The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

I took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the bed, and brushed Jason's hair that was frizzy because of his soft sleep. Not surprisingly, I was glared at by the blue-eyed cat again.

Jason got half of his body out of the quilt, wrapped himself in the quilt again, and only exposed his head to look at me, "It will be dawn in less than two hours, what's the matter with you? Can't you come find me tomorrow?"

He touched his face, and didn't dare to tell Anyang that he was so sleepy, because last night he seemed to climb the stairs to return to the manor, but actually hid behind the stone in the dark part of the bat cave, and secretly listened to Bruce and Dick's almost After the conversation at night, he took advantage of Bruce's night patrol and ran back to his room to do his homework. After finishing his homework, he hurried to the kitchen.

After doing this calculation, he got up to work again after only a few hours of sleep, and the quilt wrapped around his body was pulled even tighter by Jason.Whatever the hell they were, Jason just wanted to be one with his pillow and comforter and bed forever.

"Okay." I moved vigorously in the direction of Silkworm Baby with only its head exposed, opened the file bag in my hand and arranged the files inside in front of him one by one.

At the end of the day, I asked Prince Silkworm Baby, "Can you see everything clearly from this angle?"

"It's okay." The prince nodded his chin proudly, and hugged me with his quilt, expressing that I did a good job, and there will be a big reward when he wakes up.

"May I ask what the reward is?" My eyes poked secretly across the whole body of the quilt.

Master An, who is in overtime hell, needs some spiritual comfort so that he can continue to contribute to Gotham's overtime career.

"Well, what?" Jason couldn't help being proud when thinking of his time struggling in the kitchen, "Of course it's the hot dogs and cakes I made myself."

He observed that day that Anyang chose the cheese hot dog the most at the hot dog stand. Although his favorite is the super spicy hot dog filled with yellow mustard and hot sauce, since Anyang likes it, he will inevitably make it once. This time he also tried to innovate Onion hot dogs and fried cheese hot dogs. At that time, he still wanted to eat them. Considering it was too late, he would put them in the refrigerator for a while and make some small cakes for Nina and the others. Jason planned to try hot dogs after he woke up. how is the taste.

Opening the refrigerator, Bruce swallowed it in two mouthfuls of surprise: It doesn't look like Ah Fu's late-night snack style, did Jason make it? (Chewing) Yes, there is also fried cheese, so let’s eat another one.

Dick, who came out to look for food at night, slowly poked his head out from the side of the kitchen door: Are you eating alone?Bat, bat, man!

Jason who opened the refrigerator the next day and was almost swept away: ...I can't stay in this house anymore.

Jason, who didn't know anything at this moment and was still waiting for Anyang to surprise him, got a "Huh?"

"What?" Jason turned his head when he heard the unexpected answer, stared at me sharply, and gritted his teeth, "Are you disappointed?"

"Of course not, I just like to eat." I hurriedly used my power to transform into a quilt, wrapped myself in it like him, and rolled to make the quilts stick tightly.

"It's just..." My eyes were misty, I buried my face in the quilt and twisted, "The old aunt wants to be saved by a superhero."

I'll try to put it mildly. After all, beautiful girls have thin skins.

I didn't expect Jason's skin to be thinner than mine. Within two seconds after hearing what I said, his face turned red for a while, which I didn't expect, but his tone sounded more gnashing of teeth than before.

"Not at all! Work!"

He skipped the subject directly, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt over my head and moved to the file together.

"This dude looks like he just ran out of Raccoon City." As soon as he saw the photo of Neil Zuko on the document, Jason's eyes lit up and his mind cleared up a lot.

"However, I always feel like I've seen this person before." He stared at the photo for a while, rubbed his chin, and came to the same conclusion as Batman. Even if he didn't look at the face, he still felt that this person was very familiar. A feeling of passing each other's eyes in the crowd.

"Maybe it's an illusion..." After hearing Jason's statement, I hesitated. There are always one or two people in the world who are familiar to people. I didn't deny all of Jason's statements, like The vigilantes he and Batman are walking on the front line are always more vigilant than me. In short, being cautious is not a bad thing, "I will continue to pay attention, and I will tell you as soon as I have news."

Looking at Neil Zucco's muscular face, and thinking of the familiar routine that Julie mentioned that he would cut off the victim's face, I frowned, "Painted skin?"

Jason, who is still trying to figure out why this person looks so familiar, imitated me when he heard what I said, "Painting p..painting skin, well, it's a bit difficult. What does this word mean? Did you think of anything?"

"It's a famous story from my hometown that was remade into a movie. It tells the story of a monster who puts on a human skin he painted and disguises himself as a beautiful woman to deceive humans. Julie told me that this person once lived in Manhattan and other places. He would stun his victims and peel off their faces. These victims were both male and female. Although he did not kill most of them, his bad behavior has been noticed by the Underworld Police Department.”

