Los Angeles, the second largest city in the United States, once belonged to Spain and Mexico.Because "LosAngeles" means "angel" in Spanish, and it is also known as "City of Angels".And because of Hollywood, many people call Los Angeles the city of entertainment, while San Francisco, which has Silicon Valley, is called the city of technology.

Jason and Tim visited the Avenue of Stars and Griffith Observatory together, and stayed in UCLA's Powell Library for most of the day at Jason's insistence.Go out and run around at night without being crazy, be the most ordinary tourist, eat and drink easily, watch the scenery and take pictures to check in - and every scenic spot has been carefully checked to eliminate the slightest possibility of traveling through time and space and across the universe.

As for the task Jason gave, it wasn't until the moment before the two set off that Tim found out through his parents' assistant that the Drakes had changed their numbers shortly after the custody scandal broke out.It’s just that the focus of Tim’s life at that time was all on Robin’s training, and he didn’t go to school during the day (great!). When he was notified to the court to state his opinions, the overall situation was basically settled. Tom's participation was based solely on procedural integrity considerations.

For Tim, life remains the same. He already has a room of his own at Wayne's house. He eats, sleeps and trains at Wayne's house every day. Why does Ke’s son run to Wayne’s house every day?” He made excuses to cover up this matter, the sky is bluer, the water is clearer, and the quality of life has been greatly improved!

——From the beginning to the end, Tim and the Drakes did not have any private communication.This is also a point that breaks everyone's glasses.

When an ordinary couple encounters this kind of situation, which one doesn't rack their brains to find ways to see their children, even if they don't say to their children in tears, "Mom and Dad are wrong, we love you so much!" Fan, when the time comes, there will be subjects to write about in front of the judge.

But this classic routine has completely lost its existence value when it comes to Drake, a family with a unique style of painting.No tears, no spotlights, no sweet home movies going viral on the Internet trying to gain popular approval.Because they had to appear in court from time to time, they couldn't leave Gotham City. The Drakes simply closed the door to sort out the results of the previous investigations. While losing custody of the child, they published a research report that was highly praised by the anthropological community.

On the day the lawsuit was settled, Tim stayed up late the night before to study a murder case. He didn't listen to a word when the court announced the verdict. When the reporter put the microphone in front of him, he was still sleeping. Can't think of any words other than "Oh, no comment."

On the whole, the high-society custody scandal is making reporters all over Gotham — from regular dailies to tabloids alike — a little bored.

Tim is unaware of the sadness of the reporters, just like this day after day watching the criminals keep falling but can always get up strong, Jason disappears from time to time but can always come back with different friends, Until the idol sent him the difficult task of "calling his parents".

The Drakes are academics, yes.

However, they are not quite like the traditional sense of being a professor in a university, or being employed by a certain research institution. If they insist on classifying them, they are probably "archaeologists driven by interest". The ancestral industry is not afraid of starving to death. It can be said to be one of the models of rich and willful.

This kind of free and unrestrained mode of action when all the team members are assembled makes it very difficult for Tim to find relatives by phone.

Of course, Tim can directly hack the entry and exit records of the customs, see which country the Drakes have gone to, and find out where they went based on the other party's entry records and credit card usage, or directly hack the telecommunications company , See which number they applied for?But when Mr. Drake asked him how he knew about this phone, Tim should reply: "It's okay, I just hacked seven or eight private or government agencies to get it." Can this work!

After twisting and turning, I finally found the Drake couple's former assistants, and then got a number that is still in use.It happened because the location of this survey was remote and the mobile phone was blocked—Red Robin almost died in front of the computer, paralyzed, and the investigation of the case was much easier.

Fortunately, Jason didn't approve Tim's travel plan because Tim didn't complete the task of "calling parents" [-]%. The black-bellied crazy fans in my heart are well controlled, no matter from which point of view, I am a normal tourist youth.

