The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

As Anyang's figure slowly disappeared before Jason's eyes, the dream world controlled by her also gradually collapsed. In the darkness, a faint light shone on the bed through the cracks in the curtains, and Jason slowly opened his eyes and experienced a lot. After a struggle between Qi and Qi, Jason finally yawned and sat up in bed before Ah Fu knocked on the door.

Feeling like he forgot something, scratching his hair and standing in front of the sink, pouring cold water on his face, looking at himself in the mirror, Jason remembered the topic that Anyang had interrupted.

Did she only know that he was Robin after she possessed her, or did she know everything about him!Forgot to ask.Hiss, damn clown, Jason's powdered hand, which had been paying no attention, pressed straight to the bruise on his neck.

Gritting his teeth, he covered all the wounds on his neck, adjusted the collar of his school uniform, and when he opened the door, the loyal old butler was already waiting outside.

"Good morning, Master Jason, I hope you had a good dream last night." Afu said, he walked along the corridor to the living room, "Should we still bring breakfast to school as before?"

"Good morning, Ah Fu." Jason replied with a smile, "No, I'll leave after eating at home today."

Hearing this, Ah Fu raised his eyebrows and looked at Jason, whose face was clearly full of joy, and couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that someone really had a good dream last night."

"Hmm, looks like it." Jason followed Ah Fu into the restaurant, but he didn't expect that there was a person at the table who was absolutely invisible at this time.

"Bruce?" Jason was surprised. He subconsciously looked at the watch in his hand and then at the blue sky outside the window, muttering, "The time should be right."

Bruce: Helplessly put down the newspaper covering his face.

"Do I look like someone who gets up late every day?"

After receiving the breakfast offered by Ah Fu, Jason said sincerely, "Like."

"Master Bruce didn't get up early, but he just worried me, an old man, all night." Afu said lightly, bent down and handed Bruce a cup of coffee.

"Ahem." Jason took a mouthful of milk stuck in his throat, and looked at Bruce in disbelief, "Didn't sleep all night?"

Swallowing the milk in his throat, Jason asked quickly, "What happened to the night patrol last night?"

This is probably the only thing that can keep Batman up at night.

"" Bruce didn't expect Jason to ask what happened to the night patrol first. He thought Jason sarcastically said to him, look, this is what will happen if you don't take my night patrol, and then he smiled smugly at him, Ask him if he can go on night patrol tonight.After all, he was banned from the night patrol last night because he was too aggressive during the night patrol the night before, and the two had another quarrel over it.

"What are you looking at me for?" Jason picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth and asked puzzledly. He got up and planned to leave to catch up on sleep in the car. He has a very full schedule today, and he may have to help Anyang with the documents when he sleeps at night. Damn it , he almost became a social animal with Anyang's work, so how can there be so many things in Gotham in one day!

I put my hands together as a social animal in the office: Let’s talk about the crime rate in Gotham City, it’s strange if the office doesn’t come to the office for a day!

"If you don't want to talk about it, wait for me to come back. I don't want to miss the Bronte Three Sisters' literature lecture this morning." Before Bruce could respond, Jason continued, "Ah Fu, don't bother you to pick me up today. I'm going to attend a lecture at the Gotham Library with Nina and Tim in the afternoon." Jason was a little excited when he said this.

"They actually invited Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

"That's really a good thing, Master Jason, I wish you a happy time with Miss Eisenhart and Mr. Drake." Afu was happy for Jason's relationship, and he handed over his schoolbag thoughtfully, "Lyco Dr. Te is the most famous psychologist in the United States today, and his lectures are really not to be missed."

"Shall I pick you up at night? Or will you be with your mates and maybe I can book you a restaurant?"

Jason took the schoolbag and thanked him, "No need for Fu, Tim will be picked up by Drake the butler. Nina and I will wait for Dorothy and Pietro to pick us up, and then just find a fast food restaurant." Then send a text message to Anyang to ask her to come together. As for this sentence, Jason will not say it.

Bruce neglected by housekeeper and foster son:

"So when are you going to speak, Bruce?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow as he stepped on his shoulder bag.

Bruce took out an envelope and pushed it in Jason's direction, "This is what James gave me last night, and someone named it to Robin."

"Director Gordon, return it to Robin? Let me see who gave it to me." Jason picked up the envelope, his face gradually became stiff, and slowly read the big red words on the envelope, "To Robin —Son of the Circus."

He turned the back of the letter, "From hell your most loyal viewer Tony Zucco."

"This is not for me." Jason's eyes widened, his voice was dry, "Is this a threatening letter for Dick Grayson?"

