Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I stretched out a hand under the quilt, touched my sweater, and then retracted quickly.

The Christmas sweater was chosen by Alfred, mine is red and white, with snowflakes embroidered with silver threads on the deep red base, the hem of the shirt is snow of different shades and a little snowman with a carrot nose .

Bruce muttered something incomprehensible plaintively, like an ostrich burying its head in the blanket.

I sat on the bed, savored his not-so-good sleeping appearance, took a picture with my mobile phone, and then ruthlessly lifted the quilt, "Merry Christmas, please go back to sleep in your own bedroom."

The ostrich pressed the pillow to his face with his hands, making it clear that he would not get up.

"You're going to sleep in the guest bedroom."

He complained, his voice gradually lowered due to sleepiness, "Otherwise I wouldn't have to... take the risk of being discovered by Alfred..."

I sneered, threw off the entire quilt, and stepped on the plush carpet to open the curtains regardless of Bruce's moaning and whining.

Outside the window, everything is covered with snow, and the haggard forests and lush bushes are all covered by snow. In the coming spring, they will show a new and vibrant scene.

The heating was turned on in the room, and I poured myself a cup of hot water, picked up my phone while drinking, and read the news from last night.

Bruce sat up sleepily with the quilt rolled up, naked, exposing his scarred upper body.

I shook my phone at him, "The Gotham Charity Federation will hold a New Year's banquet this afternoon, but it ends early, and it must be in time for the Christmas dinner at Wayne Manor."

He looked at me blankly, and opened his eyes a little bit after an epiphany.

Shocked version of Gotham baby, unclothed limited edition.

I took another photo with the mobile phone he gave me, and then lazily walked out of the guest bedroom.Before stepping out of the door, I turned around and reminded me kindly, "Remember to pick a good-looking suit. Joshua's writing skills are good, but unfortunately his photos are never taken as expected."

Of course, it is impossible for me to give Joshua the opportunity to put the double triangle photo on the entertainment section.The main reason for inviting Bruce to this New Year's party is that Matt is busy with other cases in Hell's Kitchen and cannot be there.

But it's just a small problem, Bruce doesn't need to know.

I was the last person in the family to get up, and Dick and Jason had already finished breakfast and were sitting under the Christmas tree unwrapping presents.

I contacted the stylist to have my gown delivered directly to Wayne Manor, and we traveled directly from Bristol County to Miller Harbor to board a cruise ship that was used as a banquet venue.

The TV in the living room was playing the morning news, and a Gotham Police Department spokesman who was connected to the program said that they were doing their best to search for the Joker.

It has been a month since the clown escaped from prison. As long as he thinks that this murderer is still wandering somewhere in Gotham, Christmas seems to be cast a bloody shadow.

Bruce, dressed and coming down the stairs, was standing next to me. I glanced sideways and his lips were drawn into a tight straight line.

I said knowingly, "I can't be there, you are very busy."

"Yes." He nodded apologetically, "There are new clues from the police station."

He looked at me and said, "I missed the appointment this time. If you go to the New Year's party, you must remember to wear the hanging ring on your hand at all times."

"In order to match the hanging ring, I specially chose a black dress and gloves."

I told the stylist not to bring the matching men's suit by text message, and took back the phone and snatched the biscuit from Bruce's hand, "The jewelry you gave me last night can barely match my dress."

The Joker has not been seen for a long time, and everyone who knows him knows that he must be preparing for a big move.I contacted the person in charge of the banquet at the Charity Club and repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem with the venue and security measures of the banquet.

In order to take care of the guests’ feeling of rushing home to spend Christmas with their families in time, the cruise ship departed from Miller Harbor in the morning and only circled the offshore area.

After being affirmed by the person in charge, I put on the jewelry and hanging ring, and after finishing my styling, I stepped on the cruise ship alone.

The original male companion did not come, and I was alone with a group of old fried dough sticks, pushing and pulling with commercial fake smiles, and the cruise ship sailed into the ocean amidst our polite greetings.All kinds of dishes and desserts are served on the buffet table like flowing water, and there are tableware and dishes for guests to take.

