The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After the winter in Gotham City passed, the temperature began to warm up. This time is a rare season in Gotham where it doesn't rain much. The weather is much better than in winter.

Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to manage Gotham's traffic.

Of course, this is not because the last mayor died in a car accident, but because Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development with the cooperation with other coastal cities. Various warehouses and supporting facilities have sprung up, and a large number of Cargo ships are moored at the port, waiting in line to deliver their cargo.

But the traffic situation in Gotham can only be described in one sentence - if there are any traffic rules in it, it is not impossible to have no traffic rules at all.

This has led to a very troublesome situation. The capacity of the cargo ship is sufficient. Although the warehouse under construction is not perfect, it can actually accommodate the goods, but the problem lies in the transfer from the dock to the warehouse. this section of the road.

The warehouses belong to different gangster families, everyone has to deliver goods, and they basically deliver goods 24 hours a day, but there are no traffic rules in Gotham, and no one says who should go first. This kind of thing is resolved in Gotham The way, of course, is whoever has the most guns and whoever has the most bullets in the gun will go first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a gang member, he is not a combat member. When two cars are blocked, the gang members escorting the goods start to fight, and the driver and other technicians in the car will also be injured.

Originally Gotham lacked this kind of professionals, so the lack of this kind of professionals was severe. When they fought, they didn't care about anything. The final result was that the two sides stopped cooking at the same time and went to the hospital to lie down together.

It didn't matter if they were in the hospital, the truck they were transporting goods was still on the road, and the people who came after were blocked even more and couldn't move.

Under such a vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although it is not a problem for most of the goods to wait for a few days, if it continues like this, it is completely burning money, labor costs, warehouse costs, and cargo ships. Maintenance costs and liquidated damages for delayed delivery made the leaders of the twelve families lose their hair in a hurry.

In fact, there are some high-achieving students who graduated from colleges among them, but everyone has lived in this muddy pit of Gotham for so many years, and no one realizes where the most important problem in this city is. When everyone thinks about how to coordinate the relationship inside , What I think about is how to deal with other gangsters and let them make way for me.

But everyone wanted others to make way for them, so no one gave way, and everyone blocked the road together.

After all, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city. The evil order built by gangsters here is still disordered in essence.

Fortunately, the new mayor, Roy, is a sensible person. He didn't instruct the gangsters what to do when they were most angry, but let them fight in chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street. want to go.

Until Gotham's most important turntable and the four second-ring intersections were destroyed, the gangsters lost their temper completely. The money was right in front of their eyes, but they couldn't get it, and no one could get it. There is no way to let the things in the cargo ship grow wings and fly to the warehouse by themselves. There is no one, no cars, and now there are no roads.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask the old godfather to come out of the mountain. The leaders of the biggest families were silent when they sat at the negotiating table. Those who blocked the road were also from the Falcone family. The old godfather’s power remained the same. , The bosses also know that they are wronged, and they are basically in a dumb state of bowing their heads and being scolded.

The current problem is already obvious. If the fight continues, the situation will only get worse. At that time, let alone the road, the whole city will almost disappear. Then how can they make money, waiting to starve to death?

The situation has developed to the present, and this situation really needs a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday when the temperature in Gotham warmed up, Mayor Roy Brown held a televised speech on Gotham TV.

On the screen, Roy is no longer wearing a windbreaker and felt hat like in Chicago, but like a gangster in Gotham, wearing a suit and tie, with flowers on his chest. He is sitting in his mayor's office with a calm tone says:

Dear citizens of Gotham City, I am your new mayor, Roy Brown, and I believe everyone should already know me.

The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone to obey the traffic rules, and it is also an explanation of the new municipal government that I will implement in Gotham.

As we all know, in this ancient city with a long history, we have worked hand in hand until today, and now, Gotham City will usher in another revival, and a good development opportunity is in front of everyone.

So, as mayor, I once again propose a new municipal policy to serve the citizens of Gotham.

The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of the plan are: From tomorrow, Gotham's 6 major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary arterial roads will be Commencement of Operation Gotham Traffic Civility Day.