"It's not a threat anymore, Jason." Bruce said with a sullen face. "Five people died in Gotham last night. Three men and two women. Their bodies were placed on the hexagram circle painted with blood."

"I've informed Dick to be back, and all you have to do is give him this letter."

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"Summoning the devil six-pointed star circle has gathered 5 people, and one person is missing?" I repeated with Corey's case report, facing John, "The murderer's next target must be this person, about the murderer and the next victim Or do you have an idea?"

"Clayton Williams, my old buddy," John said, rubbing his temples in thought, "I don't know, Tony Zucco died long ago, he died shortly after he was sent to prison. At that time It was Minister Thomas who went to pick him up. He was afraid that my emotions would be very agitated, so I have never seen Tony before he was sent to the lower hell. And the method of committing the crime this time seems to me more like the Maroni family. Style." Thinking of this, John's head hurt even more, and he suspected that the murderer would not only attack Clayton, but also his son Dick.

I took out the photo of the scene, and was shocked by the tragic image on the photo. I was speechless for a moment, "It can be seen that the murderer likes sulfuric acid very much." None of the faces of the five people were left intact, and the face of the worst Almost turned into bones.

"The thing that puzzles me the most is the six-pointed star array. Has it become popular in Gotham recently?" Corey continued, holding a teacup for me and John, "Here, the drinks you two ordered are black tea and coffee."

"Thank you!" I took the black tea, ignored the eyes of the two people looking at me, and let out a mouthful of the overflowing aroma, cool, who cares about them, anyway, it's Stark's sponsorship and I have plenty.

"First vampires and then demons." Corey spread his hands, "I don't know what's next?"

"I have to write a report, right? It involves demons." Thinking of this gave me a headache, and a red-haired man suddenly flashed in my mind, a real demon who told me the honesty of Gotham people. I asked, "You guys? Know one of Crowley's demons? Maybe he'll have a clue." After all, there is a specialization in art.

John shook his head to express his confusion, but Corey, a well-known diplomat in the Gotham office, nodded thoughtfully, "It seems familiar, is he red-haired? Wait for me to find some information." After finishing speaking, he hurried leave.

Leaving me and John looking at each other, we still have to write reports when looking for information, social animals are never out of date!But the most important thing now is to find the murderer and stop the murder.

I patted John on the shoulder to reassure him that everything will be fine, trusting that I will protect the last person.

"Clayton's guy is almost 300 pounds, it's not sure which of you two will protect the other." John laughed, the smile paused on his face for a while, and he shook his head, "Anyway, thank you, Ann. "

He looked at the friends who were locked in the cell. Mary was comforting them at this time. There are very few people in the world who accept death calmly, let alone such a tortured death that is almost tragic.

"Who is that blond hair, a psychiatrist?" I asked in confusion. There are also doctors in my hometown who can enlighten souls who cannot accept their own death at any time. It is written in the brochure of the Gotham office, but I Never seen it.

"Did you say Catherine?" John said, "She is also an employee of the Gotham office. In the past two years, she has switched to psychology. You didn't see her before because she went to study. Seeing her hurried appearance, she must have been caught by Mary. Call it back."

Speaking of this, John changed his style of painting, and he was obviously a handsome uncle when he was released, which made me feel an indescribable feeling. Simply putting a mole on his face is the greasy smile of the European and American version of a matchmaker.

I was so frightened by him that I took two steps back, but I still couldn't escape his clutches.

"What are you doing!" I shrugged.

"Xiao An, do you want a boyfriend or not." John tightly hooked my neck, "As long as you open your mouth, I will send it to you later!"

Help!don't want!

Stop playing tricks!If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be fishing for jokes in the office!

Uuh, Robin, save me!Jason save me!

Just had an unpleasant meeting with Dick Grayson, Jason who was queuing at the Gotham library at this time: Ahhh!Who is talking about me!And you!Eisenhart, what are you hiding!

Nina who quickly dodged and elegantly took out the perfume: You don't understand beauty!

Tim taking photos like crazy: what happened?

"Don't say anything!" John slapped me on the back, "Call Mary and Old Joe (the circus victims) and we will go there in a while, so you can meet my beautiful son."

"Dick Grayson."

etc!what name!

My ears that slid past at level four or six at low altitude shouldn't lie to me!

"Dick!" John smiled kindly. "I can feel he's in Gotham. Maybe he's in his apartment."

My pupils burst open, my family!

This name, this root, ah, no, can this person pass the trial!

Dick, taking a nap in a safehouse apartment: I have a bad feeling!