[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Mrs. Durst stared fixedly at Gerald opposite.

This mediocre man with a vicissitudes of life burst out with a different aura at this moment.She could even feel the powerful anger bursting out of the man like a sprouting plant, as well as the deep sorrow and thick sense of guilt.

That was extreme hatred.Facing the clown, this hatred even made him break the usual fear of these lunatics.

Mrs. Durst knows about clowns.This "knowing" is limited to the literal sense of knowing that please, she is not a native of Gotham.

After all, Gotham is a xenophobic city, whether it's the citizens of Gotham, or those famous people in Gotham, even the dark side of Gotham is extremely xenophobic. If the black forces in other places want to recklessly Let alone the legendary court of owls, just the local gangsters on the bright side and the "psychopaths" in Arkham Asylum are enough for those guys who are repeatedly jumping on the edge of danger. Drink a jug.

I believe that if one day, a masked vigilante from other places passes by Gotham and wants to punish rape and eliminate evil, what this kind-hearted person passing by will encounter are those other high-end criminals who are obsessed with fighting wits with Batman The elements resorted to radical expulsion.Or, before that, Gotham's Underworld will unceremoniously invite each other out of the house.

Therefore, although Gotham has been ridiculed and ridiculed by other cities for its high crime rate, those criminals who are alive and well in Gotham are released to say that they may harm the crime experts who have to rise to another level. Once thrown into prison or locked up in the Arkham Asylum, even though their deeds were widely known and they almost became landmark figures, they are still unknown to ordinary people outside.

This cup of Gotham has its lid tightly closed, and you can see the chaotic and dangerous colors in its frosted glass, but what is the mystery in this cup, that is the news that can only be obtained by personal experience.

Mrs. Daster had conducted investigations before stepping into the shadows, but these paper materials displayed the "great achievements" of the clown, but they could not truly restore his own appearance.

She can only learn from the same texts that the Joker is a frequent visitor to Arkham Asylum.

He is neurotic, crazy, and hideous. Even in the literal sense, just looking at the man's face that has been soaked in chemicals and "carefully" groomed is enough to give the faint of heart nightmares.

The crimes he commits seem to be arbitrary, without any rules at all.Uncertainty between mood and anger, the clown will not let go of his own people, and it is commonplace to sell his teammates.

But from the restoration of the whole case, his behavior pattern can reveal a kind of overly meticulous thinking logic after being stripped away.He honed those criminal methods into a test of manipulativeness, bringing despair to the chaos.

And the bombing that killed Gerald's sister wasn't even aimed at anyone in that incident.It was just a stop by the clown while he was entertaining himself, and some props were dropped.Then, in a cloud of dust, "boo," innocents are affected in unexpected ways.

This kind of casualness and contempt is probably the most irritating point in the term.

Now, such a lunatic is still staying in the Arkham Asylum, coming in and out with a holiday-like frequency that can be called casual Create chaos in the playground.

After hearing Gerald's request, Mrs. Durst fell silent for a while.

To be honest, it was a bit more than she expected.After all, she is not a professional killer who can be hired.Among the rumors about her from the outside world, isn't it that she is an evil dark witch? So it's no wonder that some people will come to her before, trying to curse their enemies or competitors.

Light and shadow flowed in the cabin, and through the curling mist, Mrs. Durst finally said, "You want to kill the clown"

"Yes, I'm sure, very sure." Gerrard's heart that was still wavering before suddenly sank.This idea sank deeper and deeper into his mind, becoming his obsession at the moment.

Mrs. Duster stretched out her right hand, and used her index finger to randomly stir a few times in the rising white mist in front of her.Following her movements, the mist flowed along the airflow, and finally slowly formed a faintly visible pattern.

It was a big smiling face, with a single big mouth that reached to the ears, protruding gums and teeth, revealing the ultimate bloody aura that belonged to the invaders.And it only froze for a second, then suddenly collapsed.

Seeing this unusual scene, Gerald was startled, but also hopeful.But Mrs. Duster on the opposite side kept silent and remained silent for a while.