During the period, there will be professional traffic guides to guide the traffic. Drivers and friends must abide by the traffic rules, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

The TV speech ended here, and Bruce turned off the TV, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Facts have proved that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or the first law of Gotham is: in Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point, how clever your method is, and how perfect your plan is, in the end they will give you everything. You make a piece of shit.

The next day, on the central turntable in downtown Gotham, a fancy sports car with spray paint slowly slowed down. The person inside rolled up the window, poked his head out, and slapped a beautiful woman standing on the side of the street. Whistle, a hippie youth covered in tattoos yelled: Hey! That beauty! Look here, look at the runners of Gotham...

Before he could speak, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette butt at her feet, picked up the rifle placed behind the lamppost, and shot the tire of the sports car.

The bang explosion startled the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She looked young, no more than 20 years old, with a good figure and skin. A wild dark color.

She lit another cigarette and put it on. Then, she took out a notebook from her jeans pocket, rolled her eyelids, looked up and down at the two people in the car, and said, Racing kid, right? Bipolar disorder , Nervous headache and schizophrenia, the recommended treatment period is three months.

While she was talking, she was writing and drawing in the notebook. After finishing writing, she tore up the paper and threw it into the car. The tattooed young man picked up the paper and saw that it read Arkham Psychiatric Hospital Diagnosis Sheet.

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said, Sorry, miss, I didn't know you were an intern at the Arkham Asylum. How about giving us another one of this?

By the way, what they say is true, right? We can prescribe a lot of drugs based on this diagnosis...I mean effective drugs for headaches.

The girl looked him up and down again and said: Yes, within three days, I will go to the hospital's attending doctor's office for an interview and wait for the ward assignment.

Can I have another one? I think I'm a little mentally ill too. Another youth shouted.

The girl ignored him, took down the walkie-talkie at her waist and said, Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with a flat left front tire and two passengers. They are...whose are you? people?

Smoker from the East, our boss is a smoker!

It's an old smoker in the East District. Hell, why is it a poor ghost in the East District? Don't those rich and oily guys in the West District drive to the streets?

Not long after she finished speaking, two people came over on a police motorcycle. One of them was wearing a police uniform, saluted perfunctorily, and then said in a very impatient tone: Speeding, changing directions illegally, running a red light, A fine of 300.

Glancing at the bazooka hanging on their motorcycle, the young man reluctantly paid the fine, and then another person who came with the motorcycle also walked over and said, Hello, Doyle Towing Company, may I ask you Need towing service?

Doyle, why are you? You damn bastard! Why are you still wearing a suit? And when did your family have a towing company?

The young man named Doyle straightened his suit and tie. It could be seen that his suit should have just been bought yesterday, and it didn't fit very well.

He leaned on the sports car and lit a cigarette and said: Don't talk nonsense, I am an ancestral business. Our family has been in this business for eight generations. For the sake of acquaintances, I will give you a 30% discount, and 150 yuan will help you drag it. Go to the nearest avenue, you know, now only I know which avenue is not blocked, you should be rushing to the warehouse in the east to see the factory?

The young man in the car curled his lips and said, Well, it seems that your boss really thinks highly of you, and I will leave all the work to you. Help me tow the car there, and the two of us will walk to Arkham to drive a car. medicine.

They were chatting, the girl turned her head and saw a black Mercedes-Benz was about to turn around, she picked up the horn on her waist and shouted: Stop!!! You are violating the traffic rules!!!

Within a few seconds, there was another gunshot, and the police and the people from the towing company did not need to move, and directly negotiated another deal.

Continuing along this street, there are two interns at each intersection, who are responsible for stopping vehicles and issuing diagnosis certificates. They all hold walkie-talkies. Once a traffic accident is discovered, there will be police and people from the towing company riding quickly. The motorcycle arrived at the scene, and the payment of fines and the signing of the towing agreement were completed in one go, and the car could be taken away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is only on ordinary main roads and crossroads far from the central city. In the six major battlefields close to the central city, the fighting is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: Go and stop that red Lamborghini and tell him that he made a wrong turn just now, go back and start again, and come to me later to get a diagnosis certificate.

