the territory of other cities, he can only appear beside the will of the target city.

So London must be around here.

Gotham looked around. This is a very common rough apartment-style room, only about 50 square meters, with no traces of decoration at all. He glanced around, but still found nothing, but was surprised by the situation in the opposite room. To attract attention.

There is a crime scene next to it, which has been surrounded by layers of warning strips.

Looking at the past from the perspective of Gotham, one can see that a police detective is holding his forehead and seems to have a very headache, while another tall man is constantly thinking about it, and from time to time he will suddenly lie down on the ground to search carefully, and the corpse next to him There was another shorter man who was examining the body with a cane.

I don't know what's going on, but the man with the cane gave off a very subtle feeling.

Like a rabbit?

Gotham suspects something is wrong with his eyes.

Silently, the mist gradually gathered in front of him, and those mist-like water droplets gathered into a subtle human figure, but it was still indistinct, only knowing that the other party was an adult with a height of about 175cm, with a slender figure and even gender. It's very blurry and hard to see.

The cloud of fog blocked Gotham's sight impartially, so Gotham took the initiative to step back half a step to make room.

"London." Gotham recognized the other party.

Misty swayed up and down slightly, as if nodding.

Gotham's expression was subtle, and London's behavior gave him a very strange feeling, so he tried to adjust the angle to see what was happening next door, but the fog immediately swayed, just blocking his sight again.

Gotham fell silent.

"Can I know who that is?" Gotham still respects London.

London: "They are Sherlock Holmes and his assistant, and the chief of police here."

Holmes.

This is also a very famous human being.

Although the number of ways is different from that of superheroes, they are also famous in the city in their own way. After all, human beings are very good at being monsters. It’s okay to plant a bomb or release a virus.

Even Gotham will think about what happens if the Riddler meets Holmes?

I guess the Riddler will be pissed off, right?

"Let's change places." London said reservedly.

Before the words were finished, the surrounding space shook slightly. London dragged Gotham to move, and when they each stood firm, the surrounding scenery had turned into a different courtyard.

They were in the middle of a maze of straw walls, and in front of them was a pavilion painted pure white, in which London sat, and Gotham walked past.

Black tea, scones, unknown jam.

"I don't think the following topic is suitable for afternoon tea." Gotham could only remind gently.

London chuckled:

"You know? The blood and betrayal I have seen with my own eyes is much more than the sunrise and sunset you have experienced. Why do you think this matter is very serious to me? It is so serious that I can't take it at will. Come to talk about afternoon tea?"

There was a hint of murderous intent in London's tone, and it was as cold as ice, but it quickly melted and turned into a clear spring.

Gotham tactfully skipped the subject.In fact, if he had a choice, he wouldn't want to agree to London's invitation, but he couldn't get in touch with those more ancient cities.

after all……

Gotham, the real modern city, feels that there is a real generation gap between him and those ancient cities.

London seems to be watching Gotham.

Still able to feel the gaze glued to his face through the thick fog, Gotham lifted his veil, revealing his unfeminine face underneath.

"Why do you always cover your face?" London asked, the erratic voice sounded like he was drunk.

Gotham was stunned by the question, and replied hesitantly: "To add a little fun?"

"You know? You sound like New York."

London laughed at his words.After laughing, against Gotham's livid face, London delivered tea and snacks, gagged Gotham's mouth, and continued:

"Our 'guests' intend to kill the original spirit of the city and give birth to a new will, and you wonder if there is any other way they might manipulate the existing city other than this conventional method. As far as I know You know, recently you have been searching around behind New York's back, just to find the answer to this matter, right?"

Seeing that London was finally going to talk about business, Gotham managed to hold back its anger.

"Yes, it's important."

"What's the reason?"

The pitch-black Gotham stood out in a white mist, and London laughed, saying that Gotham was like a lost black lamb.

Gotham didn't want to answer. He couldn't figure out what was going on in London.

London also smiled without saying a word, raised his hand and waved away a piece of fog, so a vacuum area about the size of a dressing mirror appeared in the center of the fog. It was pure black, as if it had been painted.

"This is?" Gotham asked.

London motioned for him to look.

A scene gradually appeared in that black area. It was Holmes and the man with the cane. Holmes called him "Watson". The relationship between the two was very good and they were talking about the case just now while walking.

"This is just a common suicide case. There is not even a suspect. It's surprising that such a case will be taken by you."

Watson walked slowly with a limp.

Holmes, who had always looked above the sky, took the initiative to slow down his walking pace at this time, obviously trying to accommodate Watson's speed.

"Can't you see it? It was a sacrifice, but it was disguised as an ordinary suicide." While accommodating, Holmes obviously despised Watson's IQ, and the words were full of "I don't expect you to understand" tune.

"The reason why there are no other traces is only because the sacrificed person cooperates voluntarily and actively eliminates all possibilities, which makes the case look like an ordinary suicide."

Watson froze for a moment, he was no longer curious about Holmes' reasoning process, and asked the next question directly.

"Then why didn't you tell the police?"

Holmes responded with disgusted eyes:

"There is no actual evidence. Do you expect them to ask for trouble? Those people hope that all cases are suicides so that they can be closed as soon as possible."

"They're not as bad as you say, Sherlock, and we've talked about not looking at people with colored eyes."

Watson doesn't look very old, but he seems to be limping behind Holmes and earnestly speaking, which seems to have the vicissitudes of an "old father".

Needless to say, the conversation between the two was quite interesting.

Gotham looked a little wanting to laugh, and soon turned his attention to the case they were talking about.

"Did you see the black robe worn by the deceased? That kind of fabric is not common, and their strong faith can make people willing to die. It must not be a small organization. We can start investigating from this aspect." Holmes's thinking has jumped quickly. , and went to catch the prisoner, "The investigation showed that the deceased just arrived in London today and flew from New York. This distance is not short. He came here specifically to commit suicide? This is so interesting."

Holmes' expression was a little excited, as if he had been drugged.

"Wait, New York? How do we check this? Even your brother can't control New York?"

"Who said we were looking for that guy? We can look it up ourselves, just go as ordinary tourists."

As he said that, he quickened his pace. After taking two steps, he thought it was wrong, and returned to Watson's side, half dragging and half dragging Watson to quicken his pace.

"Your passport must not have expired, I remember!" Holmes said very excitedly.

Watson was staggered by him and almost rolled directly to the floor.

But after a few stumbling steps, Watson had to focus on Holmes' ghostly cry, wishing he could reach out his hand to cover the guy's mouth. At this time, his legs became normal again, and he could walk completely freely. Can easily catch up to Holmes who is not slow.

"So he's not limping?" Gotham asked.

"After the war, the wounds on the body are healed, but the psychological ones are not." London replied, "The human body is very fragile, and the mind is even weaker."

Gotham pondered for a moment and asked, "About the sacrifice they said, do you think it was done by our 'guest'?" He had no doubts about the correctness of Holmes' deduction.

The city sees human beings basically from the perspective of half of God. They can see many things very clearly. They naturally know that although Holmes is unreliable in many things and behaves inappropriately, he is unique in reasoning. Unique ability.

Although it is a pity, Gotham must also admit the excellence of the opponent. When it comes to a single competition of reasoning ability, Batman, who is also a detective, may not be an opponent.

"The clothes fit your description, I don't know about other aspects. Before the self-sacrifice, he took a drug." Great Reign. So I guess he's telling a story from another world."

"..."

Gotham heard something in London's words, but he didn't want to get involved in the mess between London and New York.

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