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

Gotham doesn't want to explain very much, after all, in his opinion, Metropolis' behavior is already obvious, and it is very clear that it is attracting attention, which makes Gotham doubt the true purpose of Metropolis.

If it wasn't for Bruce being nearby, Gotham would really want to ask Metropolis if they were covering for Clark...

But forget it, you will always know later, the city is very patient.

Things didn't go so smoothly after that.

These Gadorn didn't know what wrong information Get had received, and they suddenly became very enthusiastic about them. From time to time, one or two poked their heads and tried to communicate with them.

"What did they say again?" Watson yawned.

Bruce and Stark took up the space inside and began to make some props with materials they had on them, and the others and the city were responsible for not letting Gadorn notice this.

The only metropolis that can use the language of both sides undertakes the work of "accompanying chat".

Metropolis: Forced to smile and forced to open.

Listening in London, occasionally doing translation.

"They want to know how much land each of us can manage."

"...? Are there any restrictions?" Watson really didn't understand cities.

"For example, New York can restrict the management of the entire New York State, including all cities in the region, and Gotham can also manage Arkham within a certain range." London gave an example.

"However, I can't control Xavier now." Speaking of this, New York seemed to find it quite interesting, "Xavier's situation is indeed a bit special, and he is very closely connected with humans."

Unlike other people and cities, New York seems to be no different from before except that it cannot move freely after coming here, and it still looks like everything is under control.

They are not in a hurry to explore, do not rush to research, and don't care where their plans are.

Oh yes, London is actually the same tune, but London is an ancient city, it seems understandable?On the contrary, New York doesn't behave like a modern city.They are like two silent observers, the main purpose is just to "see", as for the others?Just go with the flow.

"Do they have other cities?" Watson was quite surprised. The conditions of these creatures seemed to be lingering, and they were already on the verge of extinction. "By the way, where is Mr. Kent?"

"Going out, with Gotham." The metropolis took the time to look back at them, "I taught Clark some simple expressions, so he won't be afraid of getting lost."

Watson felt that this was not the point.

It turns out that the super brain is not a special ability endowed by the sun, but innate?

Bruce, who just came out to rest, decided to justify Clark's IQ: "Superman already knows a lot of alien languages, and his language skills are much stronger than ours."

"Departure at the 50th hour." The time of the next plan was conveniently set.

"Mr. Kent is out."

Watson just... looked at the time silently, it was already the 49th hour, but they were not sure when the two would come back.

Bruce took a deep breath and pushed the door out.

It didn't take long for Bruce to find Clark and Gotham.

Bruce is really not surprised that Clark will come to this place, the only question is why did Gotham come with him?

Come to this cemetery?

When Bruce came over, he saw both Gotham and Clark bowed their heads.

Gotham poked the ground with his dark, unfancy umbrella, his body was straight, leaning forward slightly, as if he had put the weight of his upper body on it, his head was hanging down, and it was rare that he was not covered by black veil , can clearly see his expressionless face and gently closed eyes.

Clark was closer than Gotham, squatting on the ground, and the floating ashes were covering him.

This made Bruce feel bad.

"Clark." He recalled the other party's thinking aloud, and asked Gotham again: "Did something happen here?"

No matter what he was thinking just now, Gotham pulled away from those emotions for a moment, and put on an ambiguous smile: "What do you mean?"

"Certainly not what happened between you and Clark."

Bruce is all too familiar with the piss of this guy, crossing Gotham, reaching out to pick up Superman.

"He chatted with a Gadorn just now, that's all." Gotham shrugged.

At this time Clark also came back to his senses and patted Bruce on the shoulder to reassure him.

"I heard a story and thought it was good."

"The reporter's eccentricity can happen even in another world?" Bruce showed his distaste.

Clark knew his tricks very well, so he smiled instead:

"I just asked about the origin of this cemetery. After all, the cemetery is placed directly under the altar, which is very strange. The mass grave scanned by Stark is probably here."

"This has nothing to do with you." Bruce said cautiously, "If possible, I would like to pack you up and throw you back. This job is not suitable for you."

"Why?" Clark asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Bruce asked back.

In some respects, the existence of Superman really broke Batman's heart. What cosmic rescue operations, such small things as saving cats and dogs, boiled down to the excess of empathy in Clark's mortal heart.

Sometimes Batman even suspects that Superman's empathy may be even more outrageous than that of Professor X, and his self-control ability is extremely low, and he is very easy to fall into bad emotions.

If you are just an ordinary person, there is nothing wrong with it. Empathy is an inevitable element in building a stable society, and there is nothing wrong with being strong.

But he happens to be Superman.

Right kindness can bring help, but wrong resonance can only bring pain.

"Go back." Bruce continued, "Remember, we can't help them, this is not our world."

He said this when he first arrived, and now he emphasizes it again.

