Chapter 2853: Crooked way

Chapter 2853

In the process of falling, the death knell's armor changed its style, and the host instantly changed into a long windbreaker and suit that matched the age, as well as a pair of bright leather shoes and a pair of soft black leather gloves.

But even if the leather shoes were walking on the ground and making a clear sound, the boy who was in a coma between the corpses of his parents still did not respond, as if he was dead.

When he came closer, Bruce had tears and snot on his face, and he was still blowing bubbles as he breathed.

The night approaching autumn was a little bit cool, and Martha’s pearls were scattered all over the place in a pool of blood, and the street lights flickered brightly, but that was because of the shadows of the wings left by the bats when they were chasing moths.

The crouching death knell shook his head speechlessly, and let the strangulated little tentacles check the situation of the husband and wife.

"Huh."

The strangulation means that these two people are undoubtedly dead.

"What should we do?" Lori kindly moved the boy away from the corpse, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, then looked up at the death knell who lowered his head and lit his cigarette.

"Fur, of course, I called the police. After all, this is the murder scene." The death knell bypassed the corpse, took Bruce to the entrance of the alley, and leaned on the trash can: "Although Gotham at this point in time is ruled by several big families, But the Wayne and his wife can be regarded as the face of the city, they are dead, the police should be able to come within eight hours."

Almost, anyway, in Su Ming's memory, whether it is a comic or a series like "Gotham", there are cryptic time expressions. After all, one family has fallen, and other families have to discuss how to divide their interests, right?

The Wayne family was killed after watching the midnight movie, and when the police and the butler arrived, it was dawn.

Little Bruce sat among the corpses of his parents and watched the bats all night.

"Wait? Eight hours?"

The wide-eyed Lori stretched out her hand and scratched her face. She lived in the superhero era and didn't know what Gotham was at this time.

Su Ming nodded with a calm face, walked to the public telephone booth outside the alley, pulled down the creaky glass door under the street lamp, picked up the receiver and listened to the mechanical busy tone.

When he found that there were some change coins in his pocket, he almost laughed at Bruce's good fortune.

"Yes, in this era, the police do not have the final say on whether the police want to dispatch the police, but the gangsters. Without their permission, you think of the police? Then the police car will run out of gas, the partner will have diarrhea, and the leader will not give it. Instruction, the warehouse does not give police guns, the receiving station does not give directions and so on. It will happen. Do you want to be a good policeman? Then be a good policeman under this'order'. Besides, the eight-hour work system is no problem. Well, the Gotham police only need to arrive within eight hours after the incident.

"It's not the eight-hour work that I understand like this!" The girl was left with helpless complaints.

Toward her smiling death knell stretched out his fingers to turn the dial of the phone, he didn't need to tilt his head to clamp the receiver, because the strangulated little bean sprouts helped him hold it.

"911, what's the matter?" There was an impatient voice like a menopausal aunt on the other end of the phone.

"Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne were murdered in the alley near the Park Street Theater in the East Side." Su Ming was holding a cigarette pod in one hand, and turning the phone booth in the other. Yellow Pages: "No matter who you are with, tell the people above that the Wayne family may have fallen, but the Kane family still exists, so hurry up and send out the police."

In this era, this alley is not called Crime Alley, but Park Street Back Alley.

"Who are you?" The attitude on the other end of the phone was much more correct, and the voice changed back to a girlish voice.

"Ordinary enthusiastic citizen." Su Ming held up the phone, turned and walked out of the small pavilion, and returned to Lorui: "Okay, let's wake up the child and let him watch the bat well and be a Batman in the future."

As he said, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket and poured it on the boy's face.

The cold water awakening method is effective most of the time, so little Bruce also woke up with a violent cough, as if he was still alive in a dream, hoping that the death of his parents was just a nightmare.

But the corpse not far away shattered his fantasy, and he was stunned.

"Don't be in a daze, Master Wayne, stand up." The death knell lifted him up and pressed him against the wall, because the boy's legs were like noodles, and he had no strength at all. He seemed to kneel when he let go.

Lori sighed. She used a magic to let the shadow support the boy not to fall, and by the way, use the cold brought by the shadow to help him stay awake.

The death knell squatted down, put the smoke in his hand into the boy’s mouth, and squeezed his nostrils to let him breathe with his mouth: "In this case, you need a little nicotine help. This will calm you down. Come on. , Let's take another sip of vodka, black Alice, burn him with a hot sight."

"Hot sight can't be used to burn your head?! Why do you feel smoking and drinking is a set meal? Why are you so proficient?!" With the influx of memories from other timelines, Lori is equal to getting along with the death knell After an endless time, Tucao became more and more proficient at this time.

"Will it be hot to wrap it with tin foil?" Su Ming touched his chin, UU reading www. uukanshu. com let the strangulation change hands to feed the young master "cake".

"No! Not to mention tin foil, lead sheets are not good... But if you wrap it with promethium metal, maybe you can try it." Lori's tone changed, and then his big eyes fell on Bruce's head.

The boy used to be a good boy. Although the family is rich, he is not Tony Stark. He doesn't touch anything like tobacco or alcohol.

For these things, an inexperienced person suddenly took a few mouthfuls, and he suddenly became dizzy.

But let’s not say, there is a saying in the East that makes wine strong and courageous. After half a bottle of vodka is poured, how can Bruce feel any fear? He wanted the bats flying under the street lamp to come down quickly, and he wanted to practice with them.

However, the death knell caught the red-faced little Bruce, and let him see the bodies of his parents by mistake, which brought the pain back to his mind with reason.

I have to say that Batman is talented, and he quickly calmed down. Although his eyes still had unconcealed sadness, at least he wasn't the kind of crying to die.

"Who are you? Hiccups!"

He asked about the tall one-eyed man with his arms around him, but kept his eyes fixed on the black tentacles that danced like a swarm of snakes.

"Although you may have no memory, I am a good friend of Thomas and Martha, and your godfather. Unfortunately, I came a step late and did not save them. In this way, you will call me'father' in the future. "

The death knell of evil taste came and opened his mouth. Although his face was full of pain, the strangling tentacles behind him were like the tail of a devil, swaying quickly with tobacco and alcohol...

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