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

Investigating these people who want to cause trouble in Gotham will not be able to investigate in a short time, and Gotham is not my home field, and investigating things is not my forte.

For me, professional things are left to professional people. I have the world's number one and second detective at home. Of course I chose to lie flat and be taken away—just kidding.

I'm not good at investigating, but Jason is good at it.

In addition to being good at conducting investigations, Jason is also good at obtaining information from my father, that is, Batman.

He's really good at whoring information, and he seems to be super skilled-I mean the fact that he hacked Tim's computer while I was drinking water.

Just, how should I say it?

Jason: "Heh, Little Red Bird is good at building firewalls."

Tim: "If you dare to hack into my computer, you must be prepared to pay the price."

I was silent for a long time, and the sound of keyboard tapping was surrounded by the left and right channels around my ears.

"I say."

"You two, the distance is less than two meters, do you have to exchange information like this?"

I was sitting on the booth in the coffee shop. Jason was on my left, and a partition board was on my right, which separated the position. Tim was sitting on the right side of the partition board. They obviously sat in the same place.

"Or, is this a new method for the mysterious people of Gotham to exchange secret information?" My head is full of question marks.

At this time, I really want to take the question mark crutch of the Riddler and hit them in front of the two of them, so that they can feel the question that I almost have a substance.

"Okay, you all know what you need to know. The clues are here. I'm leaving. There are classes in the afternoon." Tim closed the computer and took a sip of the remaining coffee in hand.

He took the packaged Americano from the coffee shop clerk, waved to us, and left without looking back.

To be honest, I think exchanging information may not be the main purpose of his coming out today.

It was more like he was looking for an excuse to supplement today's coffee intake, after all, Alfred was very strict about his daily coffee intake.In addition, Gotham has a lot of things to do at night recently, big and small things are piled up, and it is impossible to complete them in an instant. You always have to stay up late to catch up with work, and you always have to drink coffee when you stay up late.

Tim, the humble senior beater is a solid hammer.

"What are you talking about?" Jason asked me quietly, "Are you sympathizing with a billionaire?"

"Ah? What?" I was surprised, "Did I say it? How could this happen!"

"Hmm." He smiled, "You haven't completely cured the stinking problem you talked to yourself."

"Actually, changed it," I said, "this time just because I was so surprised, Tim really looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time."

"Indeed." Jason nodded, "He hasn't fainted for a long time."

"Knock him out next time."

I:? ? ?

He seemed to be saying something terrible that I couldn't understand.

"Hey, let's get down to business." I brought the topic back to the materials.

"How should I put it?" Jason organized his words, "Recently there has been agitation everywhere in Gotham, and some small and medium-sized forces have been active very frequently, which is why the old man and the others are so busy recently."

"The problem is, the reason for this restlessness." He said, "I don't know who attracted these small forces. They are very restless. They are investigating this matter. The time is too short and there is no hard result, but I suspect This has something to do with the cunning rabbit who came to Gotham."

Cunning rabbit, master sophist.

If it was him, it would not be surprising to be able to incite these small forces.

But the problem is that there are many mentally ill criminals who can incite people's hearts in Gotham, and there are also many who hide after escaping from prison. There may be some plan behind this.

"The style of these people's movements this time is not quite like the group of lunatics in Arkham." Jason said, "It's also possible that they have changed, but I prefer Sly Rabbit."

Is there a very obvious style of the cunning rabbit's moving hands?

I don't know, but his most obvious style is to put profit first, anyway, that kind of personality who doesn't like to lose money.

If he is really doing something behind this incident, then his purpose in coming to Gotham is definitely not to kill me alone.

In other words, it is - this person must be doing something big, and even in his imagination, my death is just an insignificant part of it.

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Probably, it's because I think about it every day and dream about it at night. Today, my mind is full of conspiracies, clowns and cunning rabbits. I actually dreamed of him while I was sleeping.

Let me think about it, the last dream I had was still beating the clown violently.

Can I beat the cunning rabbit violently in my dream this time?

Really looking forward to it.

With such anticipation in mind, I happily continued to dream.

It's a very strange perspective.

I feel like I'm floating on water.

My body couldn't move freely, so I just floated along with the current.

I should be on a river or some kind of sea. At this time, I have a very weird guess.

——In this dream, it may be a dead body that has been soaked and thrown into the sea.

It's a gut feeling, like something's whispering in my ear, that "I don't know how I know it, but I just know it" feeling.

Now, as a corpse, I am moving with the current of the sea.