Finally, Mrs. Durst said, "To be honest, this is not within the scope of my business. I am just a tinkerer, and at most I can make some unusual transactions."

Gerald withdrew his hand, and dug his nails into his palm fiercely, feeling extremely nervous because of the other party's hesitant attitude, "Are you going to reject me? Aren't you going to reject any guest?"

"Where did the rumors come from? What has become of this nonsense?" Mrs. Duster frowned.

"No, of course not." She said slowly and solemnly word by word, "I never refuse any business, but this is not a deal I always accept."

"Then what do you mean by that?" Gerald asked quickly.

"You need to wait. As long as you wait, you will finally get what you want. Huh, Gotham is a strange place, but I can assure you that as long as the clown leaves Arkham, your wish will come true." Da Mrs. Sturt's voice was particularly dignified, and her tone had never been so slow and serious.

Gerald's face seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing.The muscles on his face twitched, and finally he flattened the corners of his mouth, and asked expectantly, "Can you guarantee that I can succeed in revenge?"

"I can assure you, it's just that it will take a little waiting. I think you've been waiting for so long, and it's not too far away, right?"

Mrs. Duster looked confident, and only she knew that she was really at a loss about the content of this transaction.The request made by the other party did not match her previous style.

In the past, those people focused on themselves, wanting to gain something, or to make up for their own shortcomings.Like a previous entrepreneur, he was trying to treat his own genetic disease.After paying a certain price, they successfully completed a fair transaction.

However, the killing this time does not quite fit the image of Mrs. Duster.

You know, with the abilities Madam Duster has shown, at most she knows some weapons that can kill people.This is not a matter of dedication or not, but because Mrs. Duster is really not good at it.

However, Mrs. Duster finally accepted his commission. Anyway, judging from the warning presented by the fog observed just now, this kind of thing does not need her to do it herself, and another suitable person will perfectly complete it at the right time. Handle this special commission well.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Duster leaned her body and asked, "So, have you figured out how to pay the price? Don't be afraid, since your wish is a bit troublesome and takes time to wait, so this time I will only charge a deposit .”

Gerald fumbled in his pocket, and found an old wallet with peeling paint, peeling skin, and bulging from the race, which contained almost all his belongings.

But he didn't look embarrassed at the moment.Because, according to previous descriptions, the so-called price charged by Mrs. Dust does not simply refer to money, but something more personal and unique.

Gerald pushed the wallet onto the table, closed his eyes, then opened them again, meeting Mrs. Durst's gaze.He said "You can take from me everything I have except my life."

He wants to see with his own eyes that his vengeance is avenged and witness the end of the clown.

Mrs. Duster waved her hand and chuckled, "I don't want these useless things. This time I will only take one thing, and that is your memory."

But she didn't say what kind of memory it was, nor did she say when it started and when it ended.She just said to Gerrard like this, "I think this memory is the most valuable part of you now, and it is worth my deal."

Gerald wasn't quite sure what memory Mrs. Durst wanted, but the deposit was much lighter than he had expected.He thought he was going back with missing arms and legs, but now he turned out to be intact.

Gerald, who had been on tenterhooks, was no longer uneasy at the moment, but after the excitement had passed, he began to worry again.

Will Mrs. Darth take away the few, extraordinarily glorious parts of his memory? If Mrs. Darth really made him forget his sister, how could he make such an astonishing act? Decided, how could he waste such a rare trading opportunity on a revenge? Will he in the future hinder his current self?

There was visible pleading in his eyes again, but he didn't dare to speak.He had just promised Mrs. Duster that he was willing to pay the price other than his life. If he immediately reneged now, or made some additional demands, Mrs. Duster might be upset and refused to do this. trade.At that time, I am afraid that no matter what he pays, it will be useless.

Mrs. Durst saw Gerald's face full of bewilderment and uncertainty, she wanted to say something but dared not say it, she was very entangled.So, she rarely said kindly, "I want all the parts of Gotham's dark night in your memory."

