Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I'm Lucille Crane, and I've probably introduced you before, but I'll do it again just to be on the safe side.

The reason why I have to repeatedly emphasize my identity is to remind myself that I did not wake up and travel to another world to become a runaway princess or reserve princess or something like that.

I'm sitting on a park bench with a stuffed crepe in my hand.According to my mother's teaching not to eat food from strangers, I didn't eat the Oreo cream that looked so tempting.

Those brothers and sisters who found me were hiding beside me and whispering, and cast inexplicable gazes at me from time to time.

It's weird, really weird, and I suspect I've been trafficked.But the people who trafficked me, by the age standards of human traffickers, they were a bit young.

The key is that they are good-looking and conspicuous. Why don't they kidnap and sell themselves first before kidnapping others?

strangeness.I shrank my feet and pinched the crepe in my hand again and again.

Several brothers and sisters seemed to have reached a conclusion in the discussion, and the oldest boy among them walked towards me, squatted down and looked at me, "Are you in a hurry, sorry, I left you out in the cold."

"If you want money, you can call my parents, I remember their phone numbers." I said, "Or my second uncle, you can ask him for a little more money."

The boy smiled wryly, "We didn't come here for money," his eyes flicked from side to side, "It's hard to explain."

"We don't need your explanation," said the boy sitting some distance from me, who, like me, did not eat what they gave him. "I ask to contact my housekeeper, and you can negotiate with him no matter what you want. .”

"Ah Fu, alright, Ah Fu." The boy pinched the bridge of his nose, "You can call me Dick."

"Dick." I nodded warily.

The boy next to him didn't speak.

Dick stood up and tried to reach out to me, but I dodged to the side, out of the way.

Although the scene is weird, I don't think he should be a bad guy.

"Are you going to send us home?" I asked.

He withdrew his hand that was stretched out in mid-air and didn't know where to go, and said embarrassingly, "Yes, you will go home soon."

"Wait a minute." He comforted us and ran towards his companions.

The boy next to me jumped off the bench. "You shouldn't trust them," he said. "Despite their small size, juvenile delinquents are not uncommon, let alone they are a gang."

"Do you want to go?" He took the crepe in my hand and threw it into the trash can with his own. "I don't think they have any malicious intentions."

"The bad guy is very good at disguising." The boy glanced at me, the blue eyes look good in the sun, I don't know how to describe it, but it feels like the eyes of the doll I put on the bedside.

It was an eighth birthday present from my mother at the time, which is a high compliment.

"Dick's going to cry," said a younger boy, who was probably only a few years older than me, walking toward us, "and good old Grayson's going to cry under the covers."

He came with two other girls, both a little older than us.

The red-haired girl handed me the milk in her hand, "I'm Barbara, are you thirsty?" She showed a friendly smile, "I just bought it from a convenience store, you can take a look, it's unopened."

"Can I see my mom and dad?" I asked, taking the milk.

There was something strange in Barbara's smile, "We're going home soon."

I think they must not belong to the group of students who listen carefully in class.When I say I want to go home, I mean back to my home in the Diamond District, not to theirs, or to the boy named Bruce's.

But Bruce's grandpa—well, he said it was his butler, and the butler, Alfred, would make us some nice and delicious little biscuits.

I am very envious, and hope that my father can dig Ah Fu into the house when I go back.Serve Bruce on Mondays, [-], [-], [-], and make cookies for me on Tuesdays, [-], and [-].

I sat in the corner of the couch with a plate of biscuits, and there was a cartoon on the TV that Dick had tuned for us.

But I wasn't in the mood to watch, and neither was Bruce, who was always frowning and staring at Dick and the others walking up and down the room.

I need to get ready, no one in this family is on my side, even Bruce has been bought by Biscuit.

I'm going to fight alone to find a way out of this big house.

The scene was very chaotic. Dick and Barbara lowered their voices to speak, and couldn't help raising their volumes in the middle of the conversation.After seeing the eyes of me and Bruce, I will restrain myself and lower my voice again.

I jumped off the couch and went upstairs.

"What are you going to do?" the younger boy called me.

His name is Jason, I always think he looks at me strangely, it's not an illusion.

"I'll borrow the toilet." I took two steps back, turned sideways and ran past him.

Bruce's house was about five times the size of mine, and I sneaked into a guest bedroom and found the phone.

I dialed my dad's phone number, and the receiver beeped for a long time, but no one answered.

I called my mother again, but no one answered.

I hung up the phone dejectedly, sat on the floor thinking over and over, and pulled the wool on the carpet to count.