Before the buffet lunch, the Charity Association will conduct a New Year's summary, and I will also go up to speak.

I reviewed the manuscript on my phone and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Originally, I just wanted to be a salted fish lying completely flat, enjoying the good life of eating and dying.Why have I become the spokesperson now?

Is it because I'm not laying flat enough hard enough?

After the speeches, the lunch officially began.Visitors gathered in twos and threes in booths distributed around the hall to eat meals on the dining table.

I sat with several high-level officials from the Charity Association, randomly took a piece of cake, and ate a few bites at will, spoonful by spoonful.

It's winter now, and the temperature at sea is slightly higher than that on land, but it's still cold just wearing a dress.Therefore, there are two banquet halls on the ship. We chose the indoor banquet hall on the first floor, closed the doors and windows and turned on the heating.

The heating temperature may be too high, and many people, including myself, have fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.Perhaps because of the temperature, I felt a little dizzy, so I got up and contacted the staff at the venue to ask them to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner.

Something seemed wrong. I pushed hard on the side door of the hall, only to find that someone had locked the door from the outside at some point.The windows couldn't see any of the staff walking outside the lobby.

The dizziness that came up gradually intensified, and I heard a man coughing artificially on the radio, "Dear Gotham citizens, dear Gotham citizens, can anyone hear me?"

People who were standing on the field fell down one by one, and I also fell down by the side door with my feet limp.

The voice on the radio said to himself, "It's really rude, you have to remember to answer when someone asks a question. Politeness, politeness is very important, even adults should respect the fruits of other people's labor."

Problems with food and air conditioning heating.I discovered the problem too late. I am afraid that the person in charge who has been in contact with me from the beginning is the undercover agent prepared by the clown for this event.

My field of vision gradually turned black, and my mental strength was not enough to support me to use large spells.I curled up my body, moved my fingers slightly against the barrier of my body, and opened a tiny portal by hanging the ring, cutting off the pendant on my neck.

I have read the materials of previous large-scale cases, and I know that there must be a signal shielding device on board.I sent the pendant overboard, at least giving Bruce a hint of my current location.

After doing this, everything before my eyes was plunged into darkness, and I lay unconscious on the cold floor.

When I opened my eyes again, the cold wind made my hands and feet stiff.I regained my ability to think in the chaos, and found myself and a group of people were shackled to a chair, with a metal collar with a red dot in the center hanging around my neck.

We are no longer in the banquet hall on the first floor, but in the party hall on the deck that is ventilated on all sides.

It was still daytime, but the atmosphere was gloomy and cold.The red velvet curtains were in tatters and were blowing in the wind.

The floor of the lobby is divided in half with red and green paint, and comical graffiti is painted on it with fluorescent spray paint.The pungent smell of paint stimulated my brain, I moved my feet, and my feet felt the sticky touch of wet paint.

I looked around and saw the vast sea, only a group of gorgeously dressed men and women sitting in two groups in a specially decorated hall. The scene was ridiculous enough to be featured on the news about the clown event.

Everyone was aware of what had happened to them, their blood froze inch by inch with fear, and froze into ice with the big screen lit up on the host stage.

The screen is divided into left and right grids, the left side is us handcuffed on the deck, and the right side is pitch black.

I moved my fingers and found that the hanging ring was still on my hand. My nervous heart calmed down a little and I began to observe my surroundings.

I just glanced over the list of guests attending this New Year's party, but including the staff on board and the charity's own staff, it's not just the dozens of people in the party hall.

From the overhead radio came the whirring of electricity, followed by the knocking sound of a man slapping the microphone violently.

A voice that chilled all Gotham people rang out from all directions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mr. Clown's surprise New Year's party, thank you all for coming, and thank you for your active participation!"