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Duster abruptly took out a short branch from her cuff.This branch is said to be short, but in fact it is not very short, it is about half the length of the forearm.Mrs. Durst held it in her hand, the vertical end just enough to poke Gerald who was sitting opposite.

She shook her wrist and held the root of the branch in her palm. That posture looked a bit like a mysterious archmage, but this world

Wait, wait, the thoughts in Gerald's mind are turning quickly. Don't say that this is an unscientific thing. Hasn't the fact that there is magic in this world been confirmed by everything he experienced just now? Well, Mrs. Duster is indeed a witch.

Gerald's inner activities were too rich, and in the end he became more and more nervous as he thought about it, so he closed his eyes and waited for the judgment of fate.Mrs. Durst held what looked like a magic wand, but from the outside, it was really just an ordinary branch-like thing, and the tip of the wand reached Gerald's eyebrows opposite.

Soon, from the place where it touched the end of the branch, a slowly expanding circular halo appeared between Girard's eyebrows.In the circular aperture, Mrs. Daxter could see his spiritual world through this special channel.

This world is composed of countless memories, and finally formed the master's so-called train of thought.If anything is done at this time, this man who has failed in life will immediately become Mrs. Duster's obedient captive.

But Mrs Darcy didn't do that, and she didn't want to.She just moved her searching eyes slightly, searching in his spiritual world.

There is a lot of color in this spiritual world, or in other words, using the color "colorful" to describe it, it may be too colorful and lively.These mottled memory fragments bring a certain degree of difficulty to the search.

Mrs. Durst stretched out her wand and continued to press the opponent's head.Then, like a rubbed glue stick, the branch attracts light spots representing memory fragments passing by.

Countless light spots moved upwards and were attracted.Those memory fragments showed a taupe color, and were picked out by Mrs. Duster, and finally threw them one by one into a box at her hand.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Duster finished picking up the memory fragments she wanted. This efficiency cannot be said to be low.She took back the branch, and the connection interface that could peek into the spiritual world was also closed.

Mrs. Duster looked at Gerald, who had just opened his eyes and looked confused, and issued an order to evict him, "It's time, you should go."

Gerald looked hesitantly, it was still a while before 4:00.However, Mrs. Durst obviously felt that the deal was done and there was nothing left to talk about.

Gerald got up and paced to the door.As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Mrs. Duster, can my wish come true?"

Mrs. Duster didn't speak or move, she just blinked.Finally, she tapped on the table "I'm not one to break my word."

After getting an affirmative reply, Gerald finally grasped the doorknob, opened the door and walked out. He turned around and closed the door, taking a last look at the dimly lit hut.Mrs. Daxter, who was sitting inside, did not stand up, but picked up the teacup and moved away.

Gerald closed the door with a "click" and walked into the mist again.Behind the door, Mrs. Daster looked at the small box full of memory fragments in her hand, and said to herself, "The deal is concluded."

Gerald turned around and walked behind the fog. He didn't know how long he walked in the thick fog before he vaguely felt that he was back on the streets of Gotham.His figure slowly came out of the fog, and when he was walking through the dark streets of Gotham, he suddenly felt a little confused.

Hey, what is he doing? Gerald looked at the old and broken watch in his hand, the hands were turning diligently, slowly approaching the 4:00 position.

He seemed to have made a deal with someone just now. What kind of deal was it? Gerald was puzzled, but he couldn't think of anything to find out.

Just thinking about it, a black figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed behind him silently.Gerald didn't notice it, but when he just happened to look down, he realized that under the light of the street lamp, a huge black shadow covered him from behind.

"Who did what did you just see?" The deep voice rumbled in my ear.It felt more like a forced confession than an interrogation.

Gerald tensed his body, his eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, "I, I don't know, I don't remember."

His heart was raised high, and his voice became sharper, for fear that he would be punched.Although, the truth he said was like an evasive lie, just perfunctory the other party.

"Don't, don't hit me. I swear I don't know anything." The man showed his usual bullying, cowardice and incompetence.

"I don't know anything, I don't remember anything." Under the approaching shadows, the man trembled his lips, only repeating this sentence in his mouth.

