[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is also looking for a job today

"Another masked lunatic appeared, let me count, which number is this? Are all criminals so shameless now?"

"Haha! This is what our Gotham is rich in. It's not just criminals, even our beloved 'vigilante' wears a bat mask." The person who answered meaningfully emphasized the word vigilante, and everyone laughed , There was a piercing laughter.

It was still dark outside the window, and I didn't know if it was morning or night.

The wooden window has been a little loose since no one has used it for a long time, and the wind slapped the window sills violently, making a slight noise.The green radishes on the table gave off a slight earthy smell, and Ede was a little dazed.

She frowned and muttered to herself: How long have I been asleep.

Outside the door, there was always the chattering of the host, and Ed walked out of the room. The museum was as dark as outside the window, only the lounge was lit with dim yellow light, and the voice came from inside.

"Mr. Rambo?" Ide was a little surprised. Adam Rambo seemed to be soaked in water, and his hair stuck to his pale face indiscriminately.

"Oh...it's you, you finally woke up." Adam said calmly, "Sit down and talk to me, okay?"

"You slept so well, do you dream?" He turned down the sound of the TV remote control to the minimum, and looked at Ide who was sitting opposite.

Ed: "No, I never dream."

"Yeah, you know, I've been having a dream lately that often wakes me up in a cold sweat. At first, I was terrified and even terrified, but then I realized—it was He calling me! I heard He's gone...I have to go! We have to go!" Adam suddenly became excited and began to describe his broken night dreams, eager to share with Ed.

He wasn't wearing glasses as usual, so Ead could clearly see his brown pupils dilated as he scratched his scalp anxiously as he told a disjointed, rambling story.

Tears welled up in Adam's eyes, as if moved by his own portrayal; he wept at Ide while frantically mentioning a behemoth "miles high" that had been standing in the green. Walking slowly back and forth in the fog, he seemed to really want to make it clear, but he suffered from the difficulty of describing this magnificence with mortal words.

Ead thinks Adam Rambo is crazy, he might need to go to Arkham Asylum - if there is another mental hospital in Gotham, it's better not to go to Arkham, the environment in Arkham is too bad.Ede didn't want to continue listening to the lunatic, she stood up: "Okay, I'm done listening. I just woke up and I'm so hungry now, I have to go eat something, let's talk next time."

"Cthulhufhtagn".Adam's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he spit out the word vaguely.When he said this, Ed paused, and she felt familiar, like a traveler in a foreign country seeing the writing of his homeland—she somehow realized that Adam hadn't pronounced it accurately.

"Cthulhufhtagn".Ed read it.

Adam stopped talking nonsense at once, squeezed out a distorted smile at Ede, and then took out the gun without hesitation, and buckled the safety; there was no need to aim at this distance, and the bullet as thick as a thumb pierced through it in an instant. Ed's body.

It's always raining in Gotham.

Emotional people always say: God is crying for Gotham.

Jason Todd scoffed at this-God does not exist in Gotham, Gotham is more like a hole in hell, and what he and Batman have to do is to plug the hole.

Wearing a domino mask and a one-piece bodysuit, a teenager jumped down from the top of the building, like a prowling black panther, and the black silent silicone boots fell out of the third-floor window of Kreber's private museum, barely making a sound .

Batman often teaches the second-generation Robin with too much emotion: When dealing with a case, never let your emotions cloud your judgment.

But what he saw outside the window of Kreber's private museum made him almost forget all Batman's advice at once - the young girl with silver-white hair lying in a pool of blood, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth, her wide-open black eyes Looking at Robin who suddenly appeared out of the window, Jason couldn't bear to look directly at the emotion in his eyes. There was a circle of candles around her, as if some bloody and cruel sacrificial ceremony was being held here.

"B, the third floor." He finished talking to the communicator in a hoarse voice, kicked the broken glass, and hugged the girl. The warm blood soaked his close-fitting soft armor and stained his body red. hands.Jason's heart was heavy. The girl had at least five gunshot wounds, two of which were vital. He pressed his thumb on the top of the bleeding blood vessel in an attempt to slow the flow of blood.

The blue eyes behind the domino mask were full of sadness and anger, but the girl's pupils gradually dilated to the edge, and she slowly stopped breathing in his arms.

Jason took a deep breath, trying to control his anger.He gently laid the girl who had lost her vital signs on the ground, and rushed out of the room full of anger, looking for the cruel criminal.

A short man walked out of the darkness. His right leg seemed to be newly injured, and his walking was rather bumpy. He held a gun in his right hand and a barrel of oil in his left.Seeing Jason, he screamed, "Get out! Bastard! You're fouling a sacred ritual—"

Before he could raise his pistol, Jason took a big step forward, punched Adam hard in the face and knocked him to the ground, his strong arms grabbed Adam's neck.Adam opened his mouth wide, his face flushed red, and his throat made a hissing sound.

"Robin!"

Batman's call woke the young Robin, and the anger faded from his eyes, leaving only a flame as cold as ice.He let go and looked at Batman.

"You're going too far." Batman's eyes were full of disapproval.Jason clenched his fists and didn't answer him. He looked down at Adam who was lying on the ground gasping for breath. What came to mind was the girl's bloody body, "Why did you kill her?"

The delirious sinner was lying on the ground, looking crazy, talking nonsense, as if his spirit had collapsed.

Jason silently led Batman into the room where the girl was - white candlelight flickered in a circle in the dark room, and the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder.However, the thick blood and the girl with silver-white hair that should have been on the ground were nowhere to be seen. Jason hurriedly rushed to the glass window that was broken by his kick, but there was no sign of him in the dense drizzle.

He looked at the blood stain on his hand just now, as if he was sure that all this was not an illusion.Jason looked at Batman in disbelief: "She just died in my arms!"

"The blood was wiped dry." Batman pointed his finger at the floor, his voice was extra deep after being processed by the voice changer.