After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

While Bruce Wayne was still far away in Gotham, struggling with a problem that was hard for him to admit, but hard for him to admit, Hilda had already solved half of the trouble. She was selected, and received a notice to go to the headquarters of the New York Broadcasting Corporation to participate in the competition and realize her music dream.

She walked into the backstage dressing room under the guidance of the staff. The moment she opened the door, she thought she had returned to the backstage of the bar where Gotham and Martina walked together—of course, the dressing room here is more spacious, brighter, More standard: a hanger full of various clothes was pushed past her eyes, a hanging lace princess dress floated a ribbon, brushing her fingertips, the fragrant wind hit, and a row of The spacious dressing table is full of various cosmetics, and there are countless performance costumes in the back row, like a sea of ​​colors. The dressing room is soaked in all kinds of colors, which is so strong that it feels greasy.

Several contestants were sitting or standing, giggling and talking, when they saw Hilda, their voices stopped at the same time.

"Hi," a blond girl half-sitting on the makeup table waved to Hilda. She was wearing a sexy dress with a sweet voice, "Are you here for the voice show too?"

"Yes." Hilda replied, nodding to the other party, "My name is Hilda."

"Laura Ophelia." The blond girl smiled at Hilda, and the rest of them also said their names.

Hilda took a seat and sat down, wondering if she had come too early.

"Laura," said a black girl, "what did you mean when you said you heard some unkind news about us?"

Laura paused: "Ah, about that, it was just a staff conversation I overheard in the elevator when I came in - I heard that the Voice program suddenly received a large amount of sponsorship not long ago, sponsorship Shang seems to be an unspeakable bigwig in New York, and the only requirement for the show is to take special care of a certain contestant..."

A black-haired girl who had been sitting by the side fiddling with the guitar frowned and said, "You mean, there are related accounts in this show? The champion has already been decided?"

"That's not true," Laura said, "it's said that Mr. Sponsor didn't ask the show to promote that contestant——after all, Voice is a show under the name of the New York Broadcasting Corporation, so it's not difficult to get sponsors, so it's not for a Is it a black box operation for a sum of money?"

"That's not necessarily true." Someone interjected, "You've said it all, that's an unspeakable bigwig, who knows what industry he's in, what if it's a bigwig in the media industry that the company can't afford to offend..."

Everyone looked at each other.

"What are you doing?" Someone became upset, "I didn't join this show to run with you."

Hilda was stunned when she heard that: 【...Isn't it?If I participate in any music competition at random, can I still encounter shady people?Xiaolan, help me find out who is the one who brought money into the group. 】

While instructing Xiaolan to find out the truth, she crossed her arms and asked Laura, "Did your friend not disclose the name of that contestant?"

"He's just an ordinary worker," Laura shook her head, "I only know that the other party is a girl."

"Ha!" Someone next to him sneered, "Put your lover on the throne?"

"What's the use of guessing here." The black-haired girl plucked the guitar strings, "As long as you have the strength, the audience and judges will naturally know who is the real champion - I heard that the program team invited Edith Jay Ladd is a judge, she is notoriously jealous, I believe she will make a fair judgment on the strength of the contestants."

"Edith Gerrard!" someone exclaimed. "I love her so much!—I mean, who wouldn't want to date such a beautiful and talented woman?"

"Unfortunately, she likes Superman." Laura blinked, and everyone laughed.

"I heard it was because she was once saved by Superman—"

"Even if he is not saved by Superman, it is difficult for a woman to resist the charm of Superman, right? Looking at his face and perfect figure, he is like a god who walked out of an oil painting! If you can sleep with him Once, death is worth it."

As soon as superheroes were mentioned, the atmosphere in the dressing room suddenly became lively.

"I prefer our local New York superheroes."

"You mean Iron Man?"

"Tony Stark is charming, but I like Spider-Man better."

"I prefer Black Widow..."

"About Thor—"

Everyone discussed enthusiastically, and even the rational and indifferent black-haired girl couldn't help showing a smile. Hilda sat there, involuntarily following the topics they discussed, letting those superheroes slide by in her mind one by one .

Her favorite superhero...

She said, "...Batman is the best superhero."

The dressing room was silent.

"Batman... who is Batman?" Someone asked softly.

"I seem to know, like a superhero in Gotham."

"Isn't that a Gotham local midnight legend? A fictional character created to match Gotham's urban temperament?"

Hilda crossed her arms: "Batman is not some midnight legend, he is a real superhero, although I don't really like him very much, but to be honest, the superheroes you mentioned are really worse than Batman point."

"Hey!" Everyone stared at Hilda dissatisfied.

Someone said, "I don't know what Batman you're talking about, can he be stronger than Superman? Superman can fly, and has heat vision—"

Hilda showed a disdainful smile: "...Is it amazing that you can fly?"

