Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

awkward.

This is my first thought after sorting out my mood.

Bruce and I had a three-minute bittersweet scene right in front of Matt, which could have flowed seamlessly into a midnight family ethics soap, paired with plain popcorn.

After the hotel staff and the police arrived, the two night hunters had already jumped out of the window and left. In the ruined hotel room, I was the only one sitting on the big cotton-filled bed, lost in thought.

I was invited to rest in the Presidential Suite, next door to Bruce and Dick's room.

The moment I stepped through the door, I got a call from Joshua.

"Thank you," he said affectionately, "for giving me a perfect Christmas."

"Oh." I hung up the phone indifferently.

I won't read the newspaper for a week, and even if I read the newspaper, the entertainment section will be cut.Although Joshua himself is quite literary, I don't really want to see him use youth pain literature to describe my relationship with Bruce and Matt.

"It's okay," Matt reassured me, "I don't care."

"I care." I grinned.

After being attacked last night, I spent most of the night cooperating with the police to take notes and restore the scene.Until this morning when he fell asleep on the bed, the original promise that Dick would go shopping with him was not fulfilled.

When I woke up, the world turned upside down.Everyone I met looked at me with the eyes of a peerless scumbag, and gave the lawyer Matt next to me a look of sympathy for their misfortune and indignation.

Especially after the second auction started, Matt sat next to me as my male companion Shi Shiran.Dick, three rows back, popped up to say hello to me, and Bruce pushed him down.

For a while, the field was full of gossip and hot eyes from these rich people.

I forced myself to put on a decent smile on my face, feeling ashamed.

Matt sat next to me, leisurely unwrapping the small snacks that were handed out on the seat.

"I don't think you read today's newspaper." Matt took a sip of his lemonade, "Actually, everyone agrees that you have four servants under your skirt, besides Wayne and me, and the night monster who both appeared last night." Man and Batman."

The decent smile disappeared.

Matt comforted, "Think of the best, the auction will be over tonight."

I was expressionless, "Yes, then you go back to Gotham with me, just in time for the people of Gotham to catch up with the love triangle sequel."

Matt shook his head hesitantly, and he pushed his sunglasses, "But it's none of my business, I'm just a weak and helpless blind substitute."

So you've been chasing Joshua's serial in the entertainment section of the newspaper, the weak blind stand-in who can knock people off the wall with one punch?

While we were whispering softly, tonight's auctioneers finished their opening and clapped their hands. The first lot of tonight was sent to the exhibition stand by the staff.

Learning from last night, I'm not going to participate in the auction tonight.The reason I'm sitting here is because Gotham Charity's lot goes on stage tonight.

The Yuan Jingdezhen blue-and-white porcelain provided by the Gotham Charity Federation is naturally not qualified for the finale lot, and it will appear in eighth place tonight.

After the auctioneer finished his introductory speech, people called for prices one after another.I propped my chin and looked around.There weren't many people making moves, and everyone was waiting for the grand finale.

My psychological estimate is 400 million US dollars, and it would be a surprise to exceed this price.

Blue and White Porcelain started at US$100 million, and the price went up step by step, with an increase of 20 yuan, and now it has increased to US$220 million.

Seeing that it was about to approach my psychological expectation, a child's voice suddenly sounded on the field.

"500 million!"

"Ah." I was stunned while maintaining the movement of my chin.

Matt whistled to me meaningfully.

The bidder hesitated for a moment, and added a little more, "520 million."

Dick didn't hesitate, "600 million!"

All kinds of excited eyes on the field focused on the two rows of me and Dick. Everyone seemed to understand something unspeakable and sighed with emotion.

What do you understand that doesn't exist?

I took out my cell phone to send a message to Dick, but I didn't have time to type, so I sent three strings of question marks in succession.

Dick's shouting voice paused slightly, and then added, "700 million."

At the same time, he messaged me back, "It's okay, Bruce promised to buy me something at the auction. He made you unhappy, and I'll take your stuff and apologize to you on his behalf."

What a caring child.

But you don't have to.

I held my forehead in pain.Dick shoots stuff, Bruce pays, and everyone assumes Bruce is the one who pays me.

Now that Dick is crushing the audience and is about to pick the fruits of victory, a lazy voice added, "1000 million."

I turned my head and saw that Tony, who was not present at the dinner party yesterday and tonight, was sitting in his VIP seat at some point, crookedly lying in the chair and joking with the people next to him.

Seeing my stare, he made a casual gesture.

"You're welcome."

Who wants to be polite to you, you are idle and have no work to do to stir up the muddy water, does Pepper know?

The price of more than 1000 million is somewhat higher than the original value of this bottle of Yuan blue and white.Dick hesitated, and this time the price increase was relatively small, "1000 million, 100 million."

Tony held up a placard while drinking Coke, "300 million."

