[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

The big chandelier in the center of the banquet hall was shot down by someone who broke in. The loud noise I heard just now was the sound of the chandelier falling to the ground.

There are some decorative small wall lamps on the walls around the hall. Now that the main light source is destroyed, they are responsible for the lighting of the hall.

When the chandelier fell, someone couldn't dodge it and was hit. I don't know where it hit, and blood flowed all over the floor.

There were screams one after another. I didn't know where the person who put down the chandelier was. Some people hid in the corner, and some wanted to run outside.

I saw the person who was hit by the misfortune be pulled out from under the chandelier by the male companion who came with her.Although it is said that injured people should not move easily, it is obvious that in the scene of the attack in Gotham, it may be more dangerous for injured people to stay where they are.

The people who had just run out were pointed at guns and forced back from the outside. They escaped the guns and hid in the corner.

I suddenly found that my dad was bent over and was about to go outside.

"Where are you going, Dad?" In a slightly noisy environment, I lowered my voice and stopped him.

"I'm going to the bathroom." My dad slipped away under the cover of the commotion without looking back.

... For a while, I couldn't figure out whether my dad was cowardly or brave.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening." The visitor stood in the middle of the line, surrounded by two rows of bodyguards. He was wearing a suit and leaning on a cane. His terrifying face made it easy to identify him.

——Gotham boss Black Mask.

The bodyguard opened the way for him, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked step by step to the stage in the hall.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to settle some personal grievances." The black mask seemed to have a smile on his face, and he scanned the people attending the banquet below.

"Excuse me, where is Mr. White, the host of the banquet?" The gun in his hand pointed at a person casually.

The man pointed at the gun by the black mask looks around in horror.

"I... I don't know." He muttered to himself, and then frantically begged the black mask to let him go.

In the quiet hall, everyone heard his voice.

Unmoved, Black Mask pulled the trigger.

Amidst the man's screams, a small flag was shot from the muzzle of the gun, with a green clown smiling face painted on the red flag, and some colorful ribbons floating out profusely.

The black mask looked at the smiling face of the clown, the muscles on his face twitched, and he dropped the fake gun.

"fuckjoker!" He looked at the small flag with a clown's smiling face painted on the ground, and stepped on it angrily.

"Who put the clown's damn things in my arsenal!!!" He drew a gun from a bodyguard and pointed at the assistant who had been following him.

I saw the assistant take a step back in fear, and answered him in a trembling voice: "Yes, the people below made a mistake."

"Trash." Black Mask scolded the assistant, and was about to pull the trigger.

I touched the table knife on the table and threw it towards the black mask's hand holding the gun.

When the table knife flew in front of the black mask, I realized that I hadn't thrown it correctly this time, and the table knife had shifted a lot downward.

When the table knife was about to hit the black mask, the few lights in the banquet hall were all dimmed, and the entire hall was completely plunged into darkness.

There was a scream, and I heard the sound of the black mask's painful rage, and some fighting sounds hidden under the roar of the black mask.

Someone must have cut off the electric switch in this hall, the heating in the hall stopped, and the whistling cold wind blew in from the door that was opened when the black mask came in. My exposed skin was covered with goosebumps, and my body temperature quickly lost .

The fire protection measures in this banquet hall are obviously not in place.

Under normal circumstances, the emergency lights inside the building will come on at the moment of power outage.

But in this entire hall, the only thing that was still lit was the sign of the escape route with a faint green light.

"It's Batman!" Suddenly, I heard someone shout.

A light came on, and the position of Batman who had knocked out a bodyguard with two punches was revealed by the light. The black mask roared and entangled Batman whose position had been exposed.

The people at the banquet wanted to go out in troubled waters. I squatted on the spot and thought for a second whether I should go to my dad or help Batman.

Wish my dad stayed in the toilet longer.

I stood up and found a folding stool from the corner that was incompatible with the magnificent banquet hall. It might be a hotel waiter usually used to rest, and it was hidden behind the curtain.

I picked it up and tried the handle with the stool legs.

Sorry, this unknown stool owner, I will try my best to make sure that the other head is broken instead of your stool.

I silently recited the justifiable self-defense clause in the criminal law, and with the folding stool, I knocked out the bodyguard who was lighting up the black mask.

