The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

"Neil Zuko, the son of Tony Zuko." Dick picked up the plate and said while eating, "According to the gcpd file population file report, Neil Zuko is the only one in the extermination case of the Romani family." survivor."

This case was already 10 years ago, and even the bat computer couldn't collect all the information, not to mention that no one in the Romani family's power in Gotham dared to provoke the report.

"After the murder case, Neil Zuko lived in the Gotham church for a while, but less than half a year later, he escaped on a rainy night. The priest went to the police station to report the case, but it finally disappeared. The disappearance was also registered as die."

Bruce switched the buttons, and a blurry photo popped up on the computer. A boy in overalls was sitting in the open space of the church. No one dared to approach him. Even though the photo was blurry, Dick and Bruce could see the boy's face that was different from ordinary people. department.

"It was the time when Mayor Hill was elected, and the police would definitely not take care of it." Dick said, he put the empty plate on the table beside him, "Even if he survived, why would he choose to do it now? .”

"The environment he lives in now has stimulated him." Bruce said, he quickly operated on the computer with both hands, and soon the bat computer calculated Neil Zuko's current face shape and height by analyzing the photos. Tan Nei was operating the camera, and Zuko's current identity was soon analyzed.

"Neil Johnson, the night guard at Arkham Asylum?" Looking at the intact face on the screen, Bruce frowned.

"What's the matter, do you have an impression?" Dick asked.

"No, on the contrary." Bruce was a little dazed, he didn't even have any impression of the face on the computer, but the man's thin body and hanging eyes were photographed in the surveillance, but he seemed familiar, "His face. ..I've never seen this man in a madhouse."

"It's not surprising, he's only been in the lunatic asylum for less than a week." Dick pointed to the computer screen.

"No." Bruce's intuition told him that something was wrong here.

The way the man stared at him and Robin passing by in the camera made Bruce feel very familiar.

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11 o'clock, the hour of silence.

The dim light flickered slowly above the head, and the nurse at the front desk slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the call of the sleepy god.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with both hands.

The nurse opened her eyes in shock, and saw a man in a white suit push the door in. Before she could say the signature quote, the scream came to her throat first, and she held her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. .

The chair was stepped on by her, and she backed away in a panic.

What kind of face is in front of him.

It was as if Harvey Dent was standing in front of her, no, this face was even more terrifying.His cheeks are full of red muscles that are twisted and twisted together, a large number of protruding white eyeballs, and the corners of his mouth can't stop the saliva that is flowing.

The nurse swallowed the bitterness in her mouth, pulled up the corner of her mouth stiffly, trying to make a sweet arc, and the other side behind her hurriedly pressed the keyboard on the phone, "I...how can I help you...sir?"

Before the silent and terrifying man in front of him could speak.

"What happened?" The door on the opposite side of the triage table was pushed open, and the man in a blue suit was staring at everything in front of him.

"Doctor Hannibal." The nurse called out the name, "here is a..."

The doctor called Hannibal took a step forward and faced the nurse. He thoughtfully said, "I'm sorry to have surprised you and worried you, Miss Huffman, this is my Gotham patient." His hand He gestured his face in the air, showing a slightly helpless smile, "You know Gotham, there are always unexpected things."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the person who came and stretched out his hand in the direction of the office, "Please, Neil...Mr. Johnson."

He walked towards the office, "You came at the right time, Mr. Neil. I have just roasted some excellent lamb chops here. I think it is suitable as a late-night snack for our evening interview."

The gentle and refined voice of the man drove away the fear of the night for the nurse, and she sat back on the chair and fell asleep, before Hypnos came to the world and brought him into a dream.

She thought, Mr. Hannibal is really a gentle man.

Hannibal and Neil walked into the office step by step.

Hannibal walked in front, pulled out the chair and sat down familiarly, took the knife and fork in his hand to cut the food on the plate, when a piece of steak was swallowed by him, the tender meat made him squint his eyes comfortably, picked up the Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Hannibal finally looked directly at the silent man who had entered the room with him.

"Don't know how I can help, Mr. Neil Zuko who came late at night."

"Doctor, doctor. What should I do!" Neil cried, staggering and hugging the doctor's calf, "All my preparations have been ruined, all my efforts, all my grievances, all of this will be in vain ?"

Neil was crying with his head down, not noticing the boredom that flashed across his eyes when the doctor looked at him, countless scenes flashed across his mind, people looked at him with surprised or scared eyes, he escaped from the church Without an ID card, he could only roam the streets, and finally covered his face with a well-made mask. He thought he would finally return to society and find a job, but he overheard that his boss wanted to take him as a scapegoat.

