i spent the summer in gotham

476.

In this magical world where people with superpowers walk everywhere and ancient gods are as numerous as dogs, Jason always thought that his worldview was as solid as a rock and as solid as iron.

He has experienced countless ups and downs, and grew into a tenacious tree with a crooked neck amidst the trials and tribulations. Nothing in this world can defeat him!

He thought so.Until he climbed a difficult climbing ladder, he didn't buy the wicked Linbao, and was dragged to visit the greenhouse in the mountain.

Hell, it turns out that metaphysics and technology lead to the same goal after all, and the two will always merge into one in the end.The end of life is farming, and all wars end in development.

War is farming, and farming is war.

That's how it is, Dakla, he's enlightened!

What should we do to enforce justice in Gotham?

Is it dressed as a bat monster or a headless horseman in the middle of the night to beat criminals?

Is it to set up a mental hospital to lock all the idiots together?

wrong!

We should farm the land first. As long as everyone in Gotham puts on their hoes and turns on their excavators, there will be no more disputes in this world.

The Riddler has to go to the field to plant seedlings, the Scarecrow will be a scarecrow in the field, and the Penguin will drive a tractor in the field. No one will discriminate against his body shape, as long as his feet can reach the accelerator.

—Wait, is there a place to farm in Gotham?

477.

The semi-bald brother led Jason out of the military warehouse and the back mountain shed, unable to hide his Sima Zhao's heart, he took Jason to the computer room.

Rows of computers are neatly arranged in rows. This is the cemetery of hair. Countless strands of hair bid farewell to the scalp with tears and slowly fall to the ground.

Jason was here, shuddering.

There was a sudden "uh" sound from the corner.The semi-bald old man rubbed his hands, smiled apologetically at Jason, and walked quickly to the source of the laughter.

"You are playing Minecraft again with the Poseidon needle!"

He stretched his neck over and took a look, "Oh, your material bag is just like the real one..." He watched Moyuzai with great interest and played for a round before he realized that he was here to teach others.

The semi-bald old man stared angrily, but unfortunately the shiny top of his head was more eye-catching than his squinting eyes, "I'll let you hand in the lab report next week!"

Mo Yuzai shrank his neck, "Boss, I was wrong, I dare not, I really dare not next time!"

The half-bald old man was afraid that the fishing incident would destroy Jason's non-existent stalwart image of a code farmer in Shushan, and explained bitterly, "Xiao Wang is a student who graduated from the previous year. He is a young man with a playful heart, which is understandable."

Jason poked his head curiously, "This is very real, can the characters be imported?"

Xiao Wang raised his nose, "Of course, of course a real man wants to play Green Lantern!"

Jason: "...No, real men want to play Batman."

The half-bald old man frowned, "Boys, if you want to play, you must play Martian Manhunter. The spiritual department is the strongest!"

The three of them refused to give in to each other, their eyes locked in the air as they fought.

A war of honor is about to begin.

Xiao Wang pulled the keyboard, "Come on, if you are a real man, come to the duel!"

478.

Just as Jason was about to use his game level to defend the dignity of his old father, I was on my way to the computer room.

On the way, I met Dick and Tim who came with the psychic Jiang Ning.

Dick wondered why we were so flustered,

I smiled wryly at Dick's innocence, "Now my uncle and the others are working on a virtual secret realm test project, you can understand it as the immortal version of my world, to test the self-healing status of each secret realm, and calculate the best time to enter the secret realm for picking .”

Tim's eyelids trembled, "It's not an illusion, why does it sound so much like a fishing ban?"

"Almost, let me understand." I laughed.

"The elder who is in charge of Lingzhi has done some small breeding in there. Recently, Dongshan Secret Realm is raising pigs. The pig's teeth have grown out in a few days. It is very effective to dig the vegetable field every day."

Dick looked at me suspiciously, "Are you sure the elders in charge of Lingzhi won't fight against them?"

"Just demolish half of the mountain." I whispered, "So both sides are robbing people now, and there is a shortage of people to farm and raise pigs."

"Jason seems to be suitable for both jobs." Tim commented objectively.

479.

When we arrived, Jason and the bald man were playing Minecraft with Dinghaishenzhen's secret simulation environment, and Batman and Martian Hunter were PvP in the Dongshan secret simulation environment.

The square villain representing Batman is carrying a shovel and is digging a shelter for himself in the mountain.There is also a cluster of torches placed on the side of the hole in a decent manner.

I looked at Jason's serious expression immersed in it, and shook my head, "I think he really wants to raise pigs, why don't we let him stay here to raise pigs."

Dick: "...ah."

480.

The psychic, whether on the way here or now, is very quiet.

I understand his quietness, after all he is a well-known autistic old man in Shushan.

The social fear psychic's expression is ever-changing, and he has gone through several cycles of wanting to speak and stopping and stopping and wanting to speak.

Me: "...you speak directly."

"Oh," the psychic tugged at his sleeve, hesitating, "Your brother's two guns seem to like explosive things."

me."

