[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

Among the lords of hell, Anger is the one who likes the world the most, because he loves books, music, movies, and all forms of artistic expression. Although most human beings are weak, stupid, and ignorant, since they were born and Masters who can produce shocking works of art are still being born in a steady stream, and the anger feels that it is necessary for human beings to continue to exist.

Only the ultimate ugliness can set off the ultimate beauty, the sin of the fool makes the virtue of the saint even more flawless, every war of life is accompanied by countless bright works rising in the starry sky of art, only the purest evil Only then can the most beautiful flower of evil grow.

In short, in human terms, anger is a literary youth.

He carries Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence" with him, and he has collected six top-notch violins in his residence in Paris. He can write poems, draw pictures, and do excerpts from readings. , he goes to the book club held by his human buddy every week, and if it weren't for that vulgar salesman, he would still be in Vienna Golden.Enjoy the symphony in the hall.

That vulgar salesman who only knows how to chase desires and has no understanding of beauty, one of the seven lords of hell, the lord of gluttony.

It's a pity that times are changing, and the once-common profession of salesman has gradually become a reverberation of the last century. It seems that there is no soil for the growth of literary and artistic youth in the world now, so in the past ten years, anger has gradually become melancholy, and also Gradually, he was very reluctant to leave his familiar social circle. If it wasn't for the permanent residence permit in the world of the undead in Gluttony's hands, he would rather lie in bed and listen to Mozart sigh than travel all the way from Paris to Gotham.

Other colleagues like to go to Gotham very much. After all, this place is a chaotic vortex of money and desire, and every inch of the air is filled with the evil atmosphere that the devil likes.But anger claims to be not that kind of vulgar devil. As the lord of anger, he always has a persistence and nobility that belongs to hell in his heart. He especially despises those demons who destroy beauty and life, and naturally despises chaos and disorder. Gotham, so he hasn't been to the city once since he took the lord's throne, and all his knowledge comes from... books.

The existence of this city has provided a real and grotesque sample for many writings, and in the heart of the angry lord, this is what Gotham is all about.

Walking out of Gotham Airport, the black-haired youth stuck his hand in.Putting it into the pocket of the windbreaker, rubbing the cover of the pocket book with his fingers, he stood outside Gotham Airport, looking at the road with melancholy eyes, as if he was looking at the pedestrians, but he seemed to be looking through them, looking at the dark silhouette of the city in the distance.

He stands alone in the crowd, out of tune with the hurried passengers around him, and is as conspicuous as a bright light in the dark in the eyes of those who care.

Soon a taxi stopped in front of him, and the gum-chewing driver poked his head out of the window: "Sir, welcome to Gotham! Do you want a ride?"

For the devil, all experiences in the world are novel experiences, and after arriving in a new city, although he didn't have much expectation for Gotham, Angry still decided to experience it for himself and witness this evil city with his own eyes. The unique atmosphere of the city.

Therefore, even though he booked a business suite at the Imperial Hotel in advance, Angry did not call a special car to pick him up from the airport, but opened the door of the taxi in front of him, and let himself have a good time with the expensive and exquisite windbreaker fabric and the cheap seat leather. Close contact, breathing the stale air in the car mixed with the smell of air freshener and bad cigarettes: "Thank you, go to the Imperial Hotel."

The driver responded, then stopped talking, and didn't say anything angrily. He just looked at the neon lights flowing outside the car window. His blurred and distant side face was reflected on the glass, and the colorful lights quickly slipped away from his face. Dazzling car lights flashed on the mirror from time to time, making the atmosphere in the car quiet and psychedelic.

After a while, the neon lights gradually faded away, and the surrounding lights also dimmed. The light of the street lights went from sparse to completely disappeared. No matter how you look at it, this is not the way to the Imperial Hotel in the city center.

Here, anyone should be aware of abnormalities, and anger is no exception. He turned his gaze from the window to the rearview mirror, frowned, and said in a slightly confused tone: "Is this the right way?"

