[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia moved her neck subconsciously, and realized that she was blindfolded the moment her consciousness came back.

She moved her shoulders and felt a little numbness in her back after being shocked by the electric shock. Her hands were tied behind the chair. Although she didn't feel any pain, she couldn't exert any strength at all.

The person who tied her was very careful, even tied her feet to the legs of the chair, and only her neck could move.

"You woke up much earlier than I thought." A man's voice sounded not far away, and in the next second, her blindfold was pulled off by the other party, and she was thrown in the corner, suddenly touching bright eyes He squinted a little unbearably.

She saw the clown standing in front of her, blinked and smiled: "Hey, take it easy, you hurt me a little."

Lydia didn't show any expression of fear at all, and the smile on her face could even be called calm. She fumbled in the hidden pocket on her back waist with a little paralyzed hand, but found nothing.

The money was taken away.

She wasn't surprised, after all, the clown saw her fight with Bucky yesterday, and she would be surprised if the money in the pocket wasn't confiscated.

Lydia looked around and saw that the size of the room should be an abandoned residential building. The room she was in was not big. Due to the humidity, the yellowed walls were a bit moldy, the wall skin was also a little peeled off, and there was water staining. The wet marks produced, in short, it doesn't look very pleasant here.

But she didn't show any negative emotions—in fact, she didn't look like she was being kidnapped, but rather like she was going through some pleasant experience.

"Of course I know about your little tricks." The clown tilted his head and smiled at her, quickly approached her, squeezed her chin with both hands, licked his lips, and asked with utter malice, "You How do you feel now?"

"Thank you for the comfortable eye mask. I think I slept well just now. The money is a bit too much. I was thinking that it might affect my sleep." Lydia's jaw hurt a little, and she didn't hide the pain, wrinkled slightly She raised her eyebrows, but obviously still didn't show the fear that the clown wanted to see, and she even scolded him in a somewhat intimate tone, "You're too hard, dear, relax—"

The clown pinched her cheeks hard, pinched her pretty face so that her mouth pouts, pulled her head towards him a little, pulled out a small knife from his pocket with his left hand, and pressed it against Li on Dia's cheek.

His face was so close to Lydia that Lydia could even see the bumpy scar around his mouth. The clown seemed to unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, showing a bright and nervous smile, his eyes on her face Spinning around: "Perfect face, really pretty."

Lydia could feel the coolness of the knife, but her gaze didn't shift in any way, she just looked straight at the clown, and still smiled at this moment: "Thank you for the compliment."

The clown stared at her for a while, exerted some strength in his hand, and the sharp point of the knife touched Lydia's delicate skin, and he could pierce Lydia's skin a little further, and then he stopped there. , quickly licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and looked at Lydia with a little erratic eyes.

Lydia looked at him, and smiled again, which was equivalent to sending her facial muscles to the tip of a knife. The knife pierced her skin, and blood slowly flowed down her skin : "Look, it doesn't scare me—maybe you'd rather put a smile on my face too?"

She smiled at the corner of her mouth, her expression was very calm, as if she really didn't care about her wound at all, the clown let go of her cheek, put the knife on her carotid artery, narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "You don't care about the injury , what if I kill you now?"

Lydia raised her chin cooperatively, brought her beautiful neck further under his gaze, her green eyes fixed on him, and showed a sincere smile: "Of course you can do this, but this way Your game wouldn't be any fun."

The Joker didn't think of Batman until then. He swayed for a second between the interesting woman in front of him and the patron saint of Gotham, then stepped back with some regret, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to in front of Lydia.

Lydia looked at her mobile phone, quickly reported a series of numbers, and then complained: "Your behavior is very disrespectful, it makes me really sad..."

The clown shook his head slightly from side to side, opened Lydia's address book, and soon found the title "handsome little bat". He glanced at Lydia, then reached out and covered her Mouth, to prevent her from disturbing herself.

The call was quickly connected, and the clown immediately turned on the loudspeaker to ensure that Lydia could hear their conversation clearly. Bruce didn't deliberately lower his voice to pretend, and he was obviously in a good mood when he picked it up: "Lidia Dia? Why did you call me?"

