The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The cold rain at night in Gotham always makes this modern metropolis look crumbling, and every night here is precarious.

In the lush steel jungle, one pair after another of eyes reminds people of beasts in the rainforest, the guns are like fangs, and ambition is like claws.

In the dark alley, the arcs of the high beam headlights groped forward along the wet wall. The huge headlights of the truck were like ghost eyes burning with flames. The owner of the auto repair shop blocked his eyes with his arm.

Damn it! Is it that poor guy Vincent? The skinny, skinny car repair shop owner dropped the wrench in his hand and stood up, swearing a series of obscenities, he yelled He said: Those poor people should die in the sewer, don't come to me for food, a bunch of damn dirty bedbugs!

But when the truck came in front of him, the owner of the auto repair shop narrowed his eyes. He saw a pale face in the driver's seat. The driver's lips were painted red, and his mouth parted, revealing a horrified smile.

The owner of the car repair shop hurriedly took a few steps back, and ran into the house in a panic.

The wrench he just dropped just happened to trip him up, causing him to fall like a dog. Even lying on the ground, he tried his best to crawl away from the door, as if a ghost was chasing him.

Clown truck! That legend is true!!! The owner of the auto repair shop screamed: There is really a killer clown driving a truck!!!

No...no!!! Don't kill me, I didn't offend you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!! Don't do that!!

Drip, drip, drip...

There was a regular sound, and the owner of the car repair shop ran towards the back door in a f*cking manner, but the moment he approached the back door, the whole car repair shop exploded.

It is impossible for all the living creatures in the entire store to withstand the impact of a large amount of explosives exploding. In an instant, they turned into coke.

The sea of ​​flames engulfed half of the street. On rainy nights, the raging fire became more and more intense. The power of nature could not withstand the terrible desire of human beings to destroy. Such absurd scenes would only appear in this dark city.

Fire danced in Batman's eyes, lighting up his dark suit.

His mask and cloak turned into two completely different colors, the bright part was not bright enough, because he came late, in this violent explosion, he failed to save anyone, but the dark part was not enough either Dark, because behind him now are the lights of Gotham.

Batman jumped down to chase the murderer of this murder, the clown killer who only exists in urban legends.

As his cloak passed over the building's windows, shadows fell over Copperpot's face, but disappeared again.

Looking at the mess on the opposite street, Cobot lowered his head expressionlessly. He held a bottle of medicine in his hand. After unscrewing the bottle, he took out one and threw it into his mouth.

Don't we need to do something? Boss? Another man who looked older than Cobblepot but was still a teenager asked standing not far from him. Judging by his appearance, he should be specially Postman delivering letters.

Cobblepot didn't answer his question, and his eyes fell on the hand that unscrewed the bottle cap.

The fingers of that hand were slender and skinny, but when it clenched into a fist, it showed a sense of strength.

You know what? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew the cap of this bottle. I felt weak and weak at times, but that's not surprising because I seldom eat hot food and I'm rarely full.

Speaking of this, Cobbot laughed dryly twice, his face was very sinister, so when he laughed, he was also a little frightened.

But his subordinates are used to it, he said: Yes, I am the same, if it is not enough to eat, who would be so thin?

No... This is a joke, you should laugh... because a year ago, I couldn't have owned this bottle, and the price of this bottle of medicine is enough for me to eat well for a month.

Perhaps it was the common sense of humor among Gotham teenagers, the teenage postman actually laughed, and he said: Yeah, I almost forgot, how can a kid in Gotham afford this drug? Mental illness? We just You will get mentally ill because you are too poor!

So, is it because you are so rich that you have this extra sympathy? Coppert turned his head slightly, looking out the window at the still burning street.

Amidst the flames, a dark figure was fighting the fire.

Batman's cloak was burned, and he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body, but the charred charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, weakening the luster that was unique to luxury.

If you're as rich as Wayne, then you can be as compassionate as him, but the question is, will we be richer than him? Cobblepot looked at the figure of Batman and said, Like this Like a guy, the money he used to repair his own clothes is enough to feed the children of the whole city.

That's why many people in this city don't like Batman. They feel that he has too much. If they have as much as him, they will do more. He pressed his fingers against the glass of the window.

The firelight illuminated his pale fingers in a warm color, but it didn't make him feel warm, because the flame was too far away, and the light here only had brightness, not heat.

But in reality, they're not going to do it, and if they had everything Wayne had, they'd be worse off than him, and that's why, the city doesn't need to be saved.

I think I have enough now. The postman boy sighed and said, So it doesn't matter if I have him or not.

Don't you want to be as rich as Wayne? Copperpot asked.

Of course I want to, everyone wants to, but we all know that this is impossible, but if I am really as rich as him, I will not donate money to others, I will leave all the money to I will not give a single point to anyone else.

Yeah, we all think so, Cobot replied, but then he looked at Batman and said, But the millionaire thinks we're selfish bad guys, and he's the good guy.

Don't be kidding! The postman boy gritted his teeth and said, Don't talk about being as rich as Wayne, even if I have a hundred dollars now, I will definitely hide it in a place where no one can find it. Only I can use it, and no one can take it away from me!

Have you ever had a hundred dollars? asked Copperpot.

Of course not. The postman boy rolled his eyes and said, I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. They will eat everything in sight. I have made enough money, but they will eat it up too. Now I don't have ten cents on me.