The taxi braked sharply, and a series of metal decorations hanging on the rearview mirror made a harsh "squeaky" sound. The driver reached out to adjust the rearview mirror so that the passengers in the rear seat could see the fierce light in his eyes from the rearview mirror.

He spat out the gum in his mouth and took a handle from the glove box.Gun, pointing at anger, said unhurriedly: "Do you know where this is? Oh, I forgot that you are a foreigner, you must not know..."

Angry, he waited for him to make a speech of "hand over the money and get out of the car or you don't even think about leaving completely", opened the wallet, and under the greedy eyes of the driver, he took out a few banknotes from the wallet and handed it over, by the way Binbin He asked politely, "Then where is this place?"

His attitude as if he was giving a tip angered the driver. He clenched his teeth tightly and grabbed the money. With the gun pointed at his angry face, he spat: "Who do you think you are? Boy, are you talking to me?"

He punched the bitch hard with the butt of his gun.He smashed the mouth of the young man with a bad face, and with the malice of smashing his teeth, he spat a mouthful of foul-smelling saliva into his face.

He didn't notice that as he spat, the young man's gray eyes darkened, and the dim flame flickered away, then froze slightly when he spoke the last words, and then disappeared.

"Are you talking to me?" Angrily, he turned his face away from the gun, repeated the sentence, and shook his head amusedly, looking a little helplessly happy.

Seeing that the taxi driver uttered a classic line from "Taxi Driver", one of his favorite movies, Anger decided to forgive this ignorant human being, and he held the gun in the driver's hand, waiting The driver cursed and twisted the muzzle of the gun into twisted metal as easily as a towel.

Before the expression on the driver's face changed from ferocious to horrified, Angrily stretched out his hand and patted him on the head, opened the door with a smile on his face, and got out of the taxi.

The moment he let go, two clusters of pitch-black flames shot out from the driver's eye sockets, burning his eyeballs into coke, and the blood evaporated in the flames as soon as it spilled out. Burning together, he lost his eyes and tongue in a blink of an eye. If the blood hadn't been stopped after the Hellfire melted the blood vessels, he would die of bleeding in a few minutes-this is indeed forgiveness, the angry lord left him One life.

The episode in the taxi didn't affect his anger, but it just made his evaluation of the city drop a bit. He closed the taxi door, looked around, and began to worry about where he was now, but soon he Don't worry about it anymore - he saw a group of men staggering out of the dark alley.

Anger smelled the fresh smell of blood on their bodies, but he didn't care about it, so he walked up quickly and asked with a smile: "Good evening, gentlemen, where is this place?"

Gotham East, the worst part of the city.

There are endless dark alleys, wandering warblers everywhere, drunkards and homeless people lying casually by the garbage dump, and gangsters who dare to commit atrocities in full view. The upper class spends the night in manors and mansions. Feasting, the alleys of the East End echoed with the screams and wailing of the weak.

What will happen to a young man with exquisite and luxurious clothes, obviously well-manicured hair, and a good-looking face when he shows up on Gotham's East Side?

A hundred residents of the Eastern District could give him a hundred different answers. The only thing they have in common is that this young man must lose something precious, maybe money, maybe desire, maybe dignity, there are no rules, it all depends on him How's your luck.

Five seconds after they spoke, the angry lord decided to make them disappear from the world.

Looking at the ashes on the ground, the young man's face became paler, his gray eyes were extraordinarily bright because of burning anger, he stood still panting for breath, and it took him a while to calm down.

"That's...unreasonable!" he whispered resentfully.

what is this?The angry lord thought in disbelief.

This group of human beings had no plan before committing crimes!It's just a whim to violence to passers-by!There is no discipline whatsoever!red.Naked defiance of laws and rules!madness!absurd!Without dignity and faith!Garbage worse than even the sludge that can be seen everywhere in the abyss!

