Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The sunglasses covered Matt's expression, but they couldn't hide his affectionate chanting.

Sitting in the plaintiff's seat, I cooperated with his movement of stomping his blind guide stick, took out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe my tears, and covered my expression which was so stiff that any director would despair.

"The defendant caused nearly [-] million U.S. dollars in economic losses to my client, and at the same time brought an indelible psychological shadow, making an intellectual, elegant, and decent woman live in darkness forever."

"My client, Lucille, lost her job in just two months, and she lost her shelter from the wind and rain and a rare and sincere love thanks to Mr. Harvey Dent."

Matt sniffled. "Sorry, I might be a little out of control."

Offstage, I continued to wipe away the non-existent tears in the corners of my eyes with a handkerchief.

In the absence of key evidence, the jury also has a well-known name, fooling the master group.

Matt's ability to fool science far exceeds that of jury members.

He took off his sunglasses, his eyelashes covered his dark eyes like glass beads and blinked, the eyes were full of water, and his handsome face was full of melancholy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my client, Lucille Crane, was traumatized after being attacked by Mr. Dent, as I think you all know in the recent papers."

When he said this, I clenched my palms and tried my best to hold back the phrase "you can shut up".

Matt took a handkerchief from one of the jurors and wiped his eyes, weeping.

"Imagine that Miss Crane is still a rich daughter of a wealthy family. If it is someone else, even me, after suffering the triple blow of economy, body and mind, can the future life be guaranteed? Everywhere in this world They are all killers, mercenaries, superpowers and alien invasion legions, how can we ensure that we can have the strength to stand up again after encountering misfortune?"

"Harvey Dent has enough money to sustain his criminal activities and Miss Lucille deserves some financial compensation, which is better than nothing."

Matt put on his sunglasses, turned around and picked up a stack of documents on the table.

"According to the evidence provided by the Gotham Police Department, we can prove that after leaving the Arkham Asylum, Mr. Dante did not know when he had some small private property of his own."

His tone suddenly became brighter, "Instead of making this fund a support for Double-Face's next criminal activities, I'm more inclined to let it be a bit of consolation for Miss Lucille's unlucky life. At least money will not have anything to do with Lucille. Miss Searle broke up, and there was no stand-in between the dollar and the pound."

After Matthew's speech, all the jury applauded him, and I clapped my hands stiffly among the excited crowd, struggling to squeeze out a smile that probably meant being moved.

The happiness is theirs, and I just feel noisy.

No, at least I still have money, and I think they are noisy.

Matt is an excellent lawyer. In order to show my misery, he even took the blame for my attack in the hotel on the double-faced man who is still in prison.

We had an initial victory, at least the jury unanimously agreed that "poor haggard Miss Lucille" deserved some monetary damages.

We successfully took the first step and got the affirmation of the court. Then how to actually get the money is the highlight.Matt's work isn't done yet, and I've tried to invite him to a private restaurant in Gotham, but he says no.

Mr. Lawyer, obsessed with work, even let me order takeout to be delivered to the Eastside Charity Point, which we were going to later.I was there to check on the progress of the home visit program and the direction of the donations, and Matt was with me purely for safety reasons.

We took a taxi directly, which was more than ten minutes faster than takeaway.When the takeaway was delivered, I was still struggling with the documents in the reference room. Matt moved a stool and sat at the door to guard, quite like a door god.

He casually picked up today's newspaper on the table and groped to read it with his hands. We lived in peace until he suddenly said, "Have you considered getting back together with him?"

"Thinking about it—" I blurted out, and realized that I was being tricked after speaking halfway, and turned my head to stare at him.

Matt shook his head and sighed because he couldn't see my expression, "You are simply obsessed with him. As a friend, I want to remind you to stay away from love brains."

"I do not have."

I slapped the file angrily, scratched my hair and emphasized, "Please, a man with a good-looking face and a good-looking pectoral butt. He is full of secrets, and I can't wait to stick the word 'mysterious' on my chin." , only showing one or two points of true love and dependence on you. Don't you be fascinated by him?"

"I won't," Matt said calmly, "because I'm not gay."

He blew the dust off his sunglasses. "Not bisexual either."

"...The takeaway is here," I shook my phone indifferently, "it's been left at the door for a few minutes. Could you bring it in for me, sir?"

"You're welcome." Matt touched the guide stick, turned around and went out.

I lowered my head thankfully, just turned over the files on the computer, when I heard a noise from outside, which was also mixed with Matt's scolding, "What are you doing, brat?"