Also, where did that foul-mouthed man go? Catch him and beat him up, and say Wayne beat him up.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a whoosh, Bruce took two steps back, a car exploded not far in front of him, the driver ran out rolling and crawling, facing the high platform in the middle of the intersection The man with the bazooka shouted: Are you blind?!! Obviously I was going straight!! He changed lanes! He took my seat, why did you bomb my car?!!

Before he finished speaking, the aftermath of the explosion just now seemed to have blown up the car that changed lanes, and the hood of that car also made an explosion sound, and then the flames burst into flames.

The driver who changed lanes also ran out of the car, and the two of them were about to fight, but seeing that the man on the high platform had reloaded the rocket and was aiming at this side, the two The people left cursing, and soon, they met a guy who claimed to be a towing company, and the wreckage of the two vehicles was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

Listen!! To those sons of bitches across the way! Are you deaf? The next green light is for us to go!! Do you hear me?! It's time for us to go!!

Haven't you guys seen the TV show?! Look in my hand! What is this?! Gotham Driver's Manual! See it? You've gone two rounds! It's our turn next time!!

On a row of trucks across from the turntable, a tall and thick tattooed man came down, also holding a rifle in his hand, he gave the middle finger to the yelling man, and said: Your brain is full of shit Is it?! If you want to go, the road to the east is the first! Then we, you have to wait for a while!

Bruce listened to them swearing at each other, he thought hard for a while, and found that his genius brain could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that these two people justly said.

He asked one of the bodyguards behind him, Gotham driver's manual? Do you still have this thing? Go get me a copy.

The bodyguard said: Yes, there is, but it was printed just yesterday, and it is still a handwritten copy. When our mayor wrote this manual, he seemed a little drunk...

But as he said that, he went to find a car, and then got a book. Bruce opened it and saw that what the bodyguard said was indeed true. Even if he drank less than a catty of vodka, he couldn't write such an outrageous book. driver's manual.

It was written in Roy's extremely scribbled font. The mayor also came from a grassroots background and never went to college. Many words were spelled wrong, not to mention the confusing grammar. Some rows are squeezed together, and some rows are far apart.

Bruce turned off his brain, and tried his best to read the driver's manual from the perspective of these mentally retarded people. He found that although the handwriting was scribbled, the content was confusing, and there were more swear words than the text, it made a lot of sense.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver's manual is just one sentence: there are no traffic rules in this rotten place, and any person holding the steering wheel you can see here does not have a legal driver's license. If you want to drive here, you only need to know One thing, just grab the wheel, hit the gas, and pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang, and he picked it up and said, Hello? Oh, Professor... Yes, the internship is going well. I'm at this intersection east of the central roundabout. The road conditions here are not bad. The west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars...

Yes, I also think this practice method is very good. I heard from them that they have memorized at least dozens of proper nouns for mental illness. This is already a miracle. I believe that the final exam can score at least 5 points...

Evans? No...no, he's not directing traffic. He has more important things to do.

Bruce raised his head while talking, and he saw not far away, a man in a black suit who looked like the leader of the Twelve Families was nodding and bowing to Evans, and moved the car that was occupying the road away in a few moments. The congested traffic quickly smoothed out.

Although Bruce said so, in fact, this so-called Gotham Traffic Civilization Day was basically a mess like a mess.

Roy built a small watchtower in the middle of the intersection of each major transportation hub. The traffic guides on it basically had machine guns on their backs and bazookas in their hands.

Under this kind of deterrence, the vast majority of cars are still willing to obey the traffic rules, but the problem is that Gotham does not have a uniform traffic rules at all, and the people here have never learned the rules of traffic avoidance, so Roy is in the same place again. A person who has normally driven in other cities was added to the watchtower to guide.

But in the United States, the traffic rules of almost every state are different, and the content of the driver's handbook is also different, which leads to the different traffic rules used at each intersection.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation of not being able to walk at all, it still cannot meet the needs of logistics operations.