Miss Grey rarely walks on the streets of Gotham, strolling slowly and leisurely.It's 3:[-] in the afternoon, which is the right time to go shopping.

At this moment, there are still three days before the birthday party of Wayne's second young master Jason.After confirming the process just now, Ms. Grey rarely spared time, and now she wants to take advantage of this spare time to take a walk on the streets of Gotham.

You know, although the crime rate in Gotham is high, it is also relative.After all, if Gotham was dominated by all kinds of vicious crimes, then its economy would not seem to be as prosperous as its neighbors, and the rich would have moved out by now.

Gotham, which recently wanted to develop tourism, is remodeling where it can.Now, on the bright side, the city of Gotham in the daylight is shining brightly, revealing the unique historical buildings of the last century, combining the photos of the golden age with the flashes of modern technology just right.For some curious tourists, this is enough to feast their eyes.

Of course, what Ms. Gray wants to see is not only the scenery here, what she wants is to go to the department store here to see the fashion style of Gotham, stroll around the commercial street here, and get inspiration from it by the way. Is there something missing from this banquet.

Bruce Wayne said before that many industries in Gotham are involved in the Wayne Group.Although the Wayne Group does not expand this as an important business in this regard, as an existence that has been closely integrated with this city for hundreds of years, it still has a few commercial buildings and shops in Gotham.

After entering those stores, if it is business, she can directly charge the bill to Wayne's account; if it is private, then she can also enjoy VIP services and unimaginable discounts during these days in Gotham .

Miss Grey is wearing a slightly casual half-length skirt today.The silk skirt hangs down smoothly, with simple lines and ordinary cut, very everyday.But with the blessing of Miss Grey's beautiful face, even an ordinary skirt can make her more dazzling.

Stepping on her high heels, she glanced at the map displayed on her phone.This area is the business district of Gotham, and there are all kinds of shops nearby, so she wants to go shopping there and buy some suitable clothes.

Ms. Gray came to Gotham for a business trip, but she didn't expect to be invited by Mr. Wayne to stay for a while.Now, the few changes of clothes she brought are not enough to wear.

Having said that, I have to thank her current boss, Bruce Wayne, for his generosity.The reward he gave was indeed very rich, enough for Miss Grey to directly buy a few small dresses for the banquet.

Miss Grey was walking on the streets of Gotham, and she saw scales shining at a glance.The scenery of the business district is different. Although the styles of these buildings reveal a strong style of the last century, and some even retain the flavor of the old industrial era, but in the historical changes, the newly renovated modern commercial buildings It blends perfectly with them, forming a unique flavor of Gotham.

Miss Grey was soon on her way to her destination.After crossing another street corner, she will be able to reach the store she wants to go to.But at this moment, a panicked sound came out from the alley next door, ran out from the opposite corner of the street, rampaged on the street, and hit Miss Grey unexpectedly with a stinging pain.

Miss Grey was staggered by the bump, she stumbled and took two quick steps on the already unmanageable high heels, and was about to fall to the side.She simply pounced forward, propping up the glass cabinet of the store next to the street.It was only when she managed to gain a firm footing that Miss Grey realized that she had a light hand.

Oops, her handbag was snatched by that man.

Miss Grey subconsciously wanted to turn around and catch up.It's a pity that she was wearing high-heeled shoes that were not conducive to movement today. After only two steps, she felt the stinging pain from her ankle.

Although it is broad daylight and this place is not remote, according to normal conditions, ordinary Gotham citizens should walk away far away, lest the gangsters have any other weapons in their hands that would hurt them.

Besides, on Gotham Street, such a person who grabs things and runs away is either bold and reckless, not afraid of the Gotham police who like to stare at soft persimmons and shoot directly, or there is some organization behind them. Before exercising justice, he might be bitten back at that time, or wait for the other party's revenge to come to his door.

Therefore, unless the victim is lucky and happens to run into a patrolling police car, he may not be able to wait for the day when the lost property is recovered.After all, Gotham's criminal history and experience have reached the point where the industry has matured. As long as the stolen goods are out of hands, it will be dismantled and scattered in the vast expanse within an hour.