"Even if a human man really wears it...you can tell that he is a man." I looked down at the photo and felt that I was being overwhelmed, but the more I talked about it, the more I felt something was wrong. At this time, the words were quite self-comforting Meaning, I looked at Jason, "Right?"

"..."

Jason didn't reply. I stared at the photo in a daze. He didn't realize it until I couldn't help bumping into him. He threw off the quilt and rushed towards me. On the ground, he didn't care about pulling my quilt at all, he laughed and his eyes were full of excitement.

"Grass, why didn't I think of it, Ann, you are such a genius. I just said that I always thought I had seen him somewhere." He grabbed me who was still struggling under the quilt, took a pen from the bedside, and put it on the bed. Paint and paint on photos.

Looking at the man in the photo with curly hair and blacked-out eye makeup, I was shocked and said, "Gotham's version of women's clothing?!"

"But he is...he is." I was a little incoherent, I attributed this to my excitement as a local dog, and said slowly, "You mean that he will actually inject drugs in order to pretend to be a woman. As long as we can find those drug users, we might be able to find him."

"It's just one direction, Ann." Jason held his pen aside and hugged his chest. "No wonder he looks so familiar. This guy has pretended to be a nurse. I've seen him in Gotham Hospital and Arkham Asylum."

This time, he will be one step ahead of Bruce and the others!

He will prove to them that he is worthy of the title of Robin!

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"Bang bang bang!"

After a knock on the door, Dick pushed the door open.

"5 minutes..." the person on the bed was still grunting.

"I know you're awake, Bruce."

Dick didn't care about someone who seemed to be still asleep on the bed, he lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, and slapped the mobile phone playing the video on the other person's face.

"Don't sleep, something happened!"

Bruce took the phone, and the familiar host was still on the screen.

"Gotham, this is Vickiville, and now I'm behind Finger River." The blond hostess had a serious face and introduced herself to the camera. Behind her was a police officer in blue overalls.

"At noon today, GCPD received a call from a psychiatrist, the most famous doctor in the industry, Hannibal Lecter. According to Dr. Lecter, he left the clinic room at 7 am and came to the front desk, but no assistant was found. , Miss Haffeman, the assistant, was not seen until noon. Out of fear, Dr. Lecter chose to call the police as soon as possible."

"Originally, the police department took 48-72 hours to deal with the disappearance case, but shortly afterwards, another citizen called and said that a faceless woman/body was found in the Finger River. It is reported that the ID and DNA on the clothes were confirmed. The owner of the corpse has been confirmed to be Anna Haffeman."

"It is rumored that the murderer's method is very similar to that of the Manhattan Hell's Kitchen skinning case a few years ago. Is there any evidence to support that the murderer in these cases is the same person?"

"Now let's hear what Director Gordon will say about this matter." The blond female reporter handed the microphone to Gordon beside her.

"We have investigated the surveillance near Dr. Lecter's clinic and contacted the Federal Police, please citizens..."

Bruce didn't continue to listen to the rest of the official words. He pulled the progress bar back and forth, focusing all his eyes on the screenshots in the video.

The ferocious-looking man raised his middle finger provocatively.

He raised his head and looked at Dick beside him, "Neil has moved."

"It seems that we are quite prepared." Dick said, he switched the phone's interface to another page and handed it to Bruce, "If what Vicky said is right, shall we go and catch this ever-changing talent?" After finishing speaking, Dick didn't pay any attention to Bruce, he stood up and walked out the door.

"I got in touch with Clayton, he's working as a bouncer at the bar and I'll be by his side tonight until he gets off work."

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At 8 p.m., in a safe house in Gotham.

"Don't move, bend down." I stood behind Jason and said, I applied all the hairspray on my hand to his hair to style it, I took two steps back, observed and nodded.

"It's much better this way, little man." I praised, feeling that my craft is really good.

"However." I hesitated, looking at Jason who was still wearing a red bow tie in front of the mirror, "Do I need to wear a suit to go to the bar? I think your brown leather jacket looks good."

"I don't want to wear this either. This bar is owned by the Iceberg Restaurant, which is Copper AKA Penguin. This dwarf wants to make money and protect the deal. This bar only allows upper-class people to enter, but the door The guards don't know who is upper class, they usually only tell by suits and dresses."

He turned to look at me, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you look?"

"Looks like the next owner of Iceberg." I straightened his bow tie, snapped my fingers, and my overalls changed into the gorgeous gown I met Dick the other day.

"The secretary next to the boss has to dress up too, right?"

"Change a set. Don't wear this set if it doesn't look good. There are other women's clothes in Bruce's closet, you can choose whatever you want." Jason leaned on the door and looked at me, he said, "When I become an iceberg restaurant one day Your boss must cancel this damn rule."

Looking at the excited back of the female death girl picking up her clothes, Jason muttered instead, "Forget it. Coppert, a short man, sometimes has good suggestions."

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The author has something to say:

Youjie: My rules are rules! ...Forget it, pick and buy at will

Sister Yangzi: There are so many clothes!