[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Year 2000, Millennium, Winter.

This year, Bruce Wayne, who was spending money all over the world, returned to Gotham not long ago.

As we all know, the little prince of Gotham is a rich N generation who doesn't care about anything. The only thing he is worthy of praise in his career is that he is willing to carry out his parents' behest and do a lot of charity.

The sharp tongue of the wind licked the light gray snow field fiercely, stirring up a thin layer of fresh snow that had not yet accumulated.

The wheels of the long sedan slowly roll over the dirty mud and snow, and where they pass, they are pressed into translucent ruts and slowly overflow with muddy snow water. out of place.

— just like the dilapidated shacks around here on the Upper West Side, they don't fit in with this car or even its wheels.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the last inspection point of [Morning Star Project]."

The driver in the front row managed to find a parking space on the narrow street. He looked up at the situation in the alley in the distance, then tilted his head and looked down at the muddy water outside the car, his whole brows were wrinkled.

"With all due respect, you don't need to come here in person...After the chemical spill, the shanty town is almost free of homeless children."

Not long ago, after Wayne Group's [Morning Star Project] was released, a large number of vagrants and punks had no confidence in this policy.

If it wasn't for the provision of food and other materials included in this plan, they probably wouldn't even glance at the TV and posters.

In contrast, the control of street children by the "upper class" in various places has become more stringent, and even collective relocation and face-lifting behaviors have appeared.

Just like the chemical leakage accident mentioned by the driver, it was an accident that happened accidentally after the relocation of forces.

In order to save trouble and not bother to find temporary housing, a leader of vagrants with no IQ in the Upper West City directly drove the vagrants under his command to the chemical plant that had been abandoned for many years after receiving the order from above.

Abandoned factory building, abandoned weapons field, abandoned evil laboratory... To be honest, this kind of venue can be used to shoot horror movies. In Gotham, it is possible to dig one or two existences just by digging the soil.

And in such a one or two, if you are really unlucky, you are likely to step on some dog shit, or bomb.

Unfortunately, this group of waifs from the shantytowns on the Upper West Side have not had any good luck since they were reincarnated and considered as "human beings".

First, there was a chemical leak, and later, because the circuit of the chemical plant had not been turned on for many years, it was suddenly turned on and short-circuited, causing electric sparks. The explosion and flames soaring into the sky illuminated most of Gotham's dark night.

So many young lives turned into scorched black corpses in this gloomy night, and the suffocating gas was blocked in the throat, mouth and nose, and they couldn't even wail.

From birth to death, he never stepped outside of Gotham.

Does that sound pathetic?

But in the history of this sinful city, events of this level are just a little dust under the wheel of history, not even enough to occupy a larger space in news reports.

So, so the driver couldn't understand why the young boss came to the shantytowns without people.

……

creak, creak.

Waterproof and snowproof dark leather boots step on the snow, leaving a long line of clean and clear footprints.

Almost no one was active outside. Compared with the dirty and wet streets outside, the alleys of the shanty towns were covered with a thick layer of white snow.

A gust of wind suddenly swept through, blowing the hem of Bruce's black coat.

He used to say that a black umbrella—a log handle and ribs of new fiber—was strong.

But there was still Feixue jumping over the matte black umbrella and rushing towards him, as if he had a soft spot for those steel blue eyes.

Facing the wind and snow, Bruce walked a further distance into the depths of the shed area.

There are not very strong houses on the left and right sides of the side. Plastic sheets and moldy wooden boards of various colors are randomly nailed to the roof, eaves, and windows, forming long and strange shelters from the cold.

As a matter of course, the man was attracted by a small colorful flower window deep in the alley.

The translucent windows were dyed clear emerald green, peacock blue, and vermilion, and the dark green vines crawled crookedly among several color blocks, which looked quite alive.

Bruce noticed carefully that a thin layer of ice beads had formed on the outside of the flower window.

——It was a masterpiece that the ice crystals liquefied and condensed because the inside of the house was warmer than the outside.

This means there are people in the house.

……

"Alger didn't come back last night."

Through the wooden door which is not very soundproof, the worried voice of the boy inside the door did not escape Bruce's sensitive ears.

"Today and yesterday, the whole district was too quiet, Little Nightingale."

No one answered.The boy who spoke earlier paused and sighed lightly.

"What happened? I always feel that you are hiding something from me..."

"It only makes me more worried, my dear, you shouldn't hide it like this between relatives, right?"

There was a little girl whimpering and moaning in the room.

"...It's nothing, it's just that stupid pumpkin of Slender Jack who took everyone else away."

The young man was slightly taken aback: "I've been in a coma for too long these two days, where did he take them..."?

Before finishing the question, he slowly fell silent, and suddenly realized: "So the containment plan of Wayne Enterprises has already started publicity?"

The little girl reluctantly "hmm".

The boy's voice became clearer: "I know my physical condition..."

The voice became vague, and there was some rustling movement in the middle, accompanied by a soft "chirp", probably the boy leaned down and kissed the little girl's forehead.

"Don't always be so stubborn, my prickly honey, no company is obliged to pay the bottomless medical bills for irrelevant people, in contrast, I would rather see you carrying a schoolbag to school - no matter which country you are in , which city, learning, always makes you better."

I was speechless for a while.

Bruce frowned, and suddenly remembered that in the stack of documents sent to his desk routinely, the subordinate in charge of this matter wrote a comment on an applicant information form, "There is almost no cure for the disease, and funding is not recommended".

...could it be the same person?

……

In the small shed, after a while, there was a choked "No!".

The little girl's voice was quite sharp, like the scream of an ignorant child when he was begging for a toy he didn't like.

Usually, this cry is very annoying.

Outside the window, Bruce moved forward a few quick steps under the cover of the cry, and stood in a position where he could see the situation in the room through the gap and was not easy to be discovered by the two children in the room.

Eyes drooping, the short, stocky little girl had curly black hair on her head, and her cheeks were flushed red with anger.

She looked dirty - Bruce could see at a glance that it was deliberately dirty, covering up her pale skin and delicate features - but her cobalt blue eyes were as clear as spring water.

"Of course the application will be approved." The little girl gritted her teeth and said firmly, "Wayne Enterprises' budget can at least spare hundreds of places, and none of the hidden ones will be found again!"

The elder brother who was lying on the bed and couldn't see clearly seemed surprised: "...what happened?"

The man outside the door pursed his lips and blinked with a complicated expression.

He thought that in the chemical leakage and explosion case the night before, the number of… dead bodies… was almost the same.

White snow particles fell from the peak of his eyebrows and landed on his eyelashes, turning into crystal clear water droplets.

He seemed to feel that his eyes were flickering, he lowered his eyelids, and when he raised them again, he happened to collide with the eyes of the vigilant children in the room.

The author has something to say: After reading Dragonfly’s previous books, the little angels should be, emmm, I can feel that I’m really not good at emotional lines.

If you feel that there is no sense of CP, it is indeed a problem with my writing skills, I am really sorry...

Would you like to lower your expectations a little?It’s okay to treat this article as a non-CP [crying]

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