The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

"The origin of the Wayne family can be traced back to the time of King Arthur. King Arthur gave the Holy Grail to his nephew Sir Gwan, and the descendants of this Sir have formed the current Wayne family after many years. But the villain of his family—Her Dr. Te, a member of Wayne with the same name and surname as mine, was leading a cult/cult organization that worshiped demons at the time, and tried to use sacrifices to release the dark god Barbatos, and was eventually kicked out of the family."

Thomas got up from the chair and looked out of the window of the London office with his hands behind his back, the endless deep sea.

"Usually it is impossible for human beings to live so long." I said, guessing along Thomas's words, "But you mentioned before that the owl court is in Wayne's house, can I guess that this Dr. Hurt also uses those sharp claws? find a way to live in this world for themselves.”

"Or... he is bitter about being expelled from the family, and he may be one of the participants in the court of owls."

"Your guess is very appropriate, my child." Thomas nodded, with a little praise in his tone, and then he changed the subject and began to talk about another person, his grandfather Alan Wayne.

"He was the last minister of the Gotham office. Just like our family rooted in Gotham, they chose to stay in Gotham after they died. Especially him, he has always believed in the existence of the Owl Court. He thought he would Waiting for them in hell, but even so many years after his death, this cunning and cautious organization did not show its feet until our death."

Thomas snorted coldly, "When the most powerful and controlling person in Gotham died, they smelled blood like vultures who had been dormant for many years and even wanted to take action against Bruce, but they must regret not doing so now, my My son is already better than me back then, and Gotham will definitely belong to him."

"Alan picked me up and Martha, and took advantage of the convenience of our duties to make us the gods of death. Following the traces of their unsuccessful attack on Bruce, we searched day and night, and finally found a place deeper underground than the Gotham sewers. I found one of their lairs, and followed the other exit of this lair all the way up to Wayne's trust building."

"A good building just before I died in, and then every trust fund building in Gotham. They all have secret bases."

"So that's why Alan Wayne said that the claws were in the house, Alfred told me, he fell down the stairs in the middle of the night, and all the evidence pointed to his own fall, so that later he He fell into the sewer and died. I always thought his weird words were just nervousness, but in fact he almost found out the truth." Jason said in shock.

"Holy shit! He was silenced."

Once a person is shocked by all kinds of things, he will become numb. Jason took the teacup I handed over, and whispered to me, even if Thomas told him the next moment that he had caught a sharp claw, he would not be so shocked.

Regarding Jason's swearing, Martha, who sat beside me and drank tea with me, stopped her. Thomas just raised his eyebrows and didn't have much reaction to it. Compared with Bruce's disapproving eyes, Thomas seemed more Be a little more forgiving.

Just listen to him continue, "After the three of us discussed, we chose to stay in this secret base. Until a sharp claw pushed in the door, dragging a corpse in his hand, he killed St. Cloud at that time. Heir to the family."

"The three of us worked together to subdue this sharp claw, brought him back to the office and locked him up, and I, I dissected him."

Me: "Pfft!"

Jason: "Pfft!"

This is not tolerance, is it?This is pure hands-on pie!

"Ahem." Jason coughed violently, and asked me if I heard it wrong just now, after getting a negative answer that I also poured tea.He put the teacup on the table with a solemn face, and made a deep apology to himself just now, because he made all the fuss.

"Thomas was a field doctor when he was young." Martha on the side explained, and kindly handed Jason and me a handkerchief for wiping.

I wiped the tea stains on my clothes and felt that the relationship was getting more and more confused, "So what made the claws and humans different, did the court of owls provide them with preservatives? What's the relationship between Dr. Hurt and them .”

"Before I say this, I want to ask you a question. I think Jason may have heard it."

I glanced at Jason suspiciously, he shook his head and spread his hands to me.

Thomas said, "The Pool of Lazarus."

After hearing Thomas's words, Jason had a sudden realization expression on his face, and then turned into a shocked expression. His voice was high-pitched, as if disbelieving and distorted.

"You mean Reshaw's bathing pool? Does Talon have his bath water in his body? This is disgusting!"

The pool of Lazarus and Lei Xiaoogu are new words that I have never heard of. Judging from the two sentences above and below, the immortal body of the sharp claw is probably related to this so-called pool. Xiao Aogu probably also has a long lifespan.Suddenly thought of a word to describe Gotham is not an exaggeration, this city is quite outstanding.I frowned and continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

Unexpectedly, Jason would use bath water to describe Lazarus Pool. Thomas laughed out loud and patted Jason on the shoulder.

"If your words are carefully heard by the head of the devil, his assassins will definitely chase you."

"So what if you hear it? I dare to say it in front of him." Jason took it for granted, "I can't even imagine how many bacteria will grow in a pool that he has washed for 500 years. I don't even need it for me. "

This time even Martha was amused.

"Okay, we have to get back to the topic." Thomas said.