In the teacher's office at Gotham University, Anna, a professor of high mathematics, held her forehead and said helplessly, The error in the calculation of transport capacity is really too big. Do you have any clues? Victor...

Victor looked even worse, two big dark circles almost covered half of his face, if you didn't listen to him and just looked at his current state, you would think that Freeze Man had awakened.

He said: Don't forget, we also have to consider the length of freshness preservation. The freighters on the second pier are all commodities that need to be put into storage urgently. They must have an express channel, otherwise the goods may be damaged. On the third pier There are also fragile items that cannot be driven too fast, and when these cars are added to the center turntable, it will affect the overall speed...

At this time, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Roy rushed in with a gun in his hand and said, How is the logistics system set up? There are more than a dozen big bosses waiting for my news over there. Well, their goods are all backlogged at the pier, and I can't stand it anymore!

We are calculating manually now, have you ever seen artificial speed?

They can add money, any amount is fine! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can come up with the results as soon as possible, business waits for no one! Friends!

Victor put down the documents in his hand and said: Last night, I called some of my old classmates. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to make a price that satisfies them before they will come. Here, you know, this city doesn't have a very good reputation...

Give me their phone numbers, I'm sure you'll be satisfied!

On the other side, as Roy said, most of the leaders of the Twelve Families gathered in a conference room, anxiously waiting for the results of the process. Among them, the leader of the Spencer Family sat in the main seat, and in his hand Take a phone and say:

The items in Warehouse 3 are damaged? Why? Aren't they frozen well?

The temperature detection device didn't work as usual? Then why didn't anyone check it?...Can't read the gauge? Damn! You illiterates! That's my tens of thousands of dollars!!!

The quality of the cryogenic chamber is not good? So what should we do? We kidnapped... No, what about the expert hired with a high salary? Tell him that the salary promised to him was doubled! Let him find a way quickly! Forget it, you let He answered the phone!

Who? Professor Fries? Who is that? Gotham University? No... I can't get in that place. It's the place of the godfather, contract system? Is he very powerful?

...What? A big living person? His wife? No...it doesn't matter!

You mean, he froze a big living person in the freezer, but he can still keep her alive?!

Ha... oh, no... no... I mean, it's such a pity, what a sad love story, God bless the poor lady, I'd like to donate to it, I'll ask tomorrow He comes, you know, I am also a person who believes in love...

At this time, Schiller was sitting in the office of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There was a long line in front of him, and Schiller shouted without raising his head, Next!

A black man with a swollen face walked up, and the piece of paper of the medical certificate was held in his hand, which was no bigger than one of his fingers. He carefully held the medical certificate and handed it to Schiller, who scanned it. With a glance, he said, Congenital polio?? Which guy who doesn't listen to the class wrote this?? Didn't I say to go to the textbook to find the nouns to memorize?

He glanced at the black man and said, Ward No. 3, 2nd floor. Then he picked up a pen and quickly scratched twice on the medical certificate, signed it, wrote another prescription, handed it to the man, and continued to shout: Next!

At this moment, Brand in a white coat rushed in and said, We can't take any more patients! We really can't take any more patients! We don't have any more wards!

Let them squeeze, there are more than 100 people here.

But no matter how crowded it is, it is impossible for a ward to accommodate 30 people!

Schiller looked up and thought for a while and said, Let them go to prison on bail, there is always room in Gotham Prison, right?

Brand was dumbfounded. He said, On parole... what?

But most of them were originally released on parole for medical treatment!

Then set up a medical station in the prison, let... let Bruce pass by, the intern is also a doctor, he has experience, let him apply the model here, go to the prison if there is no room in the hospital, come to the hospital if there is no room in the prison, that's all.

After quickly arranging the rest of the many patients, Schiller returned to the office of Gotham University. It was basically a mess, and all people with a college degree or above were arrested and counted.