Watching the queue waiting to enter the arena to listen to the band's performance, cute and cute Tim.Jason couldn't help but feel that he should often come up with some questions to scare people, the effect is outstanding!

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Jason has no particular preference for music, so when he found out that Tim, who is a rock lover, had been looking for a long time in the unfamiliar LA for a long time to listen to the performance of this band, Jason was very interested in this "Big Morris". Orchestra" expectations were completely raised to the highest point.

But Jason felt a little disappointed with Morris's performance on the spot.

The lead singer's skills are quite good, and the other members seem to be devoting themselves to the music, but judging from the number of audience members and the reactions, it's really not like what a band with the number one album sales should have. level.

Turning his head to look at the expression of Tim who came here admiringly, and guessing from the half-dead eyes of the other party, I believe that Tim also has the same idea as him.

"Maybe they are not in a good condition today!" The stage has been replaced by other small local bands, and Tim is almost yelling in the deafening music. Under the colorful lights, Jason can't see I know Tim's real face, but judging from his awkward smile, Tim is trying to find a way for himself who proposed to listen to the live performance, "After all, their albums are really selling well, and they have already said that they will hold On tour!"

"Well, today is a normal day, and it's understandable that there are fewer people." Jason shrugged indifferently, and Tim began to comment on the performers on the stage without saying a word, until the time was getting later and later, the store The people coming and going became more complicated (much gentler than Gotham), and the two of them got through the crowd, planning to leave low-key through the back door and go back to the hotel to rest.

But obviously, the power of the universe does not intend for them to continue to enjoy the simple nights of squandering youth.

At a corner in the middle of the night, there is a person lying on his back in the shape of "big" on the ground.

There was also the smell of blood, which was faint but could never escape the noses of the two policemen, wafting over with the wind.

"Should we scream?" Tim calmly took out his mobile phone, ready to call the police, "Should we scream, right? Ordinary citizens should scream when they see a dead person."

"No, no, you should check his vital signs first." Jason rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the person lying on the ground. "Ordinary people should do this."

"Then scream again?" Tim followed Jason's footsteps, frowning tightly, "The way ordinary people check vital signs should be shaking for a while, right? Then slapping the cheek or something? So I should shake first, Slap, then scream, understand."

"For Ah Fu's sake, why are you so obsessed with screaming?" Jason knelt down beside the victim, reaching for the victim's neck to take his pulse, when he heard rustling sounds behind him , as well as harsh flash and fill light.

"Oh my god! It's murder! Dear viewers, have you seen it! There is a murder behind me!" A young man raised his mobile phone high and pointed his other hand at his back, "God, This is really terrible! Thank you jack1980 for the reward, thank you viewers for your concern, I will pay attention to safety..."

"#周周音乐之夜#杀杀#Public security is corrupt..." The woman with colorful hair was busy labeling her posts, and then took several selfies with Jason and others as the background open.

Tim silently raised his mobile phone, moved closer to Jason who was also stiff, and "clicked" to take a selfie.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason, who was a little annoyed by the crowd of passers-by, didn't want to understand what Tim's intention was.

By the way, he couldn't find a pulse, the poor guy was dead.

"Oh, I've never been involved in a crime as a murder suspect in my life." Tim smiled a little shyly, and the dead man who matched the background said that he was as antisocial as he was, "It's a memory."

Little gangster, professional car tire thief, Jason, GCPD regular, Wayne held Tim's hands tightly, and said sincerely: "Wait, don't say anything, I have rich experience in and out of the police station, just follow me ,Understand?"

On the third day of my trip to California, I didn't meet friends who traveled through time and space, or the universe next door.

It's just wearing handcuffs and taking a police car to the police station to sleep in the detention room. How peaceful and peaceful it is!

Squatting in the cold iron cage with a group of fierce spirits, Jason couldn't help but shook his head and leaned against the railing, showing a peaceful and satisfied smile.

In the eyes of the police officers on duty who were in charge of monitoring the cameras, this expression was as perverted as it could be.

Gotham people, no surprise?

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