"Wow." There were shouts one after another in the field, as if I was not in the auction house of the upper class, but in the melon field with a good harvest under the moon.

Dick sent me a crying emoji and raised the price cruelly, "350 million!"

"500 million."

This time it wasn't Tony, but another rich man I didn't know.Like Tony, he made his debut tonight.

Seeing everyone's attention, Oliver Quinn from Star City shrugged his shoulders, "Toni and Bruce can compete for this, I think this is probably a very precious thing."

Matt dug into the small cake he asked for from the waiter, and marveled, "I don't quite understand the way you rich people entertain."

I almost choked up, "I don't understand either."

Oliver was about to pluck Dick's victory when another voice came in.

"2000."

The audience was silent.I silently raised my hand, covered my face with the auction brochure, and pretended I wasn't there.

Thinking about the good, paying this money should be regarded as the construction of the Gotham Charity Federation. From this perspective, Bruce is not taken advantage of.

"Wow," Tony sighed, and continued to fire, "Twenty-five million."

"3000 million." Bruce glanced at his watch, leaned on the backrest and casually raised the sign, "There are other auction items, let's finish it quickly, 5000 million."

The audience was in an uproar.I closed my eyes in a heart attack, deceiving myself that I had an auditory hallucination.

Bruce Wayne, you have been taken for a ride, it is impossible for me to let you, the honorary vice president of the Charity Federation, hold real power.

The auctioneer repeatedly confirmed in disbelief, "5000 million? 5000 million."

He picked up the auction mallet, ready to strike the base, "5000 million for the first time."

"5000 million for the second time."

For the last time, "5000 million for the third time," the auction hammer hit the base with a crisp sound, "deal!"

Matt was satisfied, "Tomorrow's entertainment section has new material."

So you are indeed chasing Joshua's serialization, how do you, a blind man, read newspapers, are you lying to me?

Thanks to Dick, Bruce, Tony and Oliver for the big show, no one in the room is paying attention to the rest of the lot.Entertainment forums posted posts at a rate of one second, and various conjectures and opinions emerged one after another.

Me, the center of the vortex, and Dick for a late-night snack at a small fast food joint in New York.

Although he couldn't use Bruce's money to take the blue and white porcelain, he got Bruce's money to make me happy, and this junk food will be paid for by Master Grayson.

"I'm sorry, Bruce is a big idiot."

The little boy sat across from me. He dug a large spoonful of Parfait and stuffed it into his mouth in the cold. "I will tell Ah Fu when I get back, and let Ah Fu teach him well."

"If he wants to contribute money to the charity he is the honorary vice president of," I smirked, "he can directly transfer it to the account of the charity, and just tell me, welcome to invest money."

Dick sighed old-fashionedly, "Don't be angry."

He pushed the dessert plate in front of me, "Eat something sweet to calm down."

I chose a popping cookie, treated it as the nasty chin of the pointy ear, and bit down hard.

The kryptonite necklace last night brought me a lot of psychological shadow. I contacted a jewelry appraisal agency, and when I went back, I threw all my green jewelry over there for appraisal.

I touched the two rings on my hand and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this ring, right?

Ma Xiuxiu is sorting out the materials of the double-faced man case, so he has no time to work for me.I snap a picture of the ring and retrieve it in the browser.

After skimming through a lot of invalid information, a post appeared.The host posted a photo of a ring of the same style as mine, and introduced the legend about this ring.

It is said that this ring is related to the evil god, and some kind of evil power from darkness is sealed inside.

Because the statement was too outrageous, only a few people under the post laughed at the post owner, and no one replied.

I clicked on the profile of the post owner with a skeptical attitude and found that he had left a link to his Twitter.I changed my Twitter account, took a photo of the ring on my hand and sent it.

The post owner replied in seconds, "How did you get this ring?"

"It's inconvenient to say." I was confused, "What the hell is this ring? Can I keep it by my side?"

The post owner said deeply, "This thing cannot be kept, it will bring disaster to people."

He said solemnly, "Its name is Suspension Ring, and it is a magic weapon used by a group of evil heretics. It will devour your spiritual power, make you bald and poor, and finally you can't even use wifi."

What kind of sacred artifact can make people lose their hair and go bankrupt, it is so vicious, you are not lying to me, are you?

I looked up at Dick. The little boy's black hair was fluffy and fluffy.

I asked the post owner, "Then what should I do to get rid of the curse of the hanging ring?"

The post owner sent an address.Coincidentally, his address is in Gotham.

"Professional items need to be handled by professionals. In this way, you send the things to me, and I will help you exorcise the evil spirits. For the sake of your sincere help, I only charge you five hundred dollars."

Sure enough, he was lying to me.

I sneered and sent the address he gave to Gordon instead.

"Hello, Director Gordon, I am reporting someone for fraud."