[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

On this day, at night in Gotham, it began to rain.

The weather has actually been getting warmer recently, but now the rumbling thunder and crackling cold rain immediately brought the temperature back to the end of winter and the beginning of spring.

Nightingale took one step at a time, boots stepping through muddy puddles.

The crow's hair was wet with water vapor, sticking to a more curled arc, a thin black umbrella was held by the girl's pale hand, lightning cut through the alley, and hit her figure against the wall, forming a long black shadow.

In fact, she doesn't need an umbrella, the rainwater that falls at a high speed is kept at a certain distance from her body by the "rule" she maintains, and cannot get close to her.

But sometimes, she maintains a sense of ritual for many things.

Such as opening a bar, such as living in a small attic, such as holding an umbrella on a rainy day.

Maybe it’s because it’s cool to look at the bars that can make money when I was young, maybe it’s because Posey said that he used to have a small attic in his home, maybe it’s because the rain crackling on the umbrella sounds good.

Or there was no reason, just that she wanted to do that, and she did that.

But today Lucius' words are like a noose that can be easily broken free but has a strong sense of presence, telling her that after she left without hesitation, someone once looked around with an empty rope loop.

... fetters.

That's a really heavy noun.

"Ouch..."

The sound of treading water accompanied by the snow wolf's low bark.

The girl who was meditating in the rain looked up and saw Shelley's ginger eyes that were cool but full of attachment.

A wolf doesn't wag its tail like a canine, but that doesn't mean it's unhappy.

— Fetters.

The girl looked at the wolf cub she raised with her own hands, and the term jumped before her eyes as if showing a sense of existence.

It's like Shelley's wet brain melon thrust into her arms after "slapping" jumping a few times.

"Silly boy."

She used its thick hair that was wet by the rain as a paper, gestured with her fingers, and wrote a line of words, roughly meaning that the temperature rises and the moisture is dried.

"How long were you waiting outside, Umm?"

The strong snow wolf can't speak, only begging for mercy, "Heng ji heng ji".

It is like a two-hundred-pound child who has done something wrong, obediently and obediently showing half of her fat belly and back, allowing her to do whatever she wants.

The fur is not very good for writing, but fortunately, the volume and surface area of ​​Shelley is large enough.

After Nightingale's fingers finished gesticulating in the wet hair, the warm air covered its whole body, so that all its white hairs were blown up.

The text that was originally shaped by moisture instantly swelled and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately, the air was filled with the warm smell of the sun drying the fur, which dispelled the coldness of the night.

The weather was bad, and the criminal didn't seem to be bothered to hang out in the rain. It was very quiet tonight, which was rare.

There was a warm smile in Nightingale's cobalt blue eyes.

She picked up her big baby and walked to the small loft connected to the Nighting bar.

Once lost a home, she was a little sad.

But she also has a home now.

……

"Here you are, B."

Above the Earth, 22300 kilometers away, in a synchronous orbit.

The sound of the metal door opening came from the entrance of the watchtower. The steel skeleton in charge of duty today—Victor Stone—stands in front of the global monitoring system and turns his head.

Most of his torso and head are made of machinery. When he turned his head, his body didn't move much, which looked like a sci-fi horror movie.

But it was Batman who came, and Batman was unmoved by this.

Batman: "Yeah."

Steel Bone: "..." OK.

To be honest, in the Justice League, Cyborg was originally the quietest, most honest, least existential, and taciturn one.

Compared with a quantum computer that works 24 hours a day, his brain receives countless information all the time.

Whether it's the weekly regular meeting of the Justice League or the occasional watchtower dinner (usually the two most troublesome people, Flash and Hal, come out to eat and drink), he mostly acts as the background of silent listening plate.

Brainstorming Green Hal, talking to fish Sea Arthur.

Talkative and greedy Little Lightning, taciturn and steel-framed.

Except for the leaders of the Big Three, the other members of the Justice League basically follow the above routine.

However, even the taciturn and steel-framed people have to shoulder the burden of finding topics when they are alone with Batman.

Inside Victor: Tired.Pitiful.do not want to talk.

