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

The current situation is that the clown is huddled in a corner, and I am in the farthest corner from him. My dad and I are separated by a solid light curtain.

The strange gas in the shattered glass bottle floated in the air and merged with the air. I am now at a loss as to what happened in this basement.

"How do you feel now?" my dad asked me.

For the unknown gas that the clown took out, his vigilance was full.

I felt the various parts of my body, and said cautiously: "I don't feel anything, but my mind is quite energetic."

It is true that my mind is very energetic. I was still sleepy just now, but I suddenly became energetic. Now I suspect that this thing is some kind of strange stimulant.

My father pursed his lips and thought, and I took a knife and knocked on the light curtain that separated us.

This light curtain looks like some kind of energy wall, or some kind of magic protective cover, but I don't know much about magic. I saw the magic dust cover used by the magic researcher in the special case office before, which is quite similar to this.

I don't know if this thing is a scientific method or a magical method, but it is quite hard anyway.

I tried to slash at the light curtain with the harder material of the two knives. The friction between the blade and the light curtain made a dull sound. The light curtain didn't seem to be hurt, but my tiger's mouth was shaken by the reaction force. Numb.

I held Chao Chao in the other hand, shook my numb right hand, and gained a new understanding of the hardness of this light curtain.

"Dad, have you seen this thing?" I took a breath, felt my more awake brain, and inserted Chao Chao back into the scabbard.

There are a few holes in the wall behind me, not sure if it's an air hole or something.

My sober mind reminded me that I had a roll of duct tape in the pocket of this coat, and I dug it out, and taped the holes to seal all the holes while my dad was thinking.

The confession is that kind of black electrical tape, which is quite sticky, and I still have a roll of waterproof tape in my pocket.

These two rolls of tape have been in my pocket for days and I just remembered today.

They were the ones I used to fix the plumbing at the time.

The water pipe was severed by Damian's knife, but I threw the knife out.

The poor water pipe suffered an indiscriminate disaster in this way and was forced to cut it clean.

Alfred was using the hose to water the trees, and after the hose was cut, water began to spray from the break.

Under the impact of the water, the water pipe twisted like an untamed wild python, and "Python Plague: Hose Raid" was staged in the garden, and Damian and I were doused in water, and we were wet. .

Alfred came back to check why the water pipes were not flowing, and was also drenched in the "torrential rain".

This is exactly the only pipe left in the house.

In order to make amends, I found electrical tape and waterproof tape to perform a repair operation on the poor innocent water pipe.

The result of the operation was very good, and the hose was once again able to be a good helper for Alfred in watering the trees. Damian and I were driven out of the garden by Alfred.

After repairing the water pipes, I have been able to use the tape very skillfully, and these small holes were sealed by me in twos and threes.

When my dad raised his head to look at me again, I had even covered the surveillance camera.

Electrical tape, really easy to use.

I gave it a thumbs up.

"...What are you doing?" My dad may have been surprised by me, his voice was full of hesitation, "Are you feeling okay now?"

"Very good!" I said.

I feel like I'm alive and well now.

Capable of killing ten clowns with one punch!

I observed the small holes that I sealed, and some of them blew the tape out of a small bulge—these should be inputting gas into the basement, and some were sucking in—these were suction.

I don't know if it is a complete air circulation system, but there is an exhaust fan on the ceiling above my head. I haven't figured out the purpose of these small holes for the time being.

"Louise," my dad called me, "you're affected by that gas."

Um?Have it?

I think.

It's not a good experience to be too clear-headed, especially now that I have a buff that reduces intelligence.

My dad was right, I was definitely influenced.

But I actually feel that there is nothing wrong with it.

"Louise, you're laughing," I heard my dad say.

Yes, I am laughing.

I touched the corner of my raised mouth, feeling a little happy for some reason.

"smile, laughoutloud, laughboisterously." I said.

Smile, laugh, laugh wildly.

There is nothing wrong with laughing, a smile can express happiness, I thought so, but I picked up the Chao Chao that I had just leaned on the light curtain in my hand.

I've never been so happy and sober.

No, you can't use Chao Chao, you have to use Mu Mu.

I changed the knife.

I threw Chao Chao on the ground casually, and Mu Mu was held in my hand.

I held Twilight up to my eyes and slowly drew Twilight away.

The blade is painted black and does not reflect light, nor does it reflect my face.

But looking at the perfectly cut red gemstones on the gauntlets, if you really look at them, each side allows me to see myself clearly.

This is myself with a smile on my face, like a horrible murderer.

I carried the knife and walked step by step towards the corner where the clown was.

I heard someone calling my name, but I didn't pay attention.

At this moment, the clown with green hair on his head like me is my target.