I'll teach you a method that can make you a hundred dollars very quickly. Do you want to try it? Cobbot asked again.

Of course! Boss, tell me quickly. I already knew that if you listen to you, you will definitely make money. You are the smartest among us! The postman boy said expectantly.

Now, you run down, get some black ash from the pile of burnt wood, smear it on your face and body, and then sit there crying, and soon, you will see the banknotes floating in front of you, that one The rich man will not be stingy with this little money. Cobblepot sneered.

But suddenly, the postman boy hesitated. He stood still for dozens of seconds without moving. Cobblepot turned to look at him and asked, Why don't you go?

I don't want to beg. The postman boy showed a trace of fear on his face. He said, Only those children who are born with disabilities or who are too young will do this kind of work. It's too scary.

But I have already dealt with those 'moms and dads' who abused their children. What are you still afraid of? Cobblepot asked.

No, it has nothing to do with that. The postman boy shook his head and said, If it weren't for the fact that there is no other way, the kids in Gotham wouldn't want to beg.

Once you get on your knees and ask people for money, they will understand that you are a juicy chicken leg.

They will know that you are desperate. You can't resist any of their actions. As long as you kneel on the side of the road and ask for money, it's like saying to everyone, 'I'm easy to bully'.

That will send you to hell. The voice of the postman boy began to tremble, he swallowed his saliva and continued: I have seen... seen them being... I can't do that, no one wants to do that , No one in Gotham can show weakness, otherwise, we will be swallowed by the devil.

When we were strong, we were one of the devils, and we would beat up and even shoot the puny postman kids, but we all knew that if we were weak, we would be beaten too, so we You have to be fierce, once you kneel down to anyone, you are dead.

The postman boy swallowed again, he hesitated, but Cobblepot said, What do you want to say? Tell me.

The postman boy showed a somewhat fearful expression, although he was taller than Cobblepot, he still lowered his head and muttered: Actually, when you killed those parents who exploited and begged children, we all knew that they might It's over.

Because those parents are not only bullying and abusing them, but also protecting them. For the sake of parents, those people will not go too far, at least they will not kill them, but if they are gone The leaders, even if they are not killed, will starve to death.

Now, where are they? asked Copperpot.

I don't know, they are too young to play with us. The postman boy raised his eyes and glanced at Coppert's expression with some fear, and said, However, they should not be dead. I am not in the garbage truck or Their bodies were seen on trucks heading out of town.

It's okay if you don't know, I know.

Coppert turned his head and glanced across the street for the last time. The flames there were about to be extinguished. Batman's expensive equipment was indeed powerful, but at this time, it had been worn out.

Coppert left the building, followed a side door of the underground parking lot, and walked into an underground passage. There was no light in the dark underground passage. The postman boy trembled a little. He was not afraid of people, but he was afraid of ghosts.

Through the passage, I came to another underground parking lot. I went out from an exit of the underground parking lot, passed through the dark and narrow alley, and then went down into a cellar, and then came to an abandoned basement in a twisted and twisted way.

Because of his occupation, the postman boy has a good sense of direction. He said, This seems to be the bar owned by old Robert? Is it the basement of the bar?

That's right, it's here, do you smell the wine? Cobblepot looked up at the ceiling, where there was still some rainwater leaking, and he said, That old red-haired guy, because of the water leaking here, so Don't use it anymore.

As soon as he opened the door to the basement, the postman boy saw many children who were much younger than him.

Many of these children are only about six or seven years old. Each of them is thin and small, and their skin is rough and dark. It seems that they are exposed to the sun and the sun on weekdays, and they are not full of food.

At this time, they were all wolfing down large pieces of bread. Although they were eating in a hurry, they were still orderly. Standing in front of them to share the bread was a black man wearing a red jacket who looked about the same age as Coppert.

Oh, Cobbot, here you are. Today's bread has been distributed. Do you want a piece? The black man came over and said with a smile.

Coppert shook his head, looked up at him and said, The red truck? What about you? Where are the tires?

He went to help her mother with work, so I'm here today. After the red truck finished speaking, he looked back at the group of children.

Everyone was working hard, and the room was filled with the sound of gobbling. These children hardly made any noise, because they probably didn't even have the strength to speak loudly.

Perennial hunger has left more than half of the children here suffering from severe malnutrition. Many of them still have scars from being abused. Some are even disabled, losing fingers and toes, and some even have difficulty walking.

Okay, have you finished eating? Later, someone will come to see you, please sit down. Now, I will give you a name, in case the doctor will not be able to tell who you are...

Those with names come out first and stand over there. Those without names stand in a row here. Remember the pronunciation I told you. Later, if anyone can't say their name, they will take it next time. No more bread.

After the red truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two rows. They didn't make any noise, they just bowed their heads silently and followed suit.

After a while, the door to the basement rang twice, and many children began to tremble.

An umbrella came in first, a black umbrella. The tip of the umbrella pushed open the door of the basement. Rainwater flowed from the tip of the umbrella to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.

The black leather shoes stepped on the wet concrete floor and made a da da sound. Just when the hearts of all the children were in their throats, a professor in a black suit appeared outside the door.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and said to the back:

Why do you smell burnt? What did you just do? Batman?