[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

Go ahead to dangers.

Ronika knew very well that Wayne was suspicious of her, although she didn't know why he cared about Maliwei.I didn't notice it before, Bruce Wayne seems a bit strange, not like the kind of playboy who simply plays games in the world and the social moth that can be seen everywhere in Gotham.

But what Wayne is right about is that Anna has not been buried so far, and her mother has not been properly settled.Even if her identity and ability were really exposed, she had to arrange these two things well.

It was true that she wanted a new normal life, but it wasn't that she was afraid of being found out.These people are really strange. What if it turns out that she killed Philip Jones?The big deal is to just abandon this name and run away. The world is so big, can the Gotham police have the ability to chase it to the Middle East?

Anyway, she has nothing to miss in Gotham, maybe it's more likely to meet new friends when she goes out for a walk?

When the night came again, Ronika took off the tracker and bug on her body, put them on her bed, and turned on the computer to automatically play the movie "Roman Holiday".If she doesn't come back within two hours, this thing will continue to play the following movies according to the recommendation list.

She took out a simple metal ring from her pocket, with complicated geometric patterns engraved on it, which looked like a medieval alchemy formation, but in fact, it was just a small space magic circle, a hanging ring. quit.

Ronika has never been able to use the suspension ring well, and her power does not belong to the system of the doctor.And as the doctor said: "Magic seems to be magical without a trace, but it has traces more than anything else."

A skilled magician can understand what the opponent has done, where he went, and what kind of power he used through the fluctuation of magic power after casting the spell, like watching a movie.

But Ronika really doesn't want to "encounter" Batman in the Gotham sewers anymore.

Maybe God forbid, Gotham doesn't have any magicians who can trace the traces of magic?Or maybe no one cares about her, an ordinary middle school girl?

Putting on the hanging ring on the left hand, raising the right hand, gently drawing a circular arc in the air, with the movement of the fingers, the slight fluctuation of magic power spreads around, causing the resonance of the air, and opening a door between the electric light and flint. The door of space vaguely reveals the scenery on the other side.

Ronika stepped into it, it was the Gotham Pier.

The pier is a lively place, even this kind of abandoned one. This is the favorite place for the Gotham gangsters to throw corpses. They wrap the corpses in white plastic bags, tie them tightly with ropes, and tie special iron bars at the tails. Chains and weights, several grown men worked together to put this thing on the boat, and took advantage of the dark and windy night to drive the boat to the center of the lake and throw it down.

Everything is over, without a trace.This is much simpler than magic.

At least that was what someone tried to do when Ronika arrived at the dock, the contents of the white body bag were motionless, trapping the blood and putrid smell inside.Two Eastern European gangsters were cursing, cursing that the dead would bother others even when they were dead.

Ronika looked at the two people, and the gangster stopped moving, but stood upright on the pier as if possessed by a demon, without any expression on his face, just standing there.

"I'm sorry," Ronika said to the body bag.

The fog is not heavy tonight, and the distant moonlight sheds silvery moonlight, which still casts a silver scale-like luster on the dark river in Gotham. As the night wind blows, the river undulates and continuously rotates and spreads.

The red light district in the distance is like a city that never sleeps. The colorful neon lights can still be seen from thousands of meters away. The river flows into the sea from the river. On one side is Gotham, the capital of night, and on the other side is the city of tomorrow. metropolis.

The girl walked to the water's edge, the light was good enough to show her features.The excellent appearance genes of her parents made her facial features delicate and charming, but the vicissitudes of the soul were condensed in those blue eyes.Like an adult soul trapped in a child's body.

She stretched out a pair of white hands, palms facing down to the water.

At first, nothing happened, and then it seemed that there was an earthquake-like fluctuation from a very far away, no, it was not from the ground, nor from a very far distance, but it happened in the water in front of me.

The surface of the water vibrated rapidly and repeatedly, the silver-scale light flickered like a meteor falling in the shaking, the river gave out a low roar of a beast, everything on the water, from the pier to the boat, was vibrating, and something was about to break out of the water ——

It was the wailing of countless white cocoons at the bottom of the river, only one of which jumped out of the water following Ronika's movement, dripping water under the cold moonlight, and the body bag was still wrapped with black waterweed.

"Anna." Ronika called softly, clenched her left hands together, the iron chains wrapped around the bag broke, and fell back into the icy river water, causing huge waves one by one.

The bag was moved to the shore, Ronika used the hanging ring again, and dragged the body bag to the opposite side - a cemetery on the outskirts of Gotham. The night watchman slept peacefully in his hut. Take an oil lamp, and a shovel.

The dim light of kerosene shone on the rows of stone tombstones. Ronika looked over a little bit, and the white body bag floated behind her, like a close friend.

found it.

Ronika stopped. The dilapidated tombstone was engraved with the name "Apa Tel". The other party had been dead for many years, and moss had already climbed onto the stone tablet. Someone came to take care of it. After all, Anna was busy taking care of her mother, so she really didn't have time to visit her father's grave.

In the outskirts of the cemetery, there is the sharp and sad laughter of owls, and the rustling of leaves.