I really don't want to call my second uncle. Every child has a relative who is most afraid of. The person I am most afraid of is my second uncle.

But my parents didn't answer the phone, so I had to ask my second uncle for help.

I thought about it, and dialed my second uncle's number with a bitter face.

This time the second uncle did not let me down, and the second uncle added ten points.

I was relieved by the familiar voice, "This is Abner Crane."

"This is Lulu," I asked cautiously, "I'm at someone else's house now, can you come pick me up, Uncle Abner?"

"Someone else's house? You are using the landline of Wayne Manor now." The second uncle's voice was a little puzzled, "Are you in Wayne Manor?"

"Yes," I recalled the name of the manor, "I'm at Bruce's house, when can you come pick me up?"

"Your voice......"

Before the second uncle could finish speaking, I heard footsteps coming from outside the room, I hung up the phone hastily, and hid in the closet next to me.

The wardrobe is well made, no gaps can be seen.I hid in the closet and could only hear my own breathing and footsteps on the carpet.

The footsteps stopped in front of the closet, and I covered my mouth to prevent my heart from jumping out of my mouth.

The closet door opened suddenly, and a girl's face appeared in front of my eyes. I almost cried out and bit my hand.

The girl's name is Cassandra, and I hear them call her Cassan.

Kashan held out her hand to me, and she spoke with a strange eloquence, as if she had just learned to speak.

"Do you need me to carry you down?"

"No," I tried to find a corner to get out, "thanks."

Kassan ignored my refusal and lifted me up under my armpits, sitting me on her arms.

She obviously looks very thin, but she is very strong.

I felt a little ashamed to be picked up by a girl who was only a little taller than me, and I put my arms around her neck in embarrassment, "Can you put me down, I can walk by myself."

"It's okay." Cassan said, she hugged me firmly and left the guest bedroom, "You didn't have lunch, you can have an afternoon tea in the afternoon. The soufflé made by Ah Fu is delicious with maple syrup."

"When can I leave?"

"I don't know," Kassan said honestly. "It could be tomorrow, or it could be later. Dick is figuring it out."

I still have to find a way to leave. If they don't let me go, then I will hide and wait until the second uncle comes to pick me up.

"I want to sleep." I pretended to yawn, "Can I borrow a bed for a while?"

Kashan stopped, looked at me quietly, and observed my expression, "Really, you don't look very sleepy."

I rubbed my eyes and blocked my expression, "I'm going to sleep in a second."

Cassie weighed repeatedly, barely believing my best performance, "Okay, I'll take you to my bedroom."

Cassian's bed was so soft, she must have been well cared for in this home.I lay on the bed and covered myself with the quilt.

"Do you want me to sleep with you for a while?" Kashan asked.

I immediately closed my eyes, "No, thank you."

Footsteps left me, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door.I waited for a while and sneaked open one eye. There was no one else in the room but me.

I slipped out of bed and found a sewing kit and scissors in the room.

I've never done it this way, but it's always been done on TV.I used scissors to cut the sheets into strips. The quilt was too thick for me to cut, so I had to cut the sheets and twist them into a long rope.

I pushed open the window and looked down, feeling a little appalled.

Kashan's bedroom is on the second floor, and I wouldn't dare to go down any higher.

I wrapped one end of the rope around my waist and the other end around the foot of the bed, and moved carefully to the next step.

I overestimated the difficulty of this matter. My foot slipped on the wall and I fell down.

I almost cried out, but fortunately the rope was strong enough to hang me in the air, my two feet kicked wildly in the air, and finally stepped on the wall.

A pair of blue eyes looked at me. The owner of the eyes was shocked, which could be seen in the trembling of his eyes.

I glared at Bruce angrily, "Shut up if you don't want to be beaten!"

"What are you doing?" Bruce asked.

"None of your business." I stuck out my tongue at him, expressing my disdain, "Leave me alone."

I tugged on the rope and jumped to the ground, putting my feet on solid ground again.

He frowned, "Did you come down from downstairs? It's too dangerous."

I leaned in suddenly through the open window, with most of my body pressed against the window sill.

The distance between us got closer, and I stared seriously into his blue eyes, saying every word, "Do you like apples or peaches?"

Bruce asked, "What?"

I repeated, crawling hard into the room through the window, "I asked if you like apples or peaches."

"I—" While his gaze was away from me, I slapped him on the forehead, pushed him into the cabinet next to him with both hands, closed the lock from the outside, and then jumped out of the window and ran wildly.

It's not what a good girl should do, but Mom says special times can be treated special.

He should forgive me, right?

If you don't forgive, just ask him to forgive you.