As a respecter and defender of order and rules, the devil lord feels that his beliefs have been insulted in this city.

For the lawful evil camp, chaos itself is unforgivable. Even if it is evil, the devil will follow its own standards, spread evil in a planned and systematic manner, and ensure that the concept can be proved smoothly.For them, evil itself is a kind of belief, the belief and motivation to support their actions, and sometimes they even think that they are not villains, but a group of long-sighted people who are doing the right thing and should lead their compatriots to move forward together elite.

His act of stepping into this city is almost tantamount to letting the devil do whatever he wants in his home!This group of humans is using their ignorance and recklessness to be strong.Open his eyes!The city is in chaos as if demons are dancing here!It's an insult to his dignity to take a breath of the air here!

The young man hated it for a long time before raising his eyes. His cold gaze swept over the prying eyes one by one, and he stepped out of the dark alley, throwing away the screams of the owners of these eyes being burned by the hell fire. behind.

……

Raniya always thought that everyone could control multiple consciousnesses at the same time, but ordinary humans did not have the ability to divide themselves at will like her. It was not until a long time later that she discovered this network of interconnected multiple consciousnesses. The traditional way of thinking is not something that humans can possess.

The black mist has no fixed entity, and can be easily differentiated and deformed. Rania's consciousness can also be differentiated accordingly. If she wants, she can create countless herself at the same time.For example, the consciousness of an ordinary person is a computer, and her consciousness is a large-scale network, where new hosts can be added at any time, and each host can send and receive information to each other, synchronized in real time, without delay.

So now she's doing a lot of things at once.

On the third day after returning from the Land of the Dead, the adaptation period was finally over, and the distance limit disappeared...but more importantly, Rania regained her sense of the lair.

The black fog covering the city slowly poured out from the walls, and the terrain of every dark alley emerged in her mind, and the sense of familiarity returned, and she brought Gotham under her wings again.

And Fei also flew by. Although she was still a little reluctant to part with Jason's Kindle, Rania reluctantly put down the Kindle, secretly decided to go back to Amazon to place an order, left the safe house where she had been nesting for half a month, and planned to return to her own Around the human shell.

But before that, she first had to restore her bad impression in Dick's heart...

Thinking of Dick seeing Mist and Jason holding hands before, Rania felt a bit bad.In the first half month, because she was in a low mood, she simply put the black mist to sleep, so "Mister" never appeared. It was only because Bruce cooked a devil that she hurriedly woke up, but she didn't come here to get a good impression. The black mist that I met hit the street halfway, and although I contributed to the cat-changing incident afterwards, except for Jason knowing that Mist was trying to help, Mister never appeared from the beginning to the end, and the red hood didn't seem to either. So close enough to explain to Dick that his sister's girlfriend is infatuated with his sister and is just hanging out with him...

... Raniya also doesn't know which of the two explanations "derailed" and "didn't cheat but got mixed up with the red hood" can get back how many impression points.

It is more likely that Mist, in the hearts of her family, is still a walking "scumbag".

And it is very troublesome to wash away the bad reputation, because there is no way to wash away the hand-in-hand with Jason, and there is no way to wash it if it doesn’t appear after that, and it’s also impossible to wash it away after it’s about to disappear for a month... No matter how you think about it, it is a mess that is intricately cut and cut.

The little girl did the math, and found very pessimistically that, from the perspective of other people, if when Mister appeared with a guilty face, she would gladly rush to hug Mister and get back together with her, then she would see It may look like a silly girl who is dazzled by love, but Mist is just an ugly scum boy...

Either way, it's pretty disappointing.

The only good news is that her family still doesn't know that "Mist" is an evil creature. Raniya doesn't need to explain whether she knows this yet—if she doesn't know, then she has been deceived. If she knew, then she was too stupid to change her mind.

…To be honest, neither of these options sound like the worst option.

However, no matter how difficult it is, the play that should be performed still has to be performed.

