[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Mrs. Duster is a mysterious woman whose age cannot be seen.Her words and deeds are delicate and pretty like a girl, her face looks like she is in her 40s and [-]s, and her voice is like an old woman who has accumulated the vicissitudes of the years.

Many people who have actually seen her have more or less guessed that she is a witch, bewitching people's hearts with words, seeing through desires that are difficult for them to perceive, and uttering requests that will definitely surprise their waking self Come.

Then after they made a deal, those words were swallowed up, and even they themselves couldn't tell what they did and what they got.

On the contrary, some vague rumors spread, and under the impetus of unknown people, they became more and more confusing.

The lucky guy tonight, Gerald, sat in front of Mrs. Durst, looking at each other through the steam rising from the cup across an old wooden table.

Mrs. Duster had nothing in her hands, but her shop was full of piles. Behind the clean counter was a pair of messy materials and equipment.Thin cotton emerged from the severed limbs of the doll, the gun fragments that had been dismantled into pieces gleamed with oil, the beautiful porcelain was covered with cracks, and the old pottery was dark and dripping with gray and muddy glue

What looks like a garbage dump during the day looks like a witch's lair in the middle of the night.

"Guest, are you going to fix something?" Mrs. Duster asked leisurely holding hot tea, her tone was very similar to his grandmother wearing reading glasses.

Mrs. Duster's debut actually started from ordinary.At first she was just a tinkerer who could repair all broken appliances with ingenuity.This is a popular occupation in the old days. At that time, materials were scarce and all items were valuable property. Therefore, if the cloth was damaged, someone would sew it up one by one, and if the porcelain was broken, there would be craftsmen to repair it. stand up.Compared with throwing away those broken old things, it is certainly more cost-effective to let a tinkerer repair them for the money it will cost to replace them with new ones.

For the aristocrats and the rich, it is enough to replace ordinary objects with new ones, but those exquisite dresses, collection decorations, and family paintings are all symbols of status and status, and all of them have a long history. Collections are all beloved and unique objects.At this time, those skilled tinkerers who can restore objects to the original state are master restorers.Please their price is directly proportional to their craftsmanship.

Mrs. Durst is clearly the latter.

She wandered like a gypsy, came from an unknown place, and will go to an unknown future, and suddenly appeared in the city of Gotham, and no one knew her past.This woman is a mystery.

In the beginning, she was not well-known. The so-called repair means that she took away the broken doll on the first day, and returned the repaired doll to the little master the next day.Then there's the insensitive household appliances that look new and work as well as they do on a display stand.While dealing with these low-level and simple businesses, Mrs. Daxter received high-end commissions from nowhere. Whether it was restoring a famous painting two centuries ago, or repairing antique porcelain that was split in half, she never missed a job. .

In addition, under those above-board orders, she also took over work related to the underground world, such as recovering hard drives formatted by viruses, piecing together fragmented and blooming shrapnel and firearms, etc.No guest knew just how far Mrs. Duster could restore things.

And when Mrs. Daxter started walking in the gray area, everyone tacitly protected the relevant information.After turning from the bright world of ignorance to the shadows, Mrs. Dust became famous. With the code name "Dust", she became an information dealer and secret doctor in the underground world. You can offend such people. , take advantage of them, as long as you can afford to do so.

As for how those strange urban rumors came about, it probably started when Mrs. Duster was involved in nighttime business.

A disabled wealthy businessman in a wheelchair got rid of his decayed body overnight and was able to stand up again with his own strength.Since then, all kinds of conjectures and rumors about Mrs. Duster have all escalated into unthinkable events.

But after that, as people continued to report that miraculous deals had been made, the existence of Mrs. Duster was not as clear as before.In the end, she only lived in the legend of the night and became a new urban rumor.

People don't care about the true or false, or even contradictory information, they prefer to only see what they want.

So under the distorted news and the spread of rumors, Mrs. Daxter has become a dark witch on the mysterious side.

Gerald had imagined what Mrs. Durst was like.In those rumors, she was an old witch in black and a hood, a femme fatale with layers of tulle, a jeep with jingling bead chains and embroidered traditional costumes. race girl

But now, the woman in a gray dress suit in front of him could be called amiable, with an attitude as attentive as a teller in a department store.

What on earth he had come here for, Gerald's mind was in confusion, and he suddenly forgot his clear purpose.

He drank a few mouthfuls of tea suddenly.The color of the tea with unknown spices was exceptionally clear, and the hot temperature soothed his nervousness with a few sips of hot soup.

