[Comprehensive Yingmei] Push the boss to do things

We called the police after the clown incident, but we didn't get to live in Derry as expected.

I don't even want to stay here!

After being startled by the clown, I seemed to have been flipped on a wonderful switch and became very reactive to the outside world.To put it simply, it is from an emotionless killer to a loving and righteous game character.

I was the first to find out that there were gang members haunting this town to spy on us.

After the bald man who asked the residents in front of the residential building left, I returned to the old house where we lived temporarily.

That's right, it's the old house that the clown once used as a base camp. Alisa thinks that since we killed the boss, we should requisition its site, this gloomy house.

This is all nonsense!

Even knowing that the Joker won't be back for 27 years, I still feel terrified here.

There are no ghosts in the games I was in before, but they all have health bars and statistics, just a different kind of NPC, and here this one...

I dare not think about it.

I dare not leave Alisa half a step in the old house.

The location of their dwellings is curious.Heh, the nasty NPC likes to watch me make jokes.

For this reason, I secretly added a lot of pepper to Jack's bread, and the way he coughed while eating was very interesting.

As for Alisa, how could I play a trick on her?

Jack: Huh.

"I don't doubt your judgment, Leo," Jack said after hearing my reminder, temporarily putting aside his grudges against me, "but why?"

"Intel or supplies, we messed with them anyway," I surmised, "those idiots are coming to settle accounts with us."

The atmosphere in this town is still very strange, only Alyssa can bring me a sense of security.

I huddled in Alisa's arms, and Jack cast envious eyes at me.

I don't know when the player will appear and save me in dire straits.To be honest, I feel more comfortable being an emotionless killer.

"It's inexplicable how we could possibly know anything," Alicia said, rubbing my hair momentarily.

My hair was messed up, and it was time to go to the next door to wash my hair with water.

"Thinking about it carefully," I glanced at the door of the old house where there was no one. The gangsters haven't found this place yet, but they are coming soon. So some useful information?"

"...Leo, watch your language," Alisa said.

"Okay, I was wrong, I was a badass," I said, "I'll pay attention, Lisa."

No wonder!

"Don't talk like that, Leo," Alisa said. "I don't have the impression, anyway. How about you, Jack?"

Jack thought for a moment.

"...I know, I know!" Jack patted his forehead, "That should be me, I went out to do odd jobs without authorization and heard some...some words."

Jack was really excited to work a few jobs in the days when he was almost an adult, busy like a spinning top, silly.

"What did you hear?" I asked, "They were panicked, afraid that the news would leak out, and planned to kill us to silence them."

I also heard some of it when I was in Gotham, but I was careful not to expose myself.

"I... I know Jeremiah Arkham's rebellion plan and execution time, I thought I would be fine if I left Gotham," Jack said, taking a deep breath, "I will turn myself in, I didn't tell You, they will let you go."

Jack is about to leave.

"No, it can't be like this," Alisa said. "We are together, and we will not watch who dies."

"They won't believe you," I said, standing up and grabbing Jack's sleeve. "It's not going to work."

Even if it works, hold this unlucky boy!

Self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice are straightforward, why don't you usually quarrel and give me a break, hum.

"Then let's tell his boss about Black Mask?" Alisa suggested.

"We can't see him, even if we see him, Black Mask will still kill after getting the information," I stated the facts, "That idiot even killed his own men."

If I have enough time, it is not impossible for me to achieve anti-killing.But that would cause a lot of casualties, even if the other party was a gangster, Alisa and Jack would not agree.

Alyssa gave up on correcting my increasingly aggressive language.

"Then what to do!" Jack asked with some breakdown.

Things are a little more serious now.

"Split up, go as far as you can, and stop contacting," I suggested, "this way the survival rate is higher."

After separation, they can pursue a better life, and I will wait for the players by myself.

In the future, I will not be the one who kills the Quartet, but they will still remember me.

They will remember that I am a loving and righteous killer, not a colored pen whose legs go limp at the sight of a boss!

"So be it, but I'll be with Leo," Alisa said. "Leo's too young."

and many more?

