[Comprehensive Yingmei] Push the boss to do things

Star City, a bar.

Ba Dao comforted a young lady who fell into self-doubt because she couldn't find a boyfriend, encouraged her to take the initiative, and helped her hook up with a brother who played guitar on stage.

After doing this, he thought about going to the playground to have some fun.

He was about to leave when a girl in the corner caught his attention.

She looks left and right, with brilliant blonde hair and a morose, tangled expression.This is nothing, but judging from her slightly embarrassed micro-expression, she is still underage and this is the first time she has been to such a place.

Underage, bar.

Ba Dao has to meddle in his own business one more time.

Before he had time to put his inner thoughts into action, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in the door.

The man had an ordinary face, and he looked ordinary, but Ba Dao froze in place because of his arrival.

That was the killer who killed Alyssa, William.

Ba Dao remembered the court's judgment at that time.After being caught, William performed well in prison, and then it seems that his sentence was reduced for some minor incidents.He came out through the normal process.

This meant that Ba Dao couldn't beat him back.

William walked past Ba Dao.His speed is very fast, rather than being afraid of superpowers, it is better to say that he is eager to find someone.

He sat next to the blond girl.

Ba Dao sneaked a look at it from the corner of his eye, and the girl was somewhat similar to Alyssa.

It doesn't feel good to be forced to recall the past, Ba Dao stopped observing, didn't think about anything, and slowly poured himself a drink.

William was the girl's father, and he seemed to be looking for the troubled daughter.He loves his daughter very much, Ba Dao has no reason to stand up and say anything.

The father and daughter were talking in a low voice, and Ba Dao could hear them clearly.Out of some inexplicable state of mind, he just listened quietly without interrupting or leaving.

"Rosa," William whispered to his daughter, "well, it was my fault I shouldn't have sorted your things."

"There are too many things you shouldn't do!" The girl was a little emotional, and she tried her best to suppress the volume, "You shouldn't touch my things, you shouldn't break my cosmetic bottle, you shouldn't, you shouldn't... ..."

Rosa couldn't help crying.

William didn't know what to do, he patted his daughter's back reassuringly.

The girl sobbed and finished her words in a low voice: "You shouldn't have left me..."

"I've done so much wrong, Rosa," William whispered, "and I want to make it right."

"When some things are broken, they will never stick back together, and they will never be restored," Rosa said, "I have been their servant at my uncle's house for ten years, and even if you take me away, you can't change that. "

"...I regret it very much." The man comforted his daughter awkwardly, and could only speak sporadic sentences.

"The people you kill... do their families live the same life as I did for ten years? They won't even have someone to pick them up?"

"...I'm sorry, Rosa."

"What good is an apology?"

"It doesn't work."

"Then why are you apologizing?"

"I am a murderer, and a lifetime of repentance is not enough."

The girl wept softly, finally recovering a little bit.

"...Tell me about the people you killed, Dad."

The man hesitated for a long time, hesitated several times, and finally lowered his head as if giving up, cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice.

He told a story.

After a divorce, a young mercenary decides to start a new life.He gave up his illegal activities and lived alone with his young daughter, and his life gradually became difficult.

Under the persuasion of his former colleagues, he decided to pick up the gun again for a better life for his daughter.

He was not very skilled, and he never got ahead, and then he simply did some dirty work for the gangsters in a chaotic city, until one day, his employer asked him to kill three children and several civilians.

He killed civilians, then searched for a long time, and finally found the second target, a lively little girl and a silent little boy, in a city with a relaxed atmosphere and extremely kind citizens.

The girl looked very much like his daughter.

He didn't want to do it for a moment, but if he didn't complete the task, the employer would send other people to kill the target, and he and his daughter would also be killed.

He decides to shoot and he kills the girl.

As he expected, after the girl died, the sad boy knelt beside the girl and remained motionless. He only needed to pull the trigger to kill the boy too.

The sun was shining brightly in that city, but the girl's beautiful blond hair was stained red with blood, and she was dead.

He suddenly had an absurd illusion that he had killed his daughter.

He dropped his gun and fled, telling his employer that the targets had all been taken care of.Unsuspecting, the employer continued to plan his great enterprise.

William came to his senses, he didn't have to kill the girl, the employer only cared about the few civilians, not the little children at all.

A sense of guilt overwhelmed him, but there was no way out, and his employer wouldn't let anyone back out.

Since then he's still been his goon during the day, doing all the dirty work, but every night he dreams about that girl.The girl took the form of his daughter, tormenting him every night with a bloody appearance.After he woke up, he had to see his daughter standing in front of him alive before he could relax.

Until half a year later, the employer was killed by the big boss, and he was also imprisoned, and his guilt was slightly relieved.But he knew that some things could not be made up for in his whole life.

There were not many people in the bar, and they dispersed as soon as the meal was over. The man was still telling his story in a low voice, and his daughter was crying bitterly in his arms.

Ba Dao's hands clenched tightly under the table where no one could see, struggled for a long time, and finally let go.

This family has nothing to do with him, and he will not take the initiative to trouble William.

He is not happy.

He checked out, tipped the customary overage, and left the bar.

The sun in Star City is brighter than Gotham, but far less than Metropolis.

Such light intensity can easily make people feel depressed.

Oliver Quinn, the richest man in Star City, is preparing to hold another dinner party.It's a dinner party, but it's no different from his usual parties, it's also a carnival feast.

The difference is that the Quinn Company released some new products this time, and many reporters were attracted here, some from Star City, and some from other cities.