I don't play Twilight much, so Twilight feels a lot worse to me - compared to Chao.

The material used for Mu Mu's blade is different from that of Chao Chao's, which also leads to a difference in the weight of the two knives. Chao Chao is very heavy, while Mu Mu is very light.

I weighed Twilight in my hand, and put the knife across the neck of the clown in front of me.

The clown didn't laugh or speak, but looked at me with a terrified expression.

It's not like a clown, it's more like the former leader of the moron group who died at my hands.

"Are you scared?" I asked him softly.

My hand holding the knife was firmly nailed in mid-air, and the knife was very firmly pressed against the clown's neck.

He didn't speak, he was stepping back, he was afraid.

"Are you scared too?" I asked him again.

Then, I saw his mouth open and close.

But strangely I didn't hear any sound.

"Are you talking?" I asked him.

The "clown" in front of him had tears and snot running down his nose, and the inferior oil paint on his face was blurred by the tears, mixing it into a very dirty color.

At this moment, the very conscious half of my mind is telling me: he's not a clown.

But my other half can feel happy thoughts telling me: he's the clown.

Happy is telling me: "He is the clown, look at the oil paint on his face, the big red lips, and the ugly green hair, he looks exactly like the clown, he is the clown."

Reason said to me again: "He's not a clown, clowns don't get scared, clowns are crazy, clowns don't shed tears. Only normal people shed tears, clowns don't."

Happy said again: "What does it matter? If you kill him, he is a clown. If you kill him, your family will never be hurt by his two-choice game. They will thank you and you will be happy. Just like now."

Reason did not make a sound, as if convinced by happiness.

I stared at "Joker" and he was crying.

The "clown" stared at me, and I was laughing.

At this time, I don't know whether I am more like a clown or this "clown" is more like a clown.

it's so funny.

I thought so, so I also laughed out loud.

"Eliza!"

In my laughter, I heard another voice.

It's my dad calling me, I know.

My knife was still on the neck of the "clown" in front of me, and Twilight's handle felt cold. The voice was looking for my dad.

My dad was right, I was indeed affected by the potion dropped by this "clown".

I flipped Twilight in my hand towards the light curtain, Twilight inserted straight into the light curtain, and the light curtain slowly shattered.

The "clown" in front of me breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes and passed out - as if he was fainted by me.

My dad came over—maybe running is more appropriate, anyway, he came to me in two steps, held my wrist tightly with his hand, and led me away from this person.

All my attention was on that fake clown just now, my dad called me and I didn't notice at all, until the Twilight I was holding in my hand started to get cold, I kept clamoring to kill this fake clown in front of me The thought slowly weakened, and I heard my father's voice.

——I actually laughed so fucking weirdly just now! ! !

Still feel like a clown! ! !

Damn clown, it'd suck if it was like that.

It's really outrageous! ! !

How could it be so outrageous! ! !

My dad picked up Twilight who shattered the light curtain.

Twilight, my sweetie, I almost got something bad on it!

I can't figure out how it could be so outrageous.

"That gas should be laughing gas." My dad said.

He didn't seem too sure I was sober, but seeing my reaction to what he said, he went on to introduce me to laughing gas.

Under his popular science, I realized how bad I was just now, and how much I looked like a murderous maniac.

The fake clown who rolled his eyes and passed out didn't know why the laughing gas didn't work on him. My dad guessed that he used the antidote in advance or something else made him immune to the effect of the laughing gas on him. He was in the same space and breathed the same gas, and I was disturbed by the laughing gas on my mind and body, and it was only me.

I listened to my dad's explanation and was pulled away by him without any resistance.

But I struggled a bit as he pulled out some rope he had found somewhere and tried to tie me up.

"Dad! Dad! I'm awake! Don't tie me up!!!" I tried to dissuade him from tying me up.

I did inhale laughing gas, but I'm sober now!And I didn't kill anyone, okay?

"No, the effects of laughing gas don't go away so quickly, not only your mind, but also your muscles." My dad said, "Don't you feel it? Your muscle spasms are quite large."

I didn't feel it, but I see it now.

It's an uncontrollable feeling.

"Okay, let's tie it up." I said, "It won't be good if I go crazy and chop people up again later."

Of course, except if it was a real clown.

I added in my heart.

My dad took out the communicator, and he was talking to someone.

I don't know if the person opposite is Tim or Alfred.

He just told me that Dick is coming with Damian now, that Tim has hacked into the network of this place and took control of this place, and told me that there are many high-tech weapons hidden behind the walls of this basement, press a button Can blow me into ashes.

But it was Jason who came faster.

He took people to break through the basement.

outrageous.