"There is my mobile hard drive in the bag, but fortunately, I have uploaded it to the cloud space. I should be able to handle it if I lose it."

Miss Grey watched the figure almost fly out of her sight, and subconsciously considered the shopping solution after giving up on chasing the handbag.

Just as she was thinking so, a figure ran past her, took a few steps forward, jumped forward, and threw the gangster who had snatched the bag to the ground.The young man who rushed over was skillful and flexible, and his appearance was a bit chic, he seemed to be just trying to put on airs.

He held the gangster down, put his knee against the opponent's back, and used his own body weight to firmly press the opponent at an ingenious angle. At the same time, he held the opponent's arm behind him with one hand, so that the gangster did not dare to move.The gangster still struggled, but was punched twice by the young man with his free right hand, and he was submissive.

The young man then lifted the hem of his clothes and took off the handcuffs hanging around his waist. After a crisp sound, he handcuffed the other party.Then he picked up the lady's handbag that fell aside, turned around and asked, "Hey, ma'am, can you call the police for me?"

Miss Grey picked up the mobile phone that had just been dropped, and called the police as she walked over.She saw the young man who threw down the gangster, after confirming that the gangster could not escape or resist, he stretched out his hand and handed the bag to her.

Miss Gray thanked her and took her handbag back from him.She walked two steps forward, only to see a bright and heart-warming smile on the young man's handsome face, looking very sunny and amiable, very soothing.

However, according to the travel strategy that Ms. Gray made before, what you need to pay attention to at this time is whether this will be a chain plan.This so-called well-meaning person may turn you to an unknown corner and hit you hard, or something worse will happen.

However, her worries were dispelled by the sentence "Ma'am, can you call the police for me?"Of course, if the other party is so powerful that she even has a routine of pretending to be a policeman, then she has to expose her basic level and let the other party see what the professional quality of a professional is.

And for some reason, Ms. Gray obviously hadn't stayed in Gotham for a few days, but she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

God, this righteous passer-by knows to call the police.Of course, this is just a New York resident's ridicule about Gotham's worse police efficiency than the city.

But Miss Grey soon realized that the young man's quick response, excellent skills, and the handcuffs he carried all meant that the young man was also a policeman.Of course, it may not be the local police, or, he is probably in his own rest time now, and now seeing gangsters on the road, he conveniently added an overtime shift to perform his duties.

After the police who received the report arrived late and took the gangster into the police car, Ms. Gray and the young man who caught the gangster went to the police station to make notes.The tone of greeting between the young man and the police officers was familiar, and one could tell that the two were old acquaintances. Someone even patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dick, you should really stay here."

Then, when the transcript was finished, when Miss Gray thanked him solemnly again, the young man finally introduced himself formally, "Hello, Miss Gray, I am Richard Grayson. As you can see , I am also a policeman, this is my duty, you don't have to be so polite."

"You're from the Gotham Police Department," Miss Grey asked.From the mouths of the other police officers, she heard that the Grayson police officer didn't seem to be working here anymore.

Police Grayson added: "I'm not local now, I'm from Bludhaven next door. Miss Grey, it's a pity that your trip to Gotham has been such a mess. But please don't worry, he will Get the punishment you deserve. However, you'd better be careful when walking on the streets of Gotham, sometimes it's not very friendly to outsiders."

"Thank you for your reminder." Miss Grey chewed on his words several times, and thought about it carefully. Although the other party said that he was from the Bludhaven Police Department, he seemed to be a native of Gotham, so she took advantage of the opportunity to praise "However, it is undeniable that Gotham is indeed a beautiful city."

As soon as the words were finished, the two were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then laughed together.

"Miss Grey, you don't have to be so polite, we have all experienced what it is like."

Constable Grayson said with a playful wink.This suddenly faded away from the calmness of being a policeman, revealing the liveliness of a young man of his age.There was a smile in his blue eyes, and there was a sense of pride in his expression, "However, thank you for your compliment. After all, Gotham is my hometown."