Why don't you two team up!

Alyssa gave me a sharp look, and I swallowed back the rebuttal I was about to say.

Listen to you, listen to you, you are the boss.

"Well, we must survive." Jack said.

He told us about Arkham's plans, and that in half a year this ambitious gang leader would rebel against his boss.

The three of us came to the sewer in silence, and then Jack would part ways with us.

I looked at him with some reluctance.

"Let's tell a joke at the end." I hesitated and said.

My words reverberated in the sewer, and I shrank back to Alisa in fright and rolled myself into a ball.

"Of course, there has to be a joke," Jack said, giving me a mocking look. "Once upon a time, a clown came to the hospital with a Leo on his head."

I:?

But at the last moment I couldn't afford to interrupt.

Alisa smiled and touched the dog's head.

"The doctor thought the clown was stuck by Leo, didn't he?" Jack smiled. "In the end, Leo said, doctor, get this damn clown off my ass! Hahahahaha!"

It's really not funny, not funny at all!

I still want to hit someone!

But it was Jack's joke, and I had a reflexive laugh.

Just know to bully me!

We laughed together and didn't stop.

Now is the time to separate.We laughed and waded through the muddy water and headed towards different directions, without asking each other where the destination was, and without looking back.

He may not see Jack in the future, and he is even more dangerous.

We came out of the sewers and into the wasteland.The sun is not strong here, but at least it is not as gloomy as the old house.

"I think it's time to go to the Metropolis," Alisa told me. "That's the first place in your judgment, isn't it?"

"Yes." Because of this, you have stuck my mind once!

I looked at Alisa resentfully.

"I've always known," the girl said, "that the metropolis is so bright. I originally wanted to use it as the last stop of my world tour for retirement. I've always had this kind of life plan."

I finally found the bug spot.

It's not a problem with the painting style, but that Alisa is too hopeful and has endless expectations for the future.

There is no such thing as a "future" for game characters. They are the player's property from creation to deletion.

I'm probably just out of envy, envy of this NPC who can look forward to the future, so I've always been attracted to her.

She is so nice.

"...Thank you, Lisa," I said.

Saying thanks to the NPC doesn't feel bad either.

"I don't know why, but you're welcome, Leo."

We walked through fields blown by the breeze, walked through noisy roads, and tremblingly walked across the cross-sea bridge that was bombed by Gotham villains once a week, and came to the metropolis.

Thank goodness the bridge has just been repaired today, and there is no villain here to blow up the bridge again to play.

Metropolis is indeed very different.

The light is much stronger than that around Gotham City. There are many tall buildings and colorful colors. The expressions of pedestrian NPCs on the street are brighter, their body movements are more natural and not vigilant, and robbery and theft are no longer everywhere.

It's just that the light is a bit strong, much stronger than Gotham City, and I can't get used to it for a while.

I have never faced such a strong light.

I hid in Alisa's shadow like a vampire who died at the sight of the light.

Alisa took me out silently.

I looked at her pitifully, and she put me back in the shadows.

She is so nice!

We came to the pool in the park, and she washed all the dust off my face.With the vibrant green trees and flower beds around her, Alyssa began to sing.

I never knew Alisa had such a specialty.

She wasn't singing songs that had been written by others, but came along with her whim.When you think of the sun, you start praising the sun, when you think of justice, you start praising justice, and when you think of heroes, you start praising heroes.

Some vocabulary was sung without thinking, which made people feel that she could not speak clearly.But it sounds weird.

Her singing seems to contain magic, very contagious and bright, like a skillful hand that soothes the soul and a spring that washes away dust.After a while they were surrounded by people.

The girl's blond hair was shining in the sun, her expression was bright, her eyes contained endless hope, and her singing voice was light and melodious. I was stunned for a while.

Alyssa does have unknown powers.She can always easily infect those around her.

I don't know scales, but listening to her sing makes me happy.

I do like her a lot.

Even if the player's arrival will make me lose everything, I like her now, and the server can't take that away.

Metropolis is good, and it's not bad to live on this map until the player arrives.