In this era without supercomputers, calculating the most perfect logistics route by manpower requires a terribly large amount of calculations, and the leaders Victor and Anna are already going crazy.

Schiller took part in the symbiont because he had a symbiont. In order to avoid traffic jams when he commutes to and from get off work in the future, he would be happy to work overtime here.

But soon, Roy came again. Still holding a gun and a phone in his hand, he rushed into the office in a hurry, and said, Two of the three finances of the city government ran away, and there are One was buried in the sand leaked by a sand truck, and it is still being rescued. Which one of you will go with me? The financial statements are almost piled up!

One of Gotham's local professors said: Not everyone can do this job. Although the mayor's life in Gotham is short, the financial life is not long. Everyone knows what they do...

Upon hearing this, Schiller was no longer sleepy. He rolled up his sleeves and said, Let's go, I'll go with you!

Roy hesitated and said, Please forgive me, professor, but aren't you a professor of psychology? Does psychology have finance?

Of course there is, you know, psychology is all-encompassing, and it just so happens that I have a lot of personal experience with it...

Roy had no choice but to agree dubiously.

The next morning, Roy stood before all the mob family leaders and said, Now I have good news, and bad news.

The good news first, I've heard enough bad news, one of them said. I still have three trucks stuck on Fifth Avenue.

The good news is that if nothing else happens, the city's GDP may surpass the metropolitan area this year and become the number one in the United States.

There was an uproar at the bottom, and the bosses of the gangsters whispered, they said: Why did you get the first place so quickly? My product hasn't been sold yet!

Isn't it still fifth or sixth before? How long has it been? Are you sure there is no problem with the statistics?

Roy waved his hand, signaling them to be calm, and then said, The bad news is that it's not because of the development of our city, but because of a problem with the report.

So now it's up to everyone to decide whether we want to be number one or not.

The rest of the people were even more confused, how big of a problem the report had to be, which would allow them to surpass the Metropolis and directly parachute to No. 1.

To be honest, Roy didn't understand this question either. Anyway, after seeing Schiller sorting out the pile of financial reports all night, he gave him an extremely reasonable but outrageous statistical data.

Then tell him that he is about to become the mayor in the history of urban development in the United States, leading the city's fastest economic development, the most promotion, and the fastest promotion.

Roy said: According to a financial person who did not want to be named, if we become the number one, we will become more famous and increase more investment opportunities. If we do not become the number one...

Roy stuttered, then took out a piece of paper, and read to it: Certain errors that are allowed in the understanding of macroeconomics will bring more control space to the actual data, including the... The means of stabilizing inflated growth, leaving room for ... redundancy in response to crisis shocks, and ...

As he read it, Roy couldn't read it anymore. He said, I'm sorry, I don't know too many words in the following passage. In short, if you don't want this reputation, everyone will have more ...

Roy made a gesture common to gangsters, and all the bosses understood it, and they unanimously chose the latter.

Of course, this must not be for the convenience of official money laundering. The main reason is that the citizens of Gotham do not admire vanity and are humble and low-key.

At this moment, in Gotham Police Station, in Gordon's office, Bruce couldn't hold back anymore. He said, You mean, you want to borrow my bat light? What do you want to use it for?

Gordon was also a little embarrassed, he said: There is no way to do it, I don't know which bastard used his brain yesterday, and actually remodeled the only dilapidated old-fashioned traffic light at the central intersection, causing quite a mess.

That's right, just after the traffic improved a little, there were troubles again.

There are no traffic lights at most intersections in Gotham, because this thing was useless before. Only the big turntable in the most central city still has an old-fashioned traffic light pole.

Although it was useless in the past, under the deterrence of force, Gordon discovered that this thing is indeed much more convenient than relying on shouting.

As a result, most of the traffic in the central city is directed by traffic lights, and the person who circles the watchtower is only responsible for force deterrence.

But it is worthy of Gotham City's simple folk customs. There is never a shortage of ridiculous geniuses in this ridiculous city.

I don't know which little genius in physics and engineering is in the dark in the middle of the night to remodel this old antique traffic light that has been unknown for how many years.