"At first we didn't think that the real identity of the claw was human, and I was not the claw that I dissected at the beginning. After putting him in the cell of the office, I found that his physical condition was getting worse every day. Weakened and we realized that maybe the Court of Owls was using something to keep them under control."

"So I performed an autopsy on him after his death and found a liquid metal called amber gold in his body, and there was a League of Assassins dark place at the very bottom of Gotham's docks that no one had ever found. Pool, at first I thought it was the Lazarus Pool, which is different from the League of Assassins and more pure."

"But that's not the case. The mysterious pool water is superior to the amber gold and Lazarus pool water in terms of efficacy and medicinal properties. The latter two are more like the diluted version of the former. More mysterious and ancient, it is called the Dionysus factor, A liquid metal from another planet."

Thomas opened the drawer and took out something similar to an ID card, and handed it to us.

"And the claw I dissected is named Evelyn Newhouse, Dr. Hurt's most loyal companion." Thomas looked at me with a smile and nodded to me, "So I said your guess is very close, Ann Miss."

"Dr. Hurt is not only a participant but also an organizer. The Owl Court is just a victim for his own purpose. Their ultimate purpose is to summon Barbatos, the God of Darkness, to Earth."

I reached out and took the yellowed identification with the proof of the original owner of the note written in cursive script until I saw a line that said Evelyn Newhouse was born in 1660, Gotham East Side , I couldn't help but widen my eyes, pointing to the line of words.

"What's going on here? The time is obviously not right." I clearly remember that Thomas once said that Dr. Hurt was born in 1765. By the time they met, Ephren would have become a claw, and Hurt How did the doctor manage to get a sharp claw to submit to him, and how did he persuade the owl court that had been established at that time to use it for him, and it has developed to this day!

The Gotham nobles who formed the court, just listened to his reason for wanting revenge on the family that kicked him out, and let a person from a hostile force join and sit at the head.It's not impossible under rough thinking, but if I think about it carefully, no, I deny my own thoughts. If it were me, when the son of the enemy surrenders, I would rather deal with the Wayne family slowly in the future than cut the grass and roots first. Leave any future troubles, let alone those noble old fritters.

While I was still thinking about it, I heard Jason say that he also saw something was wrong, "Dr. They are so obedient."

"I'm still thinking that I shouldn't involve you in this matter." Thomas nodded with a smile, "But I did see you right, and Bruce's vision is fine."

"Martha." He greeted his wife, "Bring them all the things we have investigated."

"Really? Thomas, they are still children." Martha hesitated, "Maybe we can use Aziraphale to ask him to ask God, maybe there is a way."

I was a little dazed when I heard the name of a familiar person. I didn't expect the Wayne couple to know Angel too?But after thinking about it, the angels are based in London, so getting to know each other shouldn't be a big problem.

In the end, Martha didn't turn around Thomas, but took the thing over. It was a map, a map of the waters near Boston.

"Children, you have a new journey." Thomas threw the map in front of our eyes, pointing to an island.

"Boston, Blackwater Island, it is rumored that there is an old ruler sealed there."

Hearing that, Jason and I couldn't help but look at each other. Heishui Island is a familiar place. We gladly accept this adventure, and maybe we can take Zatana and Constantine out of the island.

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In a dark and silent place, after a snap of the fingers, the candle lamps along the wall were instantly lit.

A man in a high-end suit was walking in a deep tunnel, and soon he came to an empty room with an altar, in which several people wearing white masks were kneeling and praying.

After seeing the person coming, several people got up one after another, bowed or raised their skirts to this person.

"Dr. Hurt."

The man who was compared to Dr. Hurt nodded gracefully and said, "You don't have to, my comrades, just call me Thomas."

He asked several people, "I don't know if I can borrow this room. My friend is going to meet me soon."

After several people retreated from the room, another person finally appeared.

"Nyarlathotep." Dr. Hurt called out the other person's name, his face was full of warmth and anger, not disappointing the previous elegance, full of ferocity, "What have you done, you killed the god of death, you What are you thinking! Because of you, I have to postpone the plan!"

The man named Nyarlathotep was the novice god of death named Nia that John and Corey saw in Hell in Egypt. He was still the same as at that time, with a dark-skinned old man on the outside. He has an elaborate goatee on his chin.

"Don't be nervous, my friend." He walked slowly to Hurt's side, "I guarantee that everything is under our control, just like I helped you control the court back then, they are still the same after so many years Handy tool, isn't it?"

"It's just that I'm a little bored to kill those gods of death. It's just a trivial matter." He patted Hutt on the shoulder, "Believe me, friend, with our efforts, Barbatos will definitely be successful Cross the Wall of Origin."

"When the time comes, you will be the new god!"

"You better remember your words, Naia!"

Seeing the back of Dr. Hurt leaving, the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth was pulled back, and he let out a grin.

"idiot."

A short ringtone interrupted him, and Nyarlathotep opened the text message interface.

"Hydra sincerely looks forward to the arrival of you and other gods, and the earth will eventually belong to us - your friend Red Skull John Schmidt."

"That's a fool, too."

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