With Alisa's singing, we easily made our first pot of gold in Metropolis.

Too simple to be a task at all.But we did get paid, equivalent to three kids in Gotham for a week's pay.

Gotham kids might be envious of her.Hey, who made my Alisa so good.

Be envious, jealous, and hate, hahaha!

She is a perfect match with Metropolis.

The difficulty here is much easier than Gotham City across the bridge.I don't know why the children who are struggling over there don't smuggle over there. Although the bridge has been bombed and rebuilt, there is still a small chance that they can come over safely.

Gotham and Metropolis don't feel like the same game.

By the way, is this really a game?

That's right, this is a game, and I'm a game character.Players will definitely come.

Alisa declined the invitation of several scouts and came back to me.

"I'm sure this city can do a lot for your situation, Leo," Alisa said.

"It's really helpful—it's a great help to break the three views." I complained.

"When you get used to it," Alisa smiled and put her arms around my shoulders, "then your mental state will heal."

I:?

No, there is nothing wrong with my state, I am just a game character waiting for the player to operate normally.

I'm an emotional killer!Ulla!

"I don't need any 'healing'." I said deliberately.

According to Jack, I am much more lively than before, and I can play tricks on him.

It's just that most of the time it's just a routine.He relies on me to feel sorry for him.

"You don't see yourself as a human being. I found out early on," Alisa said with a worried look for the first time. "It will be fine, Leo, trust me."

It stands to reason that I should refute immediately now, or cater to the NPC perfunctorily.

But I don't want to do that.

I didn't want to contradict her from the bottom of my heart.

The big deal is deleted by the server, or deleted by the player.I don't mind being deleted again, the first time is raw and the second time is familiar.

Games, servers, etc., is it important to have Alisa?

Alisa is worried about me.

Seeing sex and forgetting righteousness... Well, seeing the young lady and forgetting the server may be me.

"Okay," I said solemnly, "I believe in you, Lisa, a white tomorrow is waiting for us!"

I was waiting for her to say "that's it meow".

"I basically can't catch your meme." Alisa smiled helplessly and touched the dog's head again.

That's right, the game doesn't have this stalk, and many stalks don't.

"Is it okay to meow?"

"...Meow~"

Ahhhhhhhhh so soft and cute!

Alisa took me to the police station.We don't even have birth records in Gotham - orphanages aren't so kind.We have to get ourselves a passport.

Then you will be able to live permanently in this bright city.

It's an exciting development to think about.Before the players took over, I was free to do what I wanted in the city, to be a free character.

When the player shows up, I might have to leave Alyssa--as long as she remembers that I existed.

We were greeted by a young male police officer, Francis Bush.

"I can't believe it, you should have come to Metropolis sooner," said the officer, "I really have a new understanding of Gotham City!"

Strong sympathy, integrity, and a very "metropolitan" style of painting.I evaluate in my heart.

"Gotham also has a good side, Officer Bush." ​​Alyssa answered and chatted with the officer.

I watched in confusion as Alisa chatted with the policeman with a hearty smile on her face, and then they chatted inexplicably. In the end, we were able to temporarily stay at Policeman Bush's house.

I:?

I didn't realize it when I lived in the policeman's house.

I sat on the soft big bed that I had never touched before, looked at the spacious and well-lit windows, and looked at the tall buildings outside.

What the hell is it that I have witnessed all the developments but still feel like I missed a season of the plot!

This map is far from the rules of survival in Gotham City.

The policeman's home is a boarding family, and his wife and hostess is an accountant.The two boarding students who had graduated and returned home, we happened to occupy these two places.

Their family provided Alisa and me with basic living space and supplies free of charge, and sometimes took us out to play.They also planned to formally adopt the two of us, enroll in school, and find a psychiatrist for me.

Unsurprisingly, Alyssa declined, as did I.

Alisa didn't want to cause trouble for others, and I was waiting for the player, so the player would not let me stay in an ordinary family.

I should go as soon as the player descends with the light.

"Is everyone in the city like you, Fran?" I couldn't help asking after a few days together.