The creepy laughter, the slurping of saliva, and the horrifying sound of a microphone hitting something, all blended together like a gigantic canopy slowly rolling down above our heads.Some people couldn't resist the attack of fear, trembling and whimpering softly.

As if hearing a response to fear, the people lying in the studio laughed with satisfaction, "In order to repay everyone's enthusiasm, I decided to hold a small game to stir up the scene. Yes, everyone likes games, There are games to have fun."

Countless people wearing funny hoods rushed up with knives, guns and sticks, surrounded us, and the party hall became a rough Colosseum.

The clown took a deep breath, as if he was really the host in the casino who worked hard to bring laughter to the audience.

"There are three rules. First, the red team and the green team each send one person to take turns in the group arena. The method of tossing coins is used to decide who gets the weapon. The person who bleeds will lose, and the loser will have their head and neck together They were blown up. The side with the most survivors will be the winner."

Everyone looked down at our feet and found that we were divided into two groups of equal numbers,

He pretended to think for a moment, then said with a giggle, "You will get used to the exciting scene slowly, if you quit halfway, you will be considered a loser."

"The second rule is that people who leave the venue are counted as quitting in the middle of the game. This is a bad character in the game. So I put a little shackles on everyone, you don't think you will mind?"

The metal collar hanging on my neck became colder and colder, and the soft sound was constantly tapping on my cerebral cortex with the red dots flickering.Those things zoom in and out in my eyes, and finally freeze into a little scarlet, hanging around each of our necks.

The darkness on the right side of the screen instantly lit up, and the banquet hall with the same layout as the party hall was full of people.Unlike us, they had no restraints other than collars around their necks, and each carried a weapon in his hand.

Everyone is like a red-eyed hunter, chasing the prey in the field.

They tore at his cloak, dug into his shoulder plates, and muzzled every joint of his body.All lives are tied to one person.

A city sucks blood from a person.

The sun shines into the floor of the banquet hall from the window, just to distinguish the red and green color blocks into black and white again.

"Has the game started here?"

The person who planned everything clicked his tongue in feigned surprise, "I'm really impatient. Well, the third rule, no matter whoever kills him, you will all be the winners."

A shot was fired, and I shivered.

Two desperate truths lay before me.

One, the angle of sunlight coming in from the banquet hall where Batman is located is completely different from the angle of sunlight coming from the party hall where I am located, in the opposite direction.We are not in the same boat.

Second, the person who was moved was me. He found the ship by chasing the pendant floating in the sea.He chose me, so he became a prey to be slaughtered.And I, all the people on our boat who participated in the game, will become the timer of the hunt, using the countdown of life to urge the hunt to come to a conclusion.

A clown's subordinate stood in the center of the arena, and glanced at us one by one, "Who will come first?"

No one said anything.I touched the hanging ring in my hand, my teeth trembled, "I'll do it."

Another man roughly unshackled me and shoved me into the center of the arena.On the other side a strong man was pushed out, I don't know him, he must be a sailor on the ship.

I estimated the possibility of using the portal to teleport everyone away, but hesitated because I didn't know the specific conditions for the bomb to detonate.

Does it explode automatically after leaving a certain range, or is it controlled by a remote control switch, or is it timed?

I have too little information.

The clown subordinate who pushed me onto the stage took out a coin and was about to toss it up to determine the ownership of the weapon.The silvery color flashed before my eyes, and no matter what, it was impossible for me not to recognize that thing.

1922 Gotham City commemorative coin, I once lost to the double-faced man in the choice of fate.

Only then did I realize that the field under our feet was divided between red and green, as if the same person had two faces.

There are two ships, and two villains.Here I am, Two-Face will choose me.

In a desperate attempt, I did a crazy thing.

"Here I am, don't you intend to see what happens to me, Harvey Dent?"

There was a very short silence on the field, and when the coin tosser put the muzzle of his gun to my temple, a door opened behind the podium in the party hall.

The man who opened the door wore a suit with completely different sides, half of his face was handsome and the other half was twisted and knotted.

I saw that he was holding something in his hand.

That's a remote.