So after Rania made sure that her father and brothers—especially Dick—were not there, the well-dressed white-haired girl appeared at the gate of Wayne Manor holding a bouquet of roses.

After seeing Mist appearing in the blank space from the window, Rania immediately turned around and left the room, ran down the stairs with a "da da" and was about to go out to meet Mister and reconcile the show After doing enough, Alfred suddenly flashed out and stopped her firmly.

"It's the butler's job to welcome guests," said Alfred, "Miss Rania, you just need to wait in the living room. Would you like some black tea?"

Rania: "But..."

Alfred led her to sit on the sofa in the living room, and said calmly, "The way of hospitality in the Wayne family is not that the host greets the guests."

Rania: "..."

Raniya: "???"

When she sat down on the sofa holding the teacup, she had to admit painfully that her thinking was too simple.

Bruce and the others are not there...but there is Alfred.

Under the supervision of the old housekeeper, Raniya had to direct and act out what might be the most embarrassing and good show ever.

First, she had Mist scratching her hair awkwardly, explaining to her why she hadn't shown up all this time—to help a friend stay at his house for a while, which was true in theory, and Jason was now hers. Friends, just get rid of those troublesome things like... parasitism and binding - and apologize again and again, then send roses, and read an embarrassing love story from time to time.

When Mister said emotionally, "Every day I can't meet you is like a long winter", Raniya felt that Shakespeare, Byron, and Shelley were standing behind her!The brilliance of countless masters shines on her ahead!The love stories in countless fanfictions are guiding her!And under the guidance of her predecessors' experience, she confessed her affectionately to herself here!

She is so tired.

After apologizing, Raniya was exhausted physically and mentally, and she just wanted to quickly show a moved expression, and then forgive Mister, and then she could continue to let Mister appear by her side with confidence.

However, whenever she wanted to forgive Mister or let Mister hold her hand, Alfred would show up precisely at the right time, ask some questions in a flat tone that could not find any faults, and perfectly stop her. Let her finish the reconciliation show.

Rania: "..."

What did she do wrong again, why did the world treat her like this.

... Until the others were dragged home, Mist still failed to break through Alfred's line of defense and touch Rania's hand.

Soap operas don't do that.The little girl thought indifferently.

She sighed and gave Dick a forced smile.

In Dick's eyes, Rania turned to him impatiently as soon as she heard his voice, as if she was relieved to finally find an excuse to get rid of the affectionate scum across the way, showing a light and tired smile .

Although Dick thinks that he has no reason to interfere with Rania's feelings, which is why he has not expressed his views before, but in his mind, he is indeed not optimistic about Mister and Rania.

It has nothing to do with Mist being with Jason all this time, nor is it that he discriminates against dark bloodline owners, it's just...

He looked at the white-haired girl who stood upright on the opposite sofa, pursed his lips, and looked at her stubbornly. His eyes swept over her attire... He wanted to take two steps back and take a breath of air.

——Compared to every time I visited before, Mist’s coquettishness of dressing today has reached a new level.

She was wearing a long black windbreaker with a lapel collar. The hem of the dress was spread out on the sofa. The inner lining was as bright red as fire. Two shirt buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a silk scarf. The button was tied with a silver watch chain, and the chain was hidden in the shirt pocket. , the buttons of the vest were neatly buttoned, making the girl's waist more slender.

Dick looked at the dangling red crystal earring on one side of her earlobe, and felt that he saw a flower peacock struggling to open its tail.

Let Bruce see the absolute end.he thinks.

On the day they changed from a cat back to a human, Bruce and Constantine talked for a long time. Although he didn't mention it later, they all remembered that when the gluttony appeared, they bluntly asked for Rania, and they could guess that this little Shrike must have There are places that attract devils.

Gluttony is not the first evil creature to appear around Rania, however.

——Long before that, Mister had appeared beside Rania.

Wilson didn't seem like someone who would adopt two children, and after he left, this white-haired girl appeared next to Rania. Why did she work so hard to bring up a 12-year-old girl?