Seeing that she has created a tense atmosphere in the dressing room, and is about to use her own power to arouse the hatred of most people in the dressing room, the blond Laura quickly took on the responsibility of smoothing things over, and asked Hilda with a smile: "I think , are you from Gotham?"

Although strictly speaking, Hilda is not a Gotham person at all.But at the moment in New York, facing so many non-Gotham people, she still puffed up her chest with city pride: "Yes, authentic Gotham people."

Everyone: "..."

"Haha," Laura said, "Everyone will prefer the heroes from their hometown. Like me, although I like many superheroes, my favorite is our Brooklyn-born hero—Captain America."

"I like Captain too!"

"No one doesn't like Cap. Cap is the superhero that every American has known for the longest time."

"Because the captain is everyone's common childhood idol."

The atmosphere slowed down again.

Hilda didn't say anything: Just kidding, she's an alien, and Captain America wasn't her childhood idol.

"I heard that Gotham is very chaotic," someone said with a smile, "Crime is everywhere, is this true?"

Hilda tilted her head: "What answer do you want?"

"What answer do I want," he choked up. "The question is the truth, isn't it?"

"Facts need to be explored and witnessed in person," she said casually. "Why, what I say is what I say? Do you believe me so much?" She said, smiling provocatively at this guy.

The corner of the other party's mouth twitched, obviously unable to bear the tone, and he took a step forward: "I'm just a little curious. I once knew a boy from Gotham. According to him, crimes in Gotham are very common, and many people commit crimes themselves. Murders, or relatives who have committed murders, most of them have been in the Gotham Police Department... So, what kind are you, Hilda?"

While he was speaking, some people had already screamed in low voices. Most Americans have heard of the chaos in Gotham, but few people really understand the specific situation of this city. Now that they heard such a passage, Most people subconsciously chose to believe, and everyone looked at Hilda at the same time.

Hilda lowered her eyes and smiled to herself. She slowly got up and walked towards the man Shi Shiran.

One step, two steps, three steps.

She stared at him like a speck of dust, without any extra emotion, a strange sense of pressure rushed towards the man at this moment, he couldn't help but took a step back, fell down on the seat, his face turned pale.

"If I'm really the person you say has committed crimes," Hilda said, "you still dare to talk to me like that..."

She bent down her upper body, bent close to each other, looked directly into the man's timid eyes, and laughed. The laughter sounded like thunder in his ears. He stared at Hilda in horror and heard her late arrival. The second half of the sentence: "...Why, you are not afraid of death."

He couldn't say a word, but just stared at Hilda, trembling slightly.

--so boring.

Hilda felt bored, straightened up, and gave a friendly and bright smile to the rest of the people behind him: "So, does anyone have any doubts or misunderstandings about Gotham? Now we can say it together—— I don't solve your confusion so kindly every time, so hurry up and seize the opportunity."

Everyone: ...No need!

The door of the dressing room was suddenly opened at this moment, and the staff rushed in. A middle-aged man with a beard walked in, glanced around, paused for a while on Hilda, and then said: "It seems Everyone gets along very well."

Everyone: "..."

"I'm the chief director of the Voice program," he said calmly, "I'm very glad to meet you. Being able to pass the audition interview and enter the first round of the competition has initially proved your ability. However, since you stepped into this room In the dressing room, everything really starts. A special person in charge of the program will tell you later that I am here just to greet everyone, and..."

He waved his hand, and the staff behind him quickly walked in all directions of the dressing room, and pulled out...cameras from every corner.

The director nodded slightly to them: "...Come and get the program material."

"Hidden camera?" The black-haired girl looked at him dissatisfied and questioned, "This is a violation of our right to privacy!"

"Unfortunately, in the original contract we signed, we have already informed you of the possibility of hiding the filming. After all, we are not only a music show, but also a variety show." The director said calmly, "You guys are The performance of the dressing room will be edited as material, and may appear in the program trailer—”

Before he finished speaking, the faces of the players present turned pale.

Laura frowned: "Including your show has shady scenes, received a large amount of sponsorship, and plans to promote the material of someone arranged by a certain big shot?"

Hilda also remembered this episode: [Xiaolan? 】The artificial intelligence can't check for so long without any results, right?

[About this matter,] Xiao Lan rarely hesitated, [According to the results of the analysis...]

"Such a sponsor does not exist at all." The director was very calm. "It was deliberately released false news to increase conflicts in the program. The staff you met in the elevator deliberately said that in front of your face."

Laura gaped.

Xiaolan: [That's it.It's just...Master, although there are no sponsors who want to support the contestants, I just found out that the behind-the-scenes shareholders of the New York Broadcasting Corporation have confessed that the director of the show has taken special care of a certain contestant. 】

【Who? 】

Xiaolan's tone is subtle: [...Wilson Fisk, or Jin Bin.As for the person he told to take care of...]

[You don't need to say it. 】Hilda closed her eyes, unable to say, 【... I really intended to be a good person. 】