Lydia didn't struggle, and looked at the clown with wide eyes. He laughed twice, the scar on his mouth formed a terrifying arc, looked at Lydia and said, "Good evening, I want to play a game with you , Batman."

"It's you." Bruce lowered his voice, and instantly changed into Batman's hoarse voice, "What are you going to do? Where's Lydia?"

"She's by my side." The clown looked at Lydia with a smile, let go of her hand covering her mouth, and pinched her cheek instead. The pale painted face and the phone moved closer to her, " Say something."

"I'm fine, honey." Lydia glanced at the clown, and because he pinched her face, her speech was a little slurred, and she wanted to continue to say something, but the clown moved the phone away and covered it again. She touched her mouth: "—she is fine for the time being, but if you can't finish this game, I'm afraid our beauty will suffer."

"This is not a difficult multiple-choice question," the clown laughed. "Choose between Gotham and your beauty. Before twelve o'clock, you have a chance to rescue your beauty."

He hung up the phone, looked at Lydia, put the phone into the pocket of his purple suit, and then walked to the balcony and looked outside. Lydia saw the brightly lit place in the distance suddenly explode. A bouquet of brilliant fireworks.

——No, it's not fireworks, it's an explosion.

The hand tied behind her reached into the hidden pocket behind her back, and her rounded nails dug vigorously at the faintly detectable thread a few times—the thread was still firmly sewn, and she was Meiliang hid the thread ends very well, and now she feels distressed.

...it was so well sewn that I couldn't find the thread.

While Batman may be trying to save her, it's not like Lydia is pinning all her hopes on someone else.

The clown turned around to look at her, raised a smile, and then pressed his gloved hand heavily to the wound on Lydia's cheek, causing Lydia to frown in pain, looking at her with dissatisfaction. he.

"The waiting time is often the funniest." The clown poked her wound, his voice trembling slightly, and then gradually revealed an excited smile, "This may be your last 10 minutes."

He thoughtfully opened all the doors and windows, and showed her the surrounding explosives that could blow up this floor to the ground.

"You're very interesting." The clown looked down at her, reached out and pinched her chin and looked around. At this moment, Lydia was still smiling: "Thank you for the compliment."

The clown completely lost the idea of ​​intimidating her, shrugged his shoulders a little bored, and stood there for two seconds, his mood suddenly improved again, humming a song and skipping out of the room.

After confirming that the clown had left, Lydia put away her smile and tried to pull the thread off.

It was not an easy task, her hands had limited range of motion, and twisting her hands so hard made her shoulders almost cramp.

But she did it anyway.

The only thing that bothers her is that she sews a bill in each dress just in case, but the denomination is different. The bill in her hand is not a large denomination, only five dollars.

"It's a bit unlucky." Lydia was sweating from the effort just now, she breathed a sigh of relief, holding the note between two fingers, carefully untied her rope with one dollar, and took the remaining For four dollars, I went to the balcony and looked down-this is at least a dozen floors.

At this time, there were only ten seconds left in the countdown.

This is really another trick of the clown, since he left and now it has not been as long as 10 minutes.

Now it was too late to run downstairs, Lydia looked at the motorcycle that was almost integrated into the night from a distance, then looked at the concrete floor downstairs, took a deep breath, opened her eyes wide and jumped over the railing down.

This feeling is no different from bungee jumping. Lydia held the banknotes and used the power at the moment when she was about to hit the ground. Like a trampoline.

She rolled outward twice, and rolled directly to Bruce's feet. She didn't stand up in a hurry, turned over, spread her hands and lay flat on the ground, smiling at Bruce wearing a mask: "Hi, evening good."

The bomb upstairs suddenly exploded, looking like fireworks, lighting up the night sky above, and Lydia saw Batman slowly bend over in the explosion, reaching out to her.

Her cheeks warmed as Bruce touched the skin near her wound through the glove, and before she could speak, the hand shifted to cover her eyes.

Then she felt her lips warm, and before she smashed the bar, the warm breath left, and the husky voice that belonged to Batman rang in her ears: "I'm sorry I'm late."