i spent the summer in gotham

489.

Damian failed to bring Teacher He Tuan back to Gotham to raise him.After all, Teacher He Tuan is a black bear with the character of a literati.

Half bald dude almost dragged on the ground holding Jason's thigh, Jason is a heartless man, so yes, he won't enroll this year

Wait until he graduates from university next year, and then come to study.

Congratulations to Jason, he can go to college twice.

The outlandish misunderstanding between Dick and the psychic was explained after I took pains to yank the psychic out of his autistic hut.As a result, Dick got the WeChat account of the psychic. To be honest, I think he is quite dangerous.

A fake heartthrob, every day someone wants to smash his head; a real heartthrob, whether human or non-human, treat him as a group favorite

After many years, my father returned to the poker table to compete with my master.According to the upward curvature of my father's mouth and the frequency of my master's thoughts, it is reasonable to speculate that my father won, my mother kept her capital, and my master lost the worst.

I am like a hardworking bee, wandering around the mountains and rivers of Shushan, solving the troubles caused by the masters and young masters of the Wayne family. Most of the time, the destructive power of the boys in the family is twice or more than that of the girls, even though I Dad's headaches were the same.

We visited Shushan for a day, and the bat plane stopped at the foot of the mountain, ready to pick us up.

My mother stayed in Shushan, and when spring came, it was time for her to explore the secret places, and she was going to set off again in a few days.This time, I remembered to ask her to bring my communication sign, and she was not allowed to refuse, otherwise she would not be combed when she came back.

The winter vacation is still a few days away. Originally, I could choose to stay in Shushan with my mother, but I still have one very important thing to do.

February [-]th is my father's birthday.We prepared a surprise for him.

490.

My dad rarely has birthdays, and what happened on his birthday was not a happy one.

Every year on his birthday, he uses a machine to make himself fall into hallucinations. In the hallucinations, he buryes his young self again and again, as if burying a mistake, and as if testing his limits.

He is not a hedonist, and without the support of others, his life is dull and dangerous.Bruce Wayne is a man who just squeezes himself for something.

So we want to give him a birthday that is different from previous years.Because Sugar Daddy Pig is an old boy who needs to be pampered.

491.

At [-]:[-] on February [-]th, my father was patrolling Gotham City at night, and the undercover No. [-] Damian who was lurking next to him posted a message in the group, Diamond District, chasing down underground arms dealers, and launching Plan C. "

Jason, who excused not to participate in the night watch today because he had a private job, was beside me with a slumped face, "Do you know how weird this scene is?"

I stood in the middle of the formation on the grass, and the spirit banners hanging around the Wayne house fluttered in the midnight wind.

"I know," I said,

"Is the sacrifice ready yet?"

Dick and Stephanie crouched beside them, sweating profusely at the strips in their hands as they read the instructions.Dick wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Seriously, I know that China has a tradition of paper piercing, but what are we piercing?

Stephanie, who was the only one left, looked up in surprise, "Please, you and I have been busy here for at least half an hour, don't you know what you're playing with?"

Dick said guiltily, "I can't see it anyway.

"Sports car," I said, "you're wearing a sports car."

"..." Jason raised his hand and asked, "Are you sure there is a Chinese tradition of making paper sports cars for the dead?

"Keep up with the times," I said, watching the bamboo strips slap on Dick's forehead. "The old man has bad legs and feet, so that my grandparents don't have to walk hard. I bought the blueprints of Maserati."

"So they're sticking paper Maseratis." Jason slowly turned his head to Dick, who was dazed, and Stephanie, who was still struggling with the wooden frame.

"That's right," I said calmly, "I suggest you paint it red, it will look cool."

Dick's expression collapsed like a landslide, "I didn't even drive a Maserati."

Jason: "Is this what you should care about?!"

492.

The filial red paint Maserati by Dick and Stephanie has smooth lines, full body and bright color.

Driving it and speeding on Huangquan Road, you are the most beautiful boy in the whole hell!

So long as you're willing to ignore the half-painted right tire, the left rear door that won't close, and the bluebird V on top of your head that's replaced the Trident logo.

In my defense of Stephanie, she's a pretty good crafter.

It's all Dick's fault.

493.

In the end it was Alfred who repaired Dick's broken rear door and, by the way, painted the right tire.

Alas, Ah Fu, what would we do without you.

494.

The bird V-shaped Maserati turned into green smoke in the raging fire, and the smoke scattered in all directions, spreading to the entire Wayne Manor.

I lit a soul-inducing incense, bowed three times to the sky and ground three times, and respectfully inserted it on the incense burner in the center of the formation.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Everyone waited until they couldn't hold their breath.

Everyone waited until all the incense sticks were burned.

Jason said indifferently, "Can you do it?"