I don't know how long I floated, but I felt the change of the surrounding environment, land appeared, I floated from the sea to the river, the two banks became narrower and narrower, and then I hit a reef.

...Ah no, not a reef.

It was a ship, a yacht, a yacht on a river.

I was a little surprised.

Can a yacht be sailed in this small river?

But then I remembered again, I was dreaming.

Since it was a dream, it wouldn't be surprising if anything appeared.

I convinced myself so.

Then I saw the man on the yacht drop a hook with no bait on it.

This fishhook, with such a flick, hit me and hung me up.

Good guy, good guy, this is fucking corpse hunting!

The people on the yacht felt something was hooked and pulled hard on the fishing line, just like that pulled me out of the water.

Fortunately, this is not a real person, otherwise in the real world, this f*cking scare to death?

I seriously ached for this guy who was fishing in a yacht on the river until I saw what he looked like.

——A cunning rabbit wearing beach shorts, a flowered shirt, and sunglasses lying on a deck chair and fishing.

I made eye contact with this cunning rabbit in a strange state, but he wasn't frightened by me.

He just silently unhooked me and put me next to his fish.

I heard him talking to himself.

He said: "Damn it, if I dream of catching a fish, I can also dream of the dead body of this idiot black snake. Am I going crazy because I want to kill her?"

Okay, the character in my dream dreamed that he was dreaming of me.

Then I saw him asking himself in a trance: "Didn't I just kill this idiot and sink it into Gotham Bay? Why is it floating under my yacht now? This Gotham Bay can also make corpses teleport ?"

The case has been solved, the me in my dream was actually killed by that idiot, Jiutu.

It actually sank into the sea?

Then in the trance dream, Qiaotu dropped the fishing rod in his hand and picked it up. Now I, who was a corpse, shook twice, and shook two fish from me in a very animation effect—or shrimp and fish. Crab, anyway, I can't see it from this angle, I only rely on hearing to guess what caused the movement.

I have been dead for a long time in the dream, and my body is already stiff, not to mention that a corpse can't move around by itself.

Unless I mutate into that kind of zombie in my dream, the kind of zombie in Plants vs. Zombies or something.

After the cunning rabbit in the dream shook off the mess on my body, he leaned me on the deck of the ship, and then the two brothers embraced me as a corpse, and I felt a chill in my heart.

"The death of you in the dream is really appropriate." Qiaotu said, "It is very in line with my plan, you are walking according to my plan perfectly, and the timing of your death is just right."

"I hope you in the real world can die obediently like this, so that I can enjoy the retirement life in my dream." Qiaotu said.

strangeness.

Really weird.

What is he saying?

As an immobile corpse, I was held rigidly by my nemesis.

Thank you, I have been humiliated.

Why in my own dream, even if I can't control my dream, I still have to be hugged by such an idiot like a good brother and listen to him talk about his plan to kill me! ! !

He is really perverted, is such a perverted idiot something I can dream of in my dreams?

I feel strange.

This idiot has already talked about how his brother died, how he found out my identity, and how he planned my death.

Just like Tang Seng chanting a mantra, if I can speak, I just want to shout "Master, stop chanting".

Seriously, why didn't I realize that this idiot is a talker before.

"After you die, I will be able to completely take over her power in the organization from my brother's lover. At that time, no one will be able to stop me from squandering the money in the organization." Imagine the future.

"At that time, you will be sunk in Gotham Bay to rot and stink, and I will leisurely take the beautiful women to go fishing on the sea, and you will be eaten by fish in the water, leaving only skeletons, and I will swim around with my hands World, your skeleton is falling apart, and I am here to spend money wantonly."

I rolled my eyeballs that suddenly moved, and caught a glimpse of the wanton and unrestrained expression on this idiot's face.

What a beautiful wish, I smiled inwardly, it would have been better if my death hadn’t been taken as a premise.

I felt his persistence in killing me in the dream, and I began to wonder if this was my dream.

——How can anyone dream that his deadly enemy is imagining the future after his death?

Isn't this really some weird nightmare?

I was lost in thought, and then moved my eyeballs again.

Jitu, who was obsessed with imagining his future, noticed my movements this time, and he suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, this idiot let go of his arm around my shoulder, stood up, and walked a few steps with his hands and feet.

After getting away from me, he ran in an instant.

Shouting while running: "The corpse is cheating!!! Damn it! Don't, don't, don't come here!!! Goblins, goblins, go away!!!"

Huh?This idiot is afraid of ghosts?

I felt that I could move, so I gave a malicious smile.

I controlled my limbs and stood up stiffly.