It reminded Gerald of the soothing aroma of bread baked by his mother at home when he was a child more than a decade ago.

Sitting under the dim light, Gerald, the hopeless low-level gangster, forgot his vulgar and ordinary dreams, such as acquiring huge wealth or becoming a master.The figure of his sister who was a little girl before he ran away from home gradually appeared in his mind.She had curly hair of the same golden brown as herself, sweet amber eyes, fair skin, red cheeks, and little freckles that bothered her.Still, she was a lively, sweet-natured girl with several suitors at school.Those boys were later secretly blocked in the alley by the bad boy Gerald. He scared them away secretly because of his waving fists. There is nothing shameful about big elementary school students.

The only thing he regretted was that after he ran away from home, Gerald, who never came back, was unable to drive away the wild boars who tried to shove his cabbage after his sister went to high school.He can only get a sneak peek at what the grown-up girl will look like from his persistent desire to contact his sister, and occasionally from the photos on social networks.

That was fine, Gerald thought it was fitting.At first, it was some adolescent contradictions, he habitually sang against his parents; later, he resigned himself to depravity, left home after dropping out of school, and planned to never get in touch with his family; De knew that he couldn't pretend to be a dog, and he didn't want to put on that ridiculous appearance at home to embarrass others.

His ridiculous inexplicable self-esteem did not let him completely rot into the mud. Now, he abandons everything and dawdles, most of the time he works as a thug for the collection company, and maintains the minimum subsistence from the salary of less than a few cents Needs, struggling on the line of life and death.Although he couldn't do anything earth-shattering or dehumanizing, he was lucky enough not to die young, so he just mixed around like this, occasionally fantasizing that he was wearing a suit and holding a wine glass in a high-end hotel, or holding a wine glass in a high-end hotel. The road ahead chugs and chugs.The reality is that he is just an ordinary person, and even the gangsters are just ordinary gangsters.

Just kidding, Gerald, who has gone to high school, might be considered an intellectual among those gangsters.However, in this magical land of Gotham, there is always a doctor, a well-known villain at the level of a professor, and the local standard of gangsters is also stretched strangely.The upper part is a well-trained armed force, which is comparable to the standard of the army. There are several leather bag companies or a few real operating industries on the surface; the lower part is not much better than other cities, even more depraved and more Unordered bottom layer.With clear layers, serious estrangement, and a bunch of crazy super villains who harm others but not themselves, Gotham's underground world is really not something that outsiders can just mess around with.

Therefore, a person like Gerald is just an unknown dust all his life. His life is no more meaningful than anyone else, and his death is no more solemn than anyone else.

At this moment, this overly ordinary person hides an overly crazy idea in his heart, which is more Gotham flavor than his Gotham wanderings in the past ten years.

Gerald recalled those fragmented memories in the faint scent of tea, flipped through the old family photo albums, and the final picture was frozen in the ruins after the explosion.

Three years ago, his sister died in an explosion.At first, he didn't know anything about it. It wasn't until the news report sorted out the victim's name that he noticed the familiar name on the snowflake screen.

He then went to inquire about the bombing, saw the video, photos, and more detailed reports at the scene.

In a blurred shot, he saw a hand hanging down, which belonged to an apparently female woman, wearing the same bracelet he had seen in a photo a few months earlier.On the stretcher covered with a white cloth, a few strands of curly hair fell out, which was a golden brown similar to his own.

He watched silently, as indifferently as a passer-by. A terrible conjecture took root and sprouted in his mind, but he never dared to lift the curtain.

Until his sister's social network did not update new news, until he hid in the corner and saw the old parents rushing to claim their daughter's body, until the news he found after wandering around a few times, his sister inquired about him Wanting to meet him, she invited her brother to her wedding before getting married.

This mediocre and cowardly man finally saw his sins directly.

Gerrard put down his glass, vengeance in his eyes "I want him dead"

The photo of the culprit hangs in the newspaper. The man in purple clothes, dyed green hair, and clown makeup is smiling wildly, with indifference to all life in his eyes.

The author has something to say about the bug and then fix it

The timing is wrong, embarrassing

Don't worry, the role of the clown is not here, Arkham needs at least two copies to play

Clue 2 One Call

"Bruce, the recent battle damage report is too high, you better restrain yourself if you are vague."

"Lucius, it's not"

"Stop, don't think I can't see it, it's definitely not normal. I'm warning the one behind you very seriously right now."

"Okay, I'll tell him"

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