But he is still very strong: "The watchtower has not received an alarm recently, and everything is normal, but when I came to change shifts this morning, I found that the meringue seemed to be a little bit emotional." It's like a dog.

Batman stood beside him, his voice low and hoarse: "It's okay. He probably guessed my identity. Diana will take care of this."

As one of the only two people in the league who knew that Batman was Bruce's baby (but in fact, one of the two who knew was a demigod and the other was a mechanical cyborg, and they were not really human beings), Cyborg suddenly realized.

He even took a little bit of brain space out of his busy schedule to express sympathy for the Three Views of the cracked puff pastry.

After sympathizing, he began to wonder why Batman came to the watchtower-the next shift member is Flash, and the shift change time is tomorrow morning, and Batman is usually very busy.

……

Seemingly seeing his doubts from Cyborg's expressionless mechanical face, the Dark Knight cut straight to the point.

"There is a task that even the supercomputers in the Batcave are difficult to complete, and I need your help."

Steel Bone's heart sank, expressionless: "Say it."

"I need to find a person, a mutant, unknown gender, unknown age, may have the ability to change appearance and hide."

"Even if he is standing under the surveillance, his presence cannot be shown in the surveillance-it is not that hackers have tampered with the data, it may be related to his ability."

"He used to use the name Alger. I don't know if it's his real name."

"I used to show people the appearance of a man with red hair and blue eyes. I don't know if it is the real body."

"The scope of activity that has appeared is in Gotham."

Cyborg: "Do you have any special movement habits for him/her?"

Batman: "No."

Steel Bone: "... If there is no surveillance image, are there any sound ripples?"

Batman: "No."

Rao is the brain of the steel frame's 24-hour calculation without gaps, and it can't help but get stuck.

"The only clues may be false... so many unknowns, you want me to create people out of thin air, B."

Batman also frowned under the mask: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have looked for you."

"He doesn't appear under surveillance, but it's impossible for him to not exist in the mouths of the people around him. I need you to judge this possible existence from the surveillance throughout Gotham, find his traces, and judge his identity."

Steel Bone said with difficulty: "What if no trace of his past is in Gotham?"

No matter how smooth and smooth his brain is, it is impossible to filter the surveillance records of the entire United States and even foreign countries overnight.

More importantly, this kind of judgment is not a simple face or voiceprint recognition, it depends on subjective judgment...

That might kill your brain_:зゝ∠_

Batman sighed: "Just look for Gotham, the time limit is set within 20 years, he is an important clue, if you still can't find it..." He can only go directly to the base of the mutant manufacturing organization.

People in the world often say that Batman hits a hit, like a ghost everywhere in the dark night, but most of them don't know how much preparation Batman will make before acting.

Cyborg sighed for the strict Batman, and then refused tears for himself who was about to run into CPU fever.

For the next few hours, the data stream from the watchtower computer seemed to run on forever.

Those complex images are reflected in the air from the brain of the steel bone, densely packed.

According to the records of the past few decades, those fast-rotating conversations have been turned into meaningless "&*...&*...%&%#" at high speed.

In the corner, on the desk, the snack bags and magazines left by the Flash were flickered by light and shadow.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After an unknown amount of time, the suspended light and shadow suddenly stopped, and Victor opened his eyes.

"B..." He was a little hesitant, the crystal blue data flow was stuck in his mechanical eyes, like a strange contact lens, "I think I might, I found it."

His usual flat, emotionless voice sounded a bit weird at this moment.

Batman: "Who?"

Steel Bone: "20 years ago, a certain employee of Wayne Enterprises was robbed of his wallet by a beggar. The manager of the beggar was sent to GCPD within a few days, and the stolen goods were returned to the original owner—of course the money was gone. Still have the wallet."

"According to the confession of the manager called "Skinny Jack", the beggar pickpocket under him happened to be called Alger, and he was also red-haired."

The expression on Batman's face changed slightly.

"What's more, after a month, all the beggars under the manager died. Dozens of children all died."

"The only two alive, entered the holding center of the Wayne Group."

"One named Percy."

"One named Nightingale."

The author has something to say: PS: Please refer to Chapter 4 for details. Alger heard the news about the detention center when he picked the wallets of the white-collar workers of the Wayne Group.

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