Ronika picked up the shovel and dug the soil beside Appa Turl's grave. She could use magic or something, but since she was seeing her friend off for the last time, she should dig a grave with her own hands.

Sith have undergone specialized sword training, and their physical fitness is not too bad. Unfortunately, this body has not yet been systematically developed.Even her parents had good genes, but Ronika had never exercised before and messed up her body with alcohol and prescription drugs.She dug very hard, and even after every 10 minutes of digging, she had to rest for a while in the soil hole with a shovel.

"I hope it can be finished before dawn." Otherwise, she will have to come again tomorrow night, and if the grave guard finds that there is an extra hole here, troubles will inevitably arise.

Digging a hole that can fit a person is definitely not an easy task. Those things that can be easily done with a single turn of the camera in movies, if the audience can do it by themselves, it will take four or five hours to complete. .

When the sky was slightly bright, Ronika finally crawled out of the hole.

She wiped the sweat from her head, knelt down and used her fingers as blades to cut through the layers of white plastic like cutting butter. The smell coming from inside was unacceptable, but Ronika didn't seem to smell it to the same.

She bent down, and gently took the bones into her arms, and carried them into the newly dug grave together with the blackened bones and rotting flesh.If there is no coffin, the leaves are used as the base; if there is no tombstone, the marks are made of branches and stones.

The shovel sprinkled fresh soil on the bones, buried this innocent girl, and buried all the darkness. If there is a god in this world, her pure white soul will look down on us high in the sky. Singing the songs of the Holy Spirit in heaven.

"Anna, I'm sorry it took me so long to come to you." Ronika threw down the shovel, collected the remaining soil with her hands, and compacted it, "I killed Philip Jones. Got it, but are you going to be offended that I let Charlie Marivey go?"

Probably not, in fact, when Anna was still alive, she couldn't figure out why the rich Wayne girl wanted to be friends with her.

They met at a party. The illegitimate daughter of a rich family drank and had fun at the party, and the girl who was burdened with her mother's medical expenses served as a waiter at the party and endured harassment from some people.

If they don't want to, they don't go too far, they just get taken advantage of, the party master said.So Anna endured it no matter how hard she endured, even if she was hugged and stroked, she didn't dare to struggle too hard.

"Let go of her, didn't you hear?" Those slaps were clear and loud, the girl with black hair and blue eyes, gloomy and unhappy face was domineering, and she pointed at those people's noses and cursed.

"Illegitimate daughter..." "Courtesy girl." "Shameless female cousin." People whispered, laughing about irrelevant matters, but Ronika stared at them coldly.

Even the illegitimate daughter of the Wayne family is still a child of a rich family.Even if that Gotham baby is dumb and brainless,

But Wayne Group's board isn't letting the scandal drag down the company's stock price either.

Ronika likes to stay in a corner where the surveillance cameras can't see. At this time, she doesn't talk, drink or smoke, and just looks at the crazy men and women at the party coldly.

"Thank you, I'm Anna Turl." The kind girl decided to apologize to this seemingly unfriendly rich girl, but the latter unexpectedly did not utter sarcasm.

"If you're not looking for a lover, don't come here to work in the future." Ronika folded her arms and said, looking a little annoyed, "One day, you can't escape even if you want to."

"The salary here is the highest, and it can be paid daily." Anna whispered, she didn't have any choice, of course she also wanted to go home after school to do homework, or watch TV, or draw.She likes to draw. She has no money to buy paints, so she draws lines with pencils.

For some reason, Anna felt that the black-haired girl in front of her was not so unreasonable, so she vented all her troubles that day. The father who died in the factory but was not compensated worked hard to raise her But her mother was seriously ill, she wanted to study art, and the boy next door had a crush on her working in a bakery...

Until the girl named Helen called Ronika away.

Later, they met many times at the party. Every time they saw Ronika hiding in a blind corner and watching the crowd, Anna went up to talk to her. The two talked more and more, knowing that each other's thoughts became more many.

"I can give you money." "I don't want your money."

Anna opened those amber eyes and said sincerely: "Once I take your money, our relationship will not be like this. Friends are more important than money."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a fool? You should live in the metropolis on the other side of the river, the city of tomorrow where you can summon Superman when you open your mouth." Ronika raised her eyebrows and poked her forehead wildly.

The waitress stupidly covered her head and said with a smile, "But I think Batman is pretty good too."

But what average Gotham person thinks Batman is good?Ronika rolled her eyes again.What she didn't know at the time was that she and Anna could avoid the cameras while communicating with her, but they couldn't avoid the eyes of Charlie and Philip. To some extent, the two scumbags were eyeing Anna because of Ronika's relationship.

"You used to want to travel around the world and see the scenery everywhere, but unfortunately you don't have the chance now." Ronika stroked the cold stone, watching the sky getting brighter and brighter, "I have traveled to many places. I have seen heroes fall and rise again, I have seen the destruction of countless planets, I have tasted the sweetness of margallana, and I have seen the brilliance of stars when they collapse."

"When I have time, I will tell you one by one, Anna." Ronika put the wild flowers picked in the field in front of the stone, and bent down to kiss the nameless tombstone.

"Good dream, my friend, sleep peacefully with your father."