Will she approach Rania, is it because of the so-called love, or coveting for food?

On the day when the gluttony appeared, she dragged Jason to the manor, probably not because she felt that Rania was in danger, but because she was worried that others would preempt her rations, right?

Not only Batman, Dick also doesn't trust Mist, if possible, he is not willing to let Mister have a chance to get close to Rania.

but……

Looking at the little girl who keeps her head down and doesn't speak, but secretly raises her eyes and quickly glances at Mist from time to time, Dick can't help but feel a headache when he thinks about Rania's gentle smile when she said, "Of course I forgive her".

He and Alfred looked at each other secretly, showing a wry smile.

……

Meanwhile, Gotham.

After a series of evocative "Outlander's Travels in Gotham" incidents, Fury finally despaired of the city.

After leaving the dark alley that day, he randomly grabbed a stray warbler by the side of the road and asked him where he was.The Liu Ying didn't answer at first, and then kept rubbing his small breasts against his arm, saying softly that he could take her away, and showed him the bruises on her body indiscriminately, implying that she had been pimped all the time. Customer abuse and beating.

She looked at him pitifully with blue eyes, as if hoping that he would take her away from this den full of sin and filth.

Anger doesn't quite believe her performance.Liuying looked at herself expectantly, maybe she didn't know whether she wanted to leave or not.He also knew that if he was really a sentimental young man, out of heroism, trying to imitate Travis and take her away, the next thing those pimps would jump out with thugs, strip him of his clothes, and make him call His parents asked them to fetch someone—if he had one.

But he didn't mind actually taking her away, as long as she could show him the way.

"You take me away, and I will take you away too, how about it?" He took the girl's hand and said.

Perhaps his face is indeed enough to confuse human beings. The girl with heavy make-up seemed to be stunned. She came back to her senses after a while, nodded in a panic, and led him to the alley.

She led him around in circles in the dark alley, as if avoiding someone, the gradually stale air was left behind, and the city lights were faintly visible.

After seeing the lights, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, but just as they were about to walk out of the alley, vulgar laughter came from the entrance of the alley, and then a group of tall men approached the alley, and when they saw them, they burst out laughing, Walked over unsteadily and blocked them in the alley.

The girl's face turned pale instantly, she pursed her lips, looked at the young man beside her, as if she was considering whether she could escape without him.

Noticing her gaze, he frowned angrily, and asked suspiciously, "You don't know them?"

After getting an affirmative answer, his face darkened a little bit, and he whispered: "So they just did evil on a temporary basis?"

The girl nodded and said with a wry smile, "Many people in the East District are like this...you really shouldn't be here."

"Is this the whole city?"

The girl looked at him slightly surprised: "Are you a foreigner?"

She sighed: "Gotham has always been like this. This place is different from other cities. There is no cost for violence. We just... can only live like this. Even Batman can't change anything... I'm sorry."

Before she could finish her sentence, she violently pushed her anger towards the approaching men, jumped up by herself, lifted her high heels, rushed out of the gap, and disappeared at the end of the alley.

Fury wasn't angry at her behavior, but he was really angry right now.

Even the devil has heard of the name of the Justice League, and as one of the leaders of the Justice League, Batman's name as a superhero is also very loud in hell, but anger did not expect that this place should belong to Batman The city actually... is like this.

What does Batman eat?Anger feels incredible.

How long has Batman been in the city?He had heard about the Dark Knight of Gotham before he even left home, but after so many years, this city is still the source of chaos, and even the criminals have no style!

Even if they were criminals, Anger recognized Professor Moriarty's type of criminals, not this group of lowly, ignorant, and shameless demon believers.

The original intention of coming to Gotham was completely forgotten by anger, and now he is completely out of anger, with only one thought in his mind.

——Let’s not look for the murderer who killed gluttony. He wants to clean up these mindless criminals and clean up this chaotic city.