"Since you work for Black Mask, it must be good for Black Mask if you illuminate Batman. It's not wrong to faint." I picked up the phone in his hand and turned off the flashlight function.

The way Black Mask and Batman were fighting to the flesh, it seemed that I couldn't intervene, and the persimmon had to be picked softly, and I met the bodyguards with a large number of people.

This folding stool is very good for shooting people. The wooden stool surface can occasionally reflect a little charming luster when it passes through the air. The right weight can make the bodyguards who are intimately touched by the stool surface sleep happily, basically without repairing Second, the only downside is that it is a bit laborious.

The wooden folding stool is too heavy! ! !

The people in the banquet hall almost ran away after the sound of fighting came. Batman released a lot of bodyguards by himself, but there were not many people left, and it seemed that no one outside came to the rescue.

I took care of the few remaining bodyguards, and Batman also ended the battle with Black Mask simultaneously.

He tied up the black mask, I breathed a sigh of relief, opened the folding stool in my hand and sat down.

It is not a good choice to step on the sky and beat people.

I rubbed my ankle.

Batman checked the fallen people around him, made sure they were all passed out, and walked over to me.

"I'm doing this in self-defense, and I'm not breaking the law." I felt a little guilty after knocking someone down, "According to the provisions of Article No. If the act of stopping the unlawful infringement is taken to prevent the unlawful infringement in progress and causes damage to the unlawful infringer, it is a legitimate defense and shall not bear criminal responsibility.”

Batman didn't respond to my words.

"You should go out with the others," Batman said.

"It's not good for you to fight alone..." I straightened the hair that fell down because of the action just now, and smiled at him, "Besides, my dad is still in the bathroom."

oh!Almost forgot about my dad.

Batman heard what I said and gave me a look.

There was a siren outside, and I looked back, then turned around, and the one the size of Batman was gone.

The black mask was tied up and thrown on the ground, not sure if he fainted or not.

I got my handbag, took out a tissue from it, wiped the folding stool that I had used as a weapon, and put it back where it belonged.

After the stool was put away, I turned around and saw my dad coming out from the direction of the bathroom.

My dear dad, left me alone to go to the bathroom when it was dangerous.

It sounds a bit like a scumbag who abandoned his wife and daughter, but he did.

To be honest, I don't think my dad is quite like that.

I stare at my dad.

The suit on his body was a bit messy, with a lot of folds, his hairstyle was messed up, and his breathing was a bit short of breath. It didn't look like someone who just went to the bathroom.

If he explained it, I would believe it.

I think.

Maybe my dad noticed the way I looked at him. He took a breath and said to me: "I just noticed that the signal in the hall is blocked, and I can't make messages or calls. I went to find a place Contacted the bat."

...Alright, I'll believe what you say.

I took my dad's word for it and gave up on getting to the bottom of it.

To be honest, my current thoughts are a bit like that love brain.

But who told him to be my father? If you have something to hide from me, let me hide it. No matter what, it can't be that he just transformed into Batman to fight criminals.

...?

I instantly cleared the terrifying thoughts in my mind, and nodded without hesitation when the policeman who came in to arrest me asked me if I was frightened.

The birthday party did not go smoothly in the end. When the chandelier fell down, it hit many people, and when it fell to the ground, the flying fragments also cut many people.

Ambulances from Gotham Hospital stopped outside to bandage the injured, and Mr. White, who hosted the banquet, was apologizing.

His wife and daughter were by his side dealing with the aftermath of the banquet, and some people tapped on their side, wanting to find out how their family got into trouble with Black Mask.

Mr. White shook his head, expressing his ignorance with a bitter expression, and apologized to the guest repeatedly.

I really don't know how much he said, and how many letters he listened to. Anyway, it's over now, but looking at Black Mask's performance today, I always feel that he won't give up so easily.

It is written in "Gotham Travel Handbook" that the man in black mask is violent, irritable and cruel, and he loves to hold grudges, and he has a lot of blood and debts on his hands.

It must not be a trivial matter for him to come out to arrest people so openly.

My dad also realized that when he said goodbye to Mr. White, he reminded him a few words, and Mr. White obviously listened to it. He said that he would leave Gotham for a while to avoid the limelight, and come back when things are almost over.

"I can only hope that the black mask will be locked up for a while longer this time," said Mr. White, touching his daughter's hair and sighing.

Hope.