Under the command of the wrong traffic light, the situation of the central turntable yesterday was that after the left side, the right side, the front side, the right side, and the back side, the right side...

At the end of the day, the entire intersection on the right is unimpeded, and the other three intersections can only stare blankly.

Originally, all the drivers in Gotham City are in the late stage of road rage, if everyone can't walk, then that's fine, but when others drive forward one after another, they have to be stuck here, then They will definitely not be happy.

As a result, the center turntable, which had been slightly repaired just now, was almost smashed into ruins again.

Later, the traffic light was repaired again, but this old-fashioned traffic light has basically gone out after so many tosses, and the ordinary traffic light may end up similar to this traffic light. In the evening rush hour, it is basically impossible to survive three hours.

For the citizens of Gotham, such a completely inconspicuous thing is difficult for their crazy brains to distinguish, so Gordon thought of a way, he planned to use the whole power.

So the question is, where is the most powerful light in all of Gotham?

Bruce looked at Gordon speechlessly, and Gordon rubbed his hands together by mistake and said, Actually, this can be regarded as fighting crime. After all, if everyone is shipping goods at night, then most people won't go out to find trouble.

Gordon dragged Bruce to the map of Gotham hanging on the wall, and he said, This is my recent statistics. You see, in the neighborhoods with better traffic conditions, the crime rate has dropped significantly, because gangsters usually look for drivers. They will always find a local driver who is familiar with the route.”

These drivers are basically members of local snake gangs, which are the main force of local crime. Because of the lack of transportation capacity, the gangs are willing to pay a lot of money to hire these people to help them deliver goods overnight. It doesn't matter if they don't have a driver's license. Most of them don't have a driver's license anyway. .”

They drive trucks all night to deliver goods, so of course they don't have much time to go out and commit crimes, and the money they earn from two trips can equal the gains from two months of robbery. Now most of the gangsters who can drive are basically I found a similar job, and I heard that there was also a small gangster who collectively changed jobs and became a truck driver, and they are still recruiting frantically.

In fact, this did not exceed Bruce's expectations. Batman often patrols at night recently, but there is really nothing to patrol recently, because the streets are full of people working.

The truck driver does not rest, so the driver also has to eat and drink. After a night shift, he can go to have a supper, so the restaurants, pubs and roadside stalls do not rest. The restaurants sell out during the day and have to sell them at night If you want to buy things, you need more raw material reserves, you need to hire more drivers to deliver them, and you have to hire more cooks and waiters.

But formal restaurants have rent after all, so the prices of the items they sell will be more expensive, and what the cooks make may not suit the tastes of those gangsters, who are used to eating at roadside stalls since they were young.

So many people who can cook have also set up roadside stalls, and there is no urban management in Gotham, so of course they can set up wherever they want.

With more roadside stalls, the originally small alley became narrower. Most people had to demolish the illegal buildings in front of the building and widen the road to facilitate the formation of the night market.

These night shift drivers have suddenly made a lot of money, so of course they will be keen on spending. Casinos and dance halls don't rest at all. Even bartenders, dancers, and card dealers have to work all night. These people also need more food and drink. Service industry facilities.

In short, the streets near every transportation hub are basically brightly lit in the past few days, and they are more lively than during the day. Once the citizens of Gotham gather together, they will try their best to find excitement and engage in confrontational sports. There are no electronic devices in this era. Games, the way to find excitement is nothing more than playing basketball, football or gathering people to brag.

Who is Batman? He's the Dark Knight of Gotham, with an emphasis on darkness.

In which alley near the main road do you go now, at the beginning is a group of folk football masters shouting there, and at the end is a group of truck drivers sitting around the table in Maza, eating hype and blowing hype. A street is full of wires, all kinds of light strings are hung between street lamps and lampposts, and high-power spotlights are hung in the air to illuminate the ground. As soon as Batman landed from the dark roof, he was caught Akira was stunned.

Because the streets near these transportation hubs are too busy, Batman has little room to play, so he walks to those more remote and less crowded streets.