In fact, I accidentally lit the kitchen on fire - I just wanted to help, what the hell is it that the stove burns by itself against the laws of physics!Anyway, I've got to get Fran's attention so he doesn't find out what I'm doing.

I'll quietly put out the fire when he's gone!

Although previous experience tells me that I can't do it myself.

Live with a smile, Leo.

"I can't say that's the case for everyone," said the policeman, scratching his head, "but I'm glad the Metropolis made a good impression on you."

This is not a good impression, it is frightening.

"Thank you, Fran." I pursed my lips and smiled.

"Ah, oh, you're welcome," Francis paused. "You should smile more, Leo."

"That makes you look old," I repeated a previous player's meme, "facial palsy makes you young."

"Nonsense!" Francis resolutely resisted this statement.

I recovered my facial paralysis: "I think it's enough to be the truth."

"Egocentric!" The policeman pointed.

"It's called self-confidence!" I retorted solemnly.

"No, boy, it's conceit," said Fran enigmatically.

"Huh, ego keeps me in a good mood!" I continued his words.

"Heh, you're a big kid." Fran expressed disgust.

"Tch, childish." I expressed even more disgust.

"Wait, Leo, do you smell something bad?"

"...No." I felt a little guilty.

"You set the kitchen on fire again." Fran stated the facts.

"..." I really just want to help!

"It's okay, I 'accidentally' ate your portion of ice cream just now." Fran showed a happy expression.

That sweet cool yummy treat!

"...Fran came and got beaten!"

Before putting out the fire, we had a pillow fight, which was finally suppressed by Alisa and the hostess, each rewarded with a chestnut, and finally had to be responsible for cleaning the dark stove.

Oh, childish Fran.

Other than the constant bickering and entrapment of each other, we get along pretty well.

I gradually began to doubt whether I was still a game character.This kind of doubt usually does not last for too long. I believe that one day players will step on the colorful clouds and descend with the holy light, and manipulate me to kill all directions.

At that time, I will be awesome!

Alisa and I insisted on helping the family with chores as small rewards as we could.

After a while, the weather turns cooler and Christmas is coming.

I followed Alyssa to the mall to pick up things on the list for the family.Alisa had fought for this job for a long time, and she always wanted to do something to repay the young couple.

We played with the big head sticker camera in the mall.

"It's a dollar for the photo to be developed, forget it," Alisa said after the photo was taken.

I followed her, and quietly inserted money into the machine to print out photos of Alyssa smiling.

After the player arrives, I won't be with the NPC anymore, and I can keep a memory with the photo on my body.When the player gets tired of playing and wants to delete me, or the server is closed, I can also know that I have encountered such a wonderful NPC.

There are many things in the list, and we will act separately for efficiency later.

If I knew what was going to happen next, I would never leave Alisa for half a step.

Alisa was looking for ribbons and cheese on the third floor of the mall, and I was looking for greeting cards on the second floor, and I picked up a cheap pendant to put my girl's picture on.

By chance, I saw a brown-haired man go up to the third floor from the elevator next to him.

This man should be a gangster, based on the way he walks and the position of his arms, he is carrying a gun.I think.

The comfortable life in the metropolis prevented me from connecting this matter to myself for a while.I continued to look down and compare the popularity of several kinds of greeting cards among young people and girls, and then judge the final choice based on the price.

Gunshots were heard upstairs.Once, the glass shattered, twice, the crowd screamed, and three times, someone fell from the building.

I looked through the French windows in the direction of the gunfire.

Outside the window, broken glass fell from upstairs, and a girl fell between the broken glass.Her beautiful blond hair was flying in the air, the blood blooming in her heart was extremely dazzling, her brown eyes were empty and lifeless, and her expression was helpless.

That was Alisa's face.

Alisa fell down the stairs.

I looked up at the ceiling of the mall.

The player still didn't come, and he didn't come in the end.

Players never come.

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Three more bursts, no more at night.

I can't bear to write this chapter but it must be there, hey.

PS:

Thank you Wu Shan He Gui for mine!