I ran out in a hurry and saw Matt holding the takeaway in one hand and a little boy about six years old in the other like a kitten with its teeth and claws.The little boy failed to escape, and wanted to kick Matt in mid-air, but Matt dodged swiftly.

"I saw him take our takeout," Matt explained.

The boy was wearing a dirty red sweater, which may have been worn for a long time, and it didn't fit well, so he let him hang on Matt's arm to show a small belly.

Matt trembled subconsciously, "It's so light, isn't he as heavy as a cat?"

The little boy glared at him, "Don't insult me!"

I noticed his small, thin chin and flat stomach, and subconsciously asked, "Do you live nearby?"

The East End is a well-known slum area, and the families with children who live here are usually not too rich.

The child immediately looked at me warily and closed his mouth.

It's a pity that his stomach didn't obey his will and growled untimely.

I understand, he may not have eaten for a while, and he saw a bag of takeaway on the side of the road that was forgotten by two big fools, so he moved his bad thoughts.

I approached him, "Where are your parents?"

The boy's eyes widened, "Don't come near me," he shook in horror, "or I'll make you look good!"

Matt put him down, still with one hand on the boy's shoulder.I ignored his childish threats and checked him out.

Finally unable to restrain his fear, the boy suddenly trembled and curled up into a small ball, "I know I was wrong, please don't hit me!"

Malnourished, left unattended, with scars on his forearms and back from the belt.The little boy obviously didn't get the care his parents deserved, and he might even be exposed to domestic violence.

I reached out to him, and he closed his eyes reflexively, trying to twist into a posture that could protect himself to the greatest extent.

I searched for an extra button in his pocket, took out my portion of takeaway, and stuffed it into his hand.

His tearful blue eyes widened in surprise.

I half knelt down so that he could be at eye level with me.

"It's wrong to steal," I said, "and when you're in trouble, you can ask others for help."

The boy didn't take my preaching seriously.

I poked his forehead, "In case you are unwilling to accept help from others, I can also provide you with another good method."

"Swap." I hold the button up in front of him. "It's a fair trade to exchange what someone else needs for what you need. It's like my dinner," I said with my jaw held high, "for your buttons."

The boy looked at me suspiciously. "A good meal is worth more than a button."

"Whether it's worth it depends on the wishes of the person involved," I smiled. "I just need a button, and I can order dinner later."

"Really?" The boy looked distrustful.

"real."

I nodded to Matt, and as soon as he let go, the boy jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and fled towards the corner of the alley, disappearing after a few strokes.

Matt raised his sunglasses and glanced at me, "Aren't you going to check on his house?"

He also saw the plight of the boy.

I shook my head, "He doesn't trust us and won't accept our help."

"Then let him leave like this?" Matt raised his eyebrows, "I can still catch up with him now."

"Where can he go?" I cocked my lips. "This is the East End. He lives here. We will meet again soon."

"Don't you think you're getting closer and closer to that black bat when you talk?" Matt walked into the house with his takeaway, "Let's just say it first, I won't share my dinner with you."

I calmly said, "I'll order a new one, double the order."

By the time I got back to my new residence, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.I was busy with work and didn't take a second look at the Twitter account, because in my mind, the person who posted the deceitful person should be having tea with Gordon in the interrogation room right now.

I didn't expect that there would be a follow-up about the suspended fraudster.

Before I washed up and went to bed in the middle of the night, countless messages popped up on my phone, all of which were private messages from the post owner.

"How can you report me?"

"You actually gave my address to the police!"

"You are going too far, I must come to your door to confront you in person!"

I replied inexplicably, "I reported you because you are a liar. If I have so much free time, why don't I use it to work overtime?"

The post owner cried blood, "I obviously want to help you with all my heart!"

"Do you really want to collect money?"

There was a pause of two seconds on the opposite side, and then he said angrily, "If we have the ability, we will face to face, you stay where you are and don't run!"

I waited for a few seconds and nothing happened.

I sent a question mark and a period.

The opposite side swayed, "...can you take a picture of your current position for me?"

I squinted, ran to the bathroom and took a picture of the bathtub.

Just as I withdrew my hand to close the bathroom door, a little spark appeared in the air.

Spiral dots of Mars draw a full circle in mid-air, just like uncovering a layer of canvas, and the scene of another place is revealed after the circle.

A foot stepped out of the circle.

A skinny young man came out of the circle, and said in a vicious voice, "We need to have a good talk..."

In the next second, he saw my luxurious bathtub covering an area of ​​three square meters and the single-sided glass floor-to-ceiling windows occupying an entire wall next to the bathtub, and changed his words instantly.

"……dad!"