How can I, Li Cizhang, say no!

Reluctantly, I lit another one, and another, and the three sticks of incense burned out, and nothing happened.

Silence is the bluebird Maserati speeding on the bridge of Naihe tonight.

I frantically poked Han Meimei, "Brother, didn't you get the fake Yinhun incense from somewhere? Why hasn't anyone come up yet? Is there a traffic jam at Wangchuan during the winter vacation?"

Han Meimei muttered, "Let's go. The two old gentlemen have just passed the Naihe Bridge. The road conditions on the other side are not good. The Maserati is stuck in the mud. We are lifting the car here!"

"Is Jiang building a road to build a lonely place?" I said madly, "When the ghost comes up, it will be dawn, waiting to bask in the sun with the vampire?

Han Meimei was sweating profusely, and there was the puffing sound of the bull-headed horse carrying the car from the opposite side, "You don't want to burn the car anymore, I think this Maserati can't be driven even if you lift it out.

"It's easy to say, where can I find you another paper cart!" I frantically circled around, "Shall I buy it from Uncle Yin Yang?"

"If the master and madam don't mind," Ah Fu said slowly, the old man was holding an exquisite small wooden box, "I have a car model here that I have nothing to do, I wonder if it can replace the paper car .”

I lifted the lid and saw an exquisite wooden Batmobile model lying quietly inside, every detail is extremely delicate, as if my father's Batmobile was scaled to scale.

"Of course it can be used. It's a pity that such a good model is burned." My eyes suddenly lost their light. "But can grandparents drive the Batmobile?"

Not to mention grandparents, even my father's daughter, I can't drive at all!

495.

"You don't have to worry about it," Jason said, "Damian has always wanted to prove that he can drive the Batmobile independently, we just burn Damian down."

Dick gave Jason a ruthless and forceful chokehold from behind. With a kind smile on his face, he pushed down the second brother who disturbed the harmony of the family. Don't pay attention to him, let's continue. "

Dick and I looked at each other for a few seconds with a standard smile, and took out our mobile phone, "I'll go to the boss of Carrefour to order paper and cars."

I can't afford it, I can't afford it, who can afford it, big brother?

496.

"There are paper cars," the boss said carelessly while pinching his nostrils, "It depends on what kind of car you want, the Batmobile or another car."

No, why are you selling paper bundles of the Batmobile? "I couldn't figure it out, "There is no need to do this step when it comes to Bat peripherals, are you still selling paper to make Batman?" "

"That's making you superficial, young man," the boss snorted triumphantly, "The Batmobile sells well because everyone wants to drive a Batmobile. If you can't drive a real one while you're alive, can't you still drive a Western one when you're dead? ?”

"The paper pierced figurines are burnt to serve the dead. The best seller is the clown scarecrow riddle man. If you can't beat the real one alive, can't you grind the imitation after death?"

pattern.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "So what are the other cars?"

"Paper train," said the boss, "Hell Concorde, do you want to buy a car and get a free car?"

I twitched the corners of my mouth, "Train tracks to Gotham?

The boss clicked his tongue, "To Metropolis."

"Then what a fart, profiteer!"

497.

We chose the Paper Batmobile between the Underworld Concord on the track to Metropolis and the Paper Batmobile.

The good news is that Han Meimei told me that Grandpa Thomas and Grandma Martha got started very quickly, and they have already passed the gate of hell by now.

"Maybe this is Batman's passive skill," Han Meimei said, "Anyone who can be Batman will drive a Batmobile."

This means that in so many parallel universes, I am the only one who can't be related to Batman, right?

Bully me for not being able to drive?

498.

Han Meimei reminded me, "You must remember that the elderly cannot stay for long, one day is the limit, otherwise bad things will happen."

I made gestures, "For example, the soul flies away, the dead return to the yang, the yin and yang are out of order, etc?"

"No," Han Meimei said scary words, "The world will take the opportunity to complete certain settings." He pondered, "To give an example, you are missing a clown here."

He cuts me off, "Cat belly doesn't count in Gotham. And Mrs. Martha has clown suitability."

I felt chills down my spine, Han Meimei said meaningfully, "You don't want to play Batman vs. Joker on your father's birthday, do you?

I swallowed my saliva, "This, this can't be done, it's unnecessary."

499.

"By the way, I want to remind you." Han Meimei said.

The white smoke surrounding Wayne Manor gathered in the center of the formation, quickly appearing in human form.

"People who return to Yang will return to their age before they were alive, so there is a big difference in the appearance of the grandparents you see and the grandparents you met in the underworld.

The young couple stood arm in arm on the evergreen grass of the manor, looking at us with smiles.

Han Meimei's voice still lingers in my ears, "They will become extremely young, even younger than your father."

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