I think I may have guessed what the hell it is, I hate my smart and clever brain.

481.

The psychic was silent, pretending to be a passing ant, quietly shutting up and watching Jason play games.

By the way, listen to Jason's two guns.

Two lively and cheerful gun ladies are chatting hotly.

"Oh, I'm still waiting for the third part of "Desperate Love Vormir Star". The second part's imprisonment is so exciting."

"Did Jay say that he wants to join Black Mask in the third part to engage in a love triangle and ntr? I want to see the clown cheating on Black Mask and getting fired up by the Red Skull."

"Red black green CP is the strongest, and the triangular structure will never go out of style!"

"Triangle smells so good, hee hee, why don't Jie stop playing games, hurry up and code words, ma'am!"

The psychic wished he didn't have those ears, and more than once he had despaired of finding out that he knew too much.

Today's psychics are also praying that they will not be killed because they know too much, hoping for world peace.

482.

The noise of the gun sisters and the noise of the Kali stick brothers are not the same kind of noise.

The noise of the gun sisters is the noise of two little sisters laughing and joking, and the noise of the brothers Kaligun is the noise of two old mothers.

The gun sisters stopped talking about the topics that made the psychic blush and heartbeat, and they turned their heads to praise Jason for taking good care of them.

"I love it so much that he oils me, he's so gentle and his hands are big and warm."

"He also checks every bullet, really meticulous, oh, virtuous men are the most sought-after!"

"I really want to say thank you to him personally, woo woo woo, baby, did you hear that, thank you baby!"

"If I were in human form, I would definitely thank my baby and give my baby a big kiss, hehe."

The psychic's ears were full of "Thank you baby" and "Thank you baby", and there was no room to listen to what other people were saying.

It seemed that someone was talking to him, the psychic raised his head suddenly, and subconsciously said, "Thank you baby."

……

……

The whole place was silent.

Li Cizhang's elder brother Dick looked at the psychic with trembling lips, unable to restrain his panic, he took two steps back.

"I, I just asked if you would like to have lunch with us, but you don't need to agree with your body."

Li Cizhang's eyes lost focus, and he seemed to have suffered a great blow. "Brother Ajiang, brother psychic, brother shaman," she cried with a sad face, "I thought you could resist the temptation of Dick's beautiful young man!"

If Li Cizhang was only three years old now, she would definitely be lying on the ground rolling and kicking her feet, "Is this magical charm so difficult to overcome? Grayson, you, the source of all evil, whoa!"

Dick couldn't argue, "I'm not, I'm not, I'm just asking politely!"

Jason took a big step away from Dick, shaking his head, "You're horrible, Grayson, stay away from me, you goddamn heartthrob."

Tim said sympathetically to the psychic, "It's okay, it's understandable to be confused by Dick's face for a while, if you work hard, you can still break free." He pointed to Jason, "Otherwise, this twisted Dick chef is a lesson for you .”

Jason was furious, "Don't spread rumors, I have no admiration for Dick!"

The scene was chaotic, half-bald brother and Xiao Wang looked at the psychic who had gone astray with regretful and heartbroken eyes.

The psychic tried to defend himself, but the field was filled with all kinds of yelling from the Wayne brothers and sisters, and his courage to speak decreased proportionally.

In the end, the psychic stepped on the flying sword in a panic, turned around and rushed out of the chaotic scene.

The half-bald old man held an enamel cup with the words "Labor is the most glorious" and sighed, "It's nice to be young."

Xiao Wang: "Ajaan may not think so."

483.

The psychic who rarely speaks in the chat room typed out a bunch of gibberish characters.

A pile of garbled codes and another pair of garbled codes fully demonstrate the collapsed hearts of young people like balls of wool.

The first one to show up was Liaoning, "What happened to you?"

Then came the bubbling air of idleness, "The fluctuations are so big, have you confessed to someone?"

Zui Huai typed unhurriedly, "Based on Ajaan's personality, the possibility is very low."

In the next second, the psychic who finally regained his language management ability said, "I confessed to someone."

The audience was in an uproar, and a group of famous guys in the chat room seemed to be ducks strangled by their necks.

Dongfeng was the first to react, "Really? Really? Really, let me see let me see let me see!"

Zui Huai sighed, "It's really not easy, I actually saw A-Jiang confessing his love to someone one day."

Shandong wondered, "Why didn't you see Zhengqi talking to my brother?"

Old Zui Huai made up his mind, "Don't let the two of them know the address of the person you confessed to."

The psychic wanted to cry, "No, it's not a confession...it's a confession, I can't explain it clearly, it's just a misunderstanding!"

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding," Liaoning Honghong said, "It's just a misunderstanding. Did he agree? I can explain it for you."

"I can help too." He said confidently, "I'm good at talking."

Old Zuihuai looked like a wise man who sees through and doesn't tell the truth, "I said it before, don't let them know the location for the time being. You let them calm down first."