Chapter 707 - Let's Go Do a Live Broadcast
Not only did Claire vividly describe the scene of Instructor Harry’s traffic accident, she also described how he was “revered” after he returned to the police academy.
Now, whenever he heard a cow moo, Instructor Harry would feel uncomfortable all over.
There weren’t any cows at the police academy, but with a master ventriloquist around, the sound of a cow’s moos would ring out in the school every now and then.
They didn’t stop eating and chatting until late at night.
Before Claire went to bed, Luke gave her something that looked like a watch.
The little monkey looked at it curiously. “Why isn’t there a brand?”
Luke said, “I made it. It’s not a watch, even if it also tells the time.”
Claire nodded and put it on. “It doesn’t look bad, but the style is too masculine.”
Luke said helplessly, “It can detect and record your body data.”
Claire found that odd. “Why are you giving me this?”
Luke said, “Seeing how you lack nutrition, I might be able to make you grow taller.”
Claire hit him unhappily. “I’m not short!”
After that, she still couldn’t help but ask, “Can I really grow taller?”
Luke said, “This is just a monitoring device, not one for treatment. Even doctors have to do a check first before they treat an illness, alright?”
Claire said resentfully, “You’re lying to a kid.”
That being said, she obediently put on the monitoring device and went to bed.
Luke smiled.
Although the little monkey was full of energy, she was only 1.67 meters tall. She was half a head shorter than Selina, and a full head shorter than Luke.
She had always envied Selina’s long legs.
Luke could only be glad that she had never met Vanessa, or she would go crazy with jealousy.
The next day, he went to work as usual.
In the afternoon, however, he received a call from Professor Lawrence Hayes. After a brief conversation, his expression turned solemn.
After he hung up, Selina couldn’t help but ask, “Will there really be another earthquake?”
As he drove, Luke said, “That is Lawrence’s prediction.”
Looking at the scenery outside the window, Selina sighed. “I hope he’s wrong this time.”
Luke didn’t say anything and simply sent messages to Jenny and Claire.
That night, Professor Lawrence Hayes returned home, exhausted.
He had looked for all the people he could today, and even pulled some strings, but nobody dared to help him out.
He had already done his best.
Even though he knew that a catastrophe was right around the corner, he had no way of letting anyone else know.
He didn’t turn on the lights when he entered the house. He simply threw his bag to the side and went into the kitchen in a daze. He picked up a cup and opened the fridge.
Then, he just stood there, still thinking of ways to get the warning out.
“How long are you going to stand there for?” A cold mechanical voice rang out, scaring Lawrence so much that he dropped the glass.
A black shadow flashed over and kicked out so that the glass cup landed lightly on the table next to him.
Lawrence looked at the person in front of him in surprise. “You’re… Batman?”
Luke said, “I know you, Professor Lawrence Hayes. You said something you shouldn’t have on TV the other day. You’re now on the station’s blacklist.”
“That’s right. They don’t dare let me do a live broadcast anymore.” Lawrence smiled bitterly and didn’t care about the black giant anymore. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the table next to him.
“I’ve been paying attention to you. I heard that your research has produced new results, right?” said the black giant.
Lawrence twisted the cap off and said in frustration, “The earthquake I mentioned last time really is coming, but nobody is willing to help me.”
The black giant asked, “Do you want to get the word out to everyone?”
Stunned for a moment, Lawrence paused in raising the bottle, and the wine was about to spill.
Luke kicked the bottle back onto the table. “I can help you, but are you willing to pay the price?”
Lawrence: “What price? I don’t have much money. I can only get together over a hundred thousand at most…”
“Have you ever heard me ask anyone for money?” The black giant waved his hand. “The price is this: If your prediction is wrong, you’ll go to prison, and those who suffered losses for no reason will curse and deride you like crazy.”
After a brief silence, Lawrence shook his head. “Since I dared say it last time, I’m not scared this time.”
Luke said, “That’s because the earthquake really happened after the last live broadcast, but will it happen again?”
Lawrence said firmly, “The data I gathered is clear: It’ll happen again in the next 72 hours. I’m sure of it!”
The black giant was silent for a moment, his dark red lenses flashing, before he finally said, “Then, have you prepared what you’re going to wear for the live broadcast? I think you should at least change into a clean set of clothes so that people will more readily believe you.”
Lawrence looked down at his wrinkled and smelly shirt and was embarrassed. “Give me ten minutes.”
…
Fifteen minutes later, Lawrence clutched his stomach and tried his best not to piss his pants as he shouted, “Hey, can’t we take a cab or something?”
Luke jumped again with Lawrence hanging from a buckle in his hands and glided toward the ABC TV station not far away. “Do you think I can take a cab to the TV station dressed like this?”
Lawrence tried not to look at the streets and buildings that flashed by as he roared, “I think that if you were willing to call ahead, the TV station would have sent a car to pick us up.”
After a brief silence, Luke said, “Batman isn’t omnipotent. If someone dresses up like this next time and runs over to give fake news, should the people believe it or not?”
Lawrence wasn’t stupid; a fool wouldn’t have been able to become a professor at the California Institute of Technology.
He had never considered the matter of how Batman could prove that he was Batman.
Now that Batman had brought it up, Lawrence just needed to do a simple and logical analysis to know why this person, who should be the real Batman, wasn’t willing to use his identity to issue an earthquake warning, even if it would be simpler than Lawrence stepping forward, and easier to win people’s trust.
Soon, they landed on the top of the building.
Lawrence: “What do we do now?”
Luke said, “Go down and find a studio for you to do a live broadcast.”
Lawrence: “Huh?”
Is doing a live broadcast that simple? Are you kidding me? The professor cursed inwardly, but followed him obediently.
Without any hesitation, Luke went straight to a studio.
It was currently doing a 9PM talk show. The host was a middle-aged Caucasian man with a serious-looking face, but his words when he spoke were much lighter.
The host who was called Colin was a famous talk show host in America.
The talk show named after him was one of the most popular shows in Los Angeles as well as the rest of America, even if each episode was only ten minutes long.