But commercial gatherings bring not only the prosperity of the market, but also the flow of population. Even the most vulnerable groups in Gotham, such as single mothers with children, can find a plate in those restaurants that are open all night Or the job of washing dishes.

The strong labor force generally goes to work that earns more money. The restaurant is short of manpower, and I wish more people would do this kind of work. The people of Gotham City do not exist in isolation. Basically, a group has connections. Many disadvantaged groups living in more remote and distant places will find a nearby bustling night market and do odd jobs there. Even if they just pick up garbage, they can earn one or two dollars, which is enough for them to eat. Dinner is over.

However, since the place where they live is far away from the place where they work, it will delay their working time, so most of them will move to a closer place.

The rent of the house near this kind of place will be more expensive, but the landlord is not stupid. He originally rented a room to one person for 100 US dollars, but now he divides the room into three, and each person lives in it. People charge $50, he can earn $50 more, and those people will be grateful to Dade.

As a result, a large number of landlords in the night market streets began to divide their houses into smaller ones, and those disadvantaged groups didn't care how small and shabby their rooms were, anyway, they wouldn't be any more shabby than where they used to live.

Then the gangsters who manage and rule this street find that if they can create more rooms like this, they can attract more outsiders, improve the efficiency of the operation of the entire street, and receive more protection. fee.

So they began to take the initiative to convert the attics or some vacant rooms in their own properties into smaller apartments, which were specially prepared for these outsiders who were attracted by the property.

Some poor ghosts really have no money, and the gangsters allow them to live in first, and then pay off their debts every month. Some gangsters who are in urgent need of employment don’t even ask for interest. If you work for me on this street, not only will I not charge you interest, but I will also give you a subsidy. Anyway, what I earn is not your rent.

Then Batman discovered that the nearest Gotham has become strangely quiet. With the transportation hub as the center, various night markets radiate outward, and new business districts have gradually developed.

In these new business districts, few people will cause trouble, because in the past, if you killed two people in a dark alley, the police may not find it for a long time, and even if you know some special skills, it may be a big problem. It became a mystery.

But in this kind of lively night market, this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen. Even when playing football, whoever hacked someone's kick can spread throughout the block the next day. If you rob on the spot, then you Better hope the cops come fast, or the local gangsters are sure to shove you down the drain.

Because if you kill people in the street, it will take time to wash the floor, right? When the police came to investigate, they had to cooperate with the investigation, and the witnesses around them had to be summoned again in turn. How much time would this take? How much turnover is lost? How much less protection fees do I have to charge?

It’s okay if you are far away, the gangsters may not bother to care about it, but at such a short distance, there are more than a dozen gangster thugs patrolling on a street, and you have just pulled out your gun here, and before you say the word robbery, there may be blood on your body. There are already more than a dozen holes.

Business is business, and Gotham's tradition of shooting first and then questioning cannot be lost.

In this way, in one dark night after another, Batman stood alone on the top of the building, watching the dark nights that had been dimly lit and began to be lit up slowly. Now, he is standing on the top of the Wayne Building, Gotham's oldest building. In the center and the highest place, thousands of lights are under his feet.

He thought, maybe he witnessed a miracle so close, this chaotic and terrible city that could not be saved, began to germinate and grow in chaos, and then a strange and wonderful flower bloomed.

It blooms wantonly in the dark night, without concealing its chaos and malice, Batman thought, this black flower will still open towards the sun, but it is just a black sun.

And he, and Batman, Batman felt no defeat, a new power surged within him, a new thought, a thought wider than night and vengeance, came to him for the first time. heart.

He had a wonderful premonition that this world, this universe, just like Gotham, was changing for something.

And next time, he thought, in this miraculous change, he would no longer be a bystander, but must be a participant.

He watched as the night came again, and the lights gradually turned on one by one, and then, apart from the cold wind and darkness above this high altitude, flickering light spots began to spread rapidly on the streets until they lit up the entire city.

Right here, right now, this bat, alone above the city, feels that he has finally learned how to light a lamp.

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