He fled back to Gotham, only to find that the man who killed his parents, Dick Grayson, was still in high society.And he can only work hard to survive in the corner, even earning a salary by working the night shift in Arkham Asylum, where no one dares to go.

He couldn't forget the feeling, everything that should have been him was taken away, and he vowed to take revenge and prove it to his father!But now everything about him is destroyed, his altar!Even his body—he was dying!

"No, Neil, why do you think so, you have to know that you have done your best, and none of this will be your fault." The doctor comforted him, "Even your father will be proud of you .”

He patted Neil on the back, "I know you're in pain, cancer and PTSD have been tormenting you. But why don't you switch your mind, all you're doing now is suppressing the pain in your on the body."

"But what if this sweet fruit is tasted by others? There is one last person, right? Don't worry, Neil, it's just one or two more people. How could God be bored, and how could your father be bored? "

"You are a born fighter just like your name, Neil. God will love you coming."

"Yes, doctor." Neil was extremely excited, and he muttered in a low voice, "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, I will give you back all my pain."

"Oh, that's right." Hannibal stopped Neil who was about to go out, "Remember to clean up the front desk."

The doctor stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless night outside the window and the back of the thin man hunched over with his things on his back, he smiled slightly, and slowly uttered two words.

"idiot."

Burning the photos taken on the desk about the speech, Hannibal lamented that a hunt that had been carefully planned had quietly left.

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"Neil Zucco, maybe Neil Johnson." Julie distributed the file to Corey and me, "The man who was flagged by both the Manhattan office and the Underworld Police Department."

"Oh my god, his face." Corey picked up the document and put it down quickly, turned his face and couldn't bear to look directly, "Typical Romani family method, I finally know why he did this, oh my god, his face."

I asked puzzledly, "Mark? Why?"

There is little commonality between the various offices, and the general death gods will only govern the places under their command.

"Look at the list under the photo." Corey shook his head and said, "How many people has this guy hit? I thought he wouldn't do anything with his size... Now it seems no wonder he will be marked."

"After he stuns the victims, he will peel off their faces. Some victims will die in pain, and some will survive." Julie said angrily, "When he falls into my hands one day, I will Be sure to entertain him well before he is transferred."

"Speaking of which, John and the others haven't come back yet?" Corey said, "It will be dawn if we don't come back."

"They're on their way." I flicked the chat interface on my phone, "I'm busy again, family. They found a female body under the Finger River under the Gotham Bridge. The soul of the body is still there, They're coming back with each other."

"How's the condition of the corpse?" Julie asked. She picked up her mobile phone casually, and sneered after being stunned. "It seems that this person must be in our hands."

"Oh my God." Corey held his forehead and stopped me who was about to go out, "Ann? It's almost dawn! What are you going to do?"

I took the packed things and waved to Corey behind me, "I'll be back in a while."

What else can I do?Of course it was reported to someone.

When the originally pitch-black dream gradually turned on a little bit of light, Jason, whose consciousness gradually became clear, already knew who was coming.

He lay on the bed wrapped in a quilt and didn't move until he confirmed that the bed around him was sunken, and a pair of slightly cold hands were pressed against his face.

"Get up and work." I patted the other person's cheek.

"Don't try to trick me into copying documents for you." Jason tried to pull the quilt over his head and buried himself in the soft quilt. "I want to sleep... You are showing disrespect to the quilt by pulling the quilt."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, my dear quilt." I squeezed my throat.

"...The quilt said he accepted it!" He mumbled, and continued to entangle himself.

"Are you really not going to do it?" I threw myself next to Silkworm Baby, took out the document and whispered it in his ear, "This is exclusive and top-secret information."

I said temptingly, "Didn't you say that you want Dick and Batman to see how powerful you are? I have all the information on Neil Zuko."

Hearing that the other party was silent for a while, the quilt stirred under my gaze for a while, and one hand stretched out the quilt to feel in my direction.

With a chuckle, I tiptoed out of bed with the documents, thinking about his expression of nothing with a smirk.

After a while, a black-haired cat with messy hair poked its head out from under the quilt. His blue eyes were a little dizzy because of the light. He stared at me angrily and still laughed at me, and raised his chin to dictate.

"Don't give it to me yet!"

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感谢在2022-02-1717:38:04~2022-02-1817:44:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of LILI; 5 bottles of Xiaocaibai from the Chinese cabbage family;

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