Clark stopped talking, and rarely entered silence first.Bruce, who was left behind, was a little angry, and turned his head to look at Gotham, who was watching the play silently and laughing.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Curious about some things. I have never been able to figure out how Gadorn's beliefs collapsed. They and their cities have always lived together. Why didn't their cities remind them that this is a path of destruction? They can twice Reaching the pinnacle of technology, is it true that emotional intelligence is really stupid and hopeless?"

The question stumped Bruce.

It was indeed a crucial question, and Bruce couldn't feel at ease if he didn't understand it.

The city can know the destruction first, but the city is not willing to give a warning. It just sits and waits to die. When other creatures react, it seems that everything is too late.

Why didn't their cities warn them?

can not say?

Still unwilling to say?

What kind of hatred is so deep that they would rather perish together than seek a way out?

For a while Bruce was clueless.

After all, the situation in their world is different. In this foreign world, the city has lived with Gadorn from the very beginning, cooperating with each other, and guiding each other. The point of not helping each other?

"The city is not so willful." Bruce said to himself.

"what?"

Gotham couldn't hear clearly, but that half-smile expression seemed to be deliberately not hearing clearly.

"I'm reflecting on myself." Bruce's face was paralyzed.

Under the gaze of the question mark written directly on Gotham's face, Bruce continued: "How can you expect your cities, which are only passive and slow, to complete this task."

If it wasn't for some human error that caused them to follow, the city's ability of fishing for two days and drying the net for ten days might not have to be tossed until next year.

"I thought you would have awakened a long time ago." Gotham spread his hands.

After all, cities have lived for hundreds of years, but they rarely even go for a walk in the suburbs. Active investigation?From Gotham's point of view, in the past few dozen hours, he has taken the initiative to an incredible degree.

He even wondered if he had spent all his life in advance.

Bruce wiped his face silently, not wanting to speak.

"Now, tell me." Bruce asked, forcing himself to pull himself together, "What the hell do you know?"

"It's just some 'little things' here." As he said, Gotham turned his head slightly, gesturing to those ashes, "We are not the first batch of city spirits they brought back, those who came from other worlds, they are connected to the land 90% of the time, those wills will be engulfed by madness as soon as they enter this world, and die immediately, and 10% of them can persist for unknown reasons, but they fall into madness one after another after linking to the land. "

Gotham paused for a moment, and pointed to the incomplete symbols around it with an umbrella, obviously those were also some records.

"And this 'mass grave' is actually an altar in another sense. Every time there is an accident, they will choose the oldest ones to sacrifice their lives here to kill those crazy city will. Gotham paused for a moment before continuing: "It seems that the will of the crazy cities will not die immediately, but will continue to consume a small amount of 'oxygen', which is the only resource they must protect."

Bruce wanted to ask about "resources", but his nerves jumped, he suddenly became alert, and approached Gotham.

"How are you feeling now?"

Gotham just looked at him with a smile: "Actually, I think it's okay."

The madness of the land breeds.

There is not much time left for the city.

"The problem of 'hypoxia' is completely different from what they imagined. In fact, once we are connected to the land, none of us will be able to avoid death. Now we can persist only because we still maintain the lowest connection with you and can still 'breathe' to the final 'oxygen'."

Bruce froze for a moment, and seemed to understand: "Did they cause the 'hypoxia' themselves?"

"Yes, their obsession and madness have swallowed up reason, and the new will has nowhere to find its own way, and can only drown in the ocean of madness."

Gotham was pleased with Bruce's speed of reaction.

"Did I tell you? We're actually very similar."

"What do you mean?" Bruce recalled thinking that Gotham hadn't said that.

"About Metropolis' identity as a spy." Gotham jumped to the next question, frowning slightly, with some subtle distress on his face, "I think it may not be as simple as we thought. "

"Do you think he was a spy because he wanted to help these creatures?"

Bruce gave a disapproving look.

Gotham rolled his eyes.

"He's a spy, so what did he sell? What did he get?"

"...I don't think you can think of that."

"...you think I'm stupid?" Gotham wanted to beat someone up again.

No, now is not the time.

Wait until this shit is sorted out.

Go back and beat slowly.

"It was Watson who raised this question. I think it makes sense. Cities are not suitable for being spies. Even if you do, you must keep it strictly confidential. After all, we will not lie. Once we reveal our identities, we will have no way to protect ourselves."

"I didn't sleep to death at that time."

Bruce glanced at Gotham, hooked his fingers, and signaled him to go back with him.

"The Metropolis situation may be more complicated, there is not enough evidence to prove anything, whether it is his status as a spy, or a possible whitewashing method. The biggest problem is actually that, apart from 'The City Doesn't Lie' and ' Is there any evidence other than that he himself said he was a spy?"

"...do you know what I'm worried about?"

Gotham seemed to sigh.

"I'm afraid he's just..."

"Simply standing on their side."

The author has something to say:

Bruce: I'm afraid Super is soft...

Gotham: I'm afraid the metropolis is going to have a convulsion...

[With the addition of this small theater description, the situation in the metropolis will be easier to understand~? 】