Ba Dao was bored and casually stood on the roof of a high-rise hotel, quietly overlooking the steel buildings below.The Frisbee landed in the distance without making any movement.

The door to the rooftop behind him was opened, but Ba Dao didn't care about it at all.

Hearing the sound of footsteps were two people, one was light but not lacking in ability and calmness, and the other was completely cautious but couldn't hide the clumsiness in his bones.

"Leo, it's really you!" Ba Dao heard a familiar voice.

This is a voice that shouldn't appear in Star City, but it seems that it is not surprising that it appears.

"... Louise?" Ba Dao froze for a moment, then turned to look.

The female reporter wore smart attire, highlighting her unique temperament more and more.Behind her, the tall but clumsy bumpkin Clark was looking at Ba Dao just like her.

"You seem to be in a bad mood?" Louise boldly walked over and sat down next to Ba Dao, and like him, stretched out her calf from the edge of the building, hanging high in the sky.

Clark hesitated, as if afraid.After Louise tugged him gently, he tentatively moved to the edge of the building and sat down on the other side of Ba Dao.

"I didn't." Ba Dao retorted softly.

"You have, Leo," said Louise, "or you'd have to say 'Come on, there's no Peter Pan here, we're free to fly once'."

Clark didn't speak, as if he was choked by Louise's words.

"...well, I have." Ba Dao didn't look at any of them, he said calmly looking down at the city.

"You need reassurance," Louise said.

She quietly glanced at Clark who was silent, and the little reporter scratched his head nervously and said, "Yes, you need to speak up to vent, Leo."

"I don't need it." Ba Dao pursed his lips and said.

"You need," Louise said, "Leo, we are your friends, and we can help you share some of your troubles."

friend.

This title made Ba Dao tremble in his heart.

Alisa and Jack are his friends.And one of the three of them died, the other two stumbled and grew up, and then one went crazy.

alyssa...

"...I never admitted it." Ba Dao began to speak stiffly.

He hadn't acknowledged Louise and Clark as his friends.

"Then we consider ourselves your friends." Clark finally said something useful, and by the way, he got an appreciative look from Louise.

Ba Dao bit his lower lip, as if thinking.He looked up at Louise on the left and Clark on the right, and they were all smiling at him.

"...Okay, okay, don't look at me," Ba Dao said awkwardly, "I'm indeed a little unhappy, but it's not a big deal, just moaning without illness."

"Let's talk about this 'not a big deal' little thing," Louise said.

Ba Dao: "..."

He almost forgot that these two people are journalists by profession, and they are best at asking questions, and a simple sentence or two can't get rid of them.

"Okay, I..." Ba Dao struggled for a while, "I saw a person who really wanted to hit him, but I shouldn't do it because of emotion and reason, and then I ran away. So I'm not happy."

"...So, um, does beating him up make you happy?" Clark asked tentatively.

Ba Dao thought for a moment.

"No," he replied, rolling his eyes, "that would only make me more unhappy."

"Aren't you sad for not being able to do it, Leo," Louise analyzed. "You're sad for yourself. Did that person make you think bad things?"

"...Hmm." Ba Dao replied sullenly.

"Whatever it is, it's over," Clark comforted.

It's all over.

The nightmare is over.

The little reporter who couldn't see that he might be a mutant was kind of comforting.

Ba Dao felt warm in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

He needs to get his face back.

"But there are some things that can't be made up no matter what, they are lost forever," Ba Dao looked at the gray-blue sky in the distance, "like Zhou Ke'er's teeth and Luther's hair."

Clark: "...?"

Louise let out a chuckle: "But the clown has steel teeth inlaid, Luther...he likes to be bald, and has no intention of wearing a wig at all."

Even if the lost things cannot be returned, people can make up for the lack in other ways.

"It's different, it really can't make up for it anymore," Ba Dao looked at Louise seriously, "The firefly burned my windbreaker with the bat's autograph on it, and the bat refused to sign me another one. Now that I can't even take the chance to beat him up again when a nasty worm passed by here on his way to prison!"

He clenched his fist angrily and scratched his hair angrily.

Louise, Clark: "..."

It is rare for you to feel sad and ashamed and lose your feelings. Is this what you are struggling with?

It seems that Ba Dao is indeed a loyal fan.

"...Batman will agree to sign you again sooner or later, Leo," Louise said bravely, "Everything is still going to turn around, don't give up hope."

Ba Dao still looked mournful.

"He will," Clark said unconscionably, and then made up his mind under Ba Dao's distrustful gaze, "maybe he suddenly had a whim."

"...No, bats won't." Ba Dao folded his arms in aggrieved way and curled up into a ball.

Although his face was still sad, Ba Dao felt warm in his heart.

friend.Louise and Clark are his friends.

William or whatever.There is no need for Ba Dao to dwell on the past, because now he has more precious treasures worth caring about.

The heavy burden that had been in his heart for a long time suddenly disappeared, leaving only a comfortable and warm temperature.

Ba Dao unlocked the last hidden skill, a skill that can cancel its own entity and be immune to all attacks within a few seconds-Scattered Liuxia.

He was very happy because of this invincible skill, but he was still shrinking into a ball with aggrieved face.

Louise continued to try to persuade, and Clark remained strangely silent since he promised that Batman would give another autograph, as if he was thinking about something important.The three of them sat in a row on the edge of the building, and sat for an entire afternoon.

From a distance, Louise, Ba Dao and Clark are short and tall, like a set of WiFi signals.

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