Momoji

"Master Wayne." Mr. Alfred, the conscientious butler of Wayne Manor, pushed the dining cart in, "It's time for you to have breakfast." His little master stayed up all night.

"Afu." Looking at the disagreement in the old butler's eyes, Bruce smiled at the other party. "Don't worry." He would not fall down easily.

"Your face is not good." I don't know how many times I have persuaded my little master over the years. Ah Fu knew that he couldn't help but nag, "Why might you take a break at home today?" Last night, Gotham police received a message that someone planned to rob the central bank's vault, but it was a false alarm.

"There is a board today." Shaking his head, Bruce picked up the knife and fork, "I have to go to a banquet tonight." Neither Bruce Wayne nor Batman could rest casually.

"You really have to pay attention to your health." Faced with the stubbornness of his little master, Alfred could only persuade him in vain.

"Don't worry, I know." After taking a sip of Afu's carefully prepared black tea, Bruce rubbed his forehead. "But I do have a bad premonition these days..."

*

"Senior sister, here." Standing under the school bus, Peter waved desperately to the senior sister who was walking over from afar.

"Peter, I think you'd better give up." Ned, who has been a good gay friend since high school, first looked at the friend standing beside him, then turned to see the senior sister who was walking over. Then, he shook his head helplessly. "You can't catch up with senior sister Dorothy." The style of the senior sister and her gay friend was completely different.

"Unless you tell her that you are Spider-Man, I'll see you two have no chance." A cold wind blew, and Ned, wearing a down jacket, was trembling with coldness.

"Can you not hit me?" Peter confronted Ned and asked the other party to keep a lighter voice. "Don't let people hear it." His Spider-Man's vest cannot fall off.

"I mean it." Covered her mouth, Ned glanced left and right, sure no one heard what she said just now. "A beauty of senior Dorothy level won't like a thin nerd. I've inquired, and she hasn't agreed to any suitor since she went to college." After emphasizing, Ned shook his head, "Peter, I probably can't unless you tell her you are the Avenger."

"You..." Peter, who was squeezed by good friends over and over again, was so itchy that he wanted to hit the other person, but at this time the senior sister had already walked closer. "Hi, good morning, senior sister." The little spider stood up quickly.

"Good morning, Peter." Dorothy nodded at Spider-Man, then turned her head to a strange boy standing beside the other party. "This is..." She had not recognized all members of the new club.

"I'm Ned."

"This is Ned Leeds." Peter and Ned spoke at the same time.

"I'm glad to know you, Ned." Shaking hands with the boy, Dorothy smiled at Ned, who was blushing.

"Ah, senior sister, we have taken you a good placeヾ(≧o≦)ニ" Ned said snatching the words, and then was hit hard by his gay friend.

*

Dorothy is here to participate in the club activities today.

As it turned out, the day before yesterday was just used by Iron Man to tease her. When she walked out of the interrogation room, she realized that Thor and Loki had already returned to Asgard.

Naturally, she doesn't have to duel with Thunder God as to whether she is a scumbag or a girlfriend:)

Sitting down at a window in the middle of the bus, Peter and Ned sat in front of her in a row, next to her a blackheaded girl from the School of Philosophy, claiming to be Catherine. The club she joined is a fellow group that combines tourism and photography. The group activity of the club is to decide on a certain destination on a certain day, and then everyone who has time to go out together, help each other take photos, and share local food. Although the club size is not large in school, the activity content is interesting, the time is flexible, and it is also very popular among students.

"Senior sister, have you been to Gotham?" Ned turned around and lay on the back of the chair. He didn't dare to look at his senior sister in front of him. Unexpectedly, he would be able to talk to senior sister Doroth one day.

Their destination today is Gotham.

"No." Dorothy has been to many places in the past four years, but she has never been to Gotham. "But I heard that Gotham's security has improved a lot over the years because of Batman." Although the crime rate is still among the top in the United States, Gotham's reputation has indeed improved a lot over the years.

"I've been there." Catherine, who had been sitting next to Dorothy, continued. "I studied there for a year in high school." After a pause, he probably saw that Dorothy and the other three turned their eyes to her. Catherine continued, "The criminals in Gotham are afraid of Batman." After saying this, Catherine stopped talking again.

Dorothy noticed that the blackheaded girl around her seemed to not like being noticed, so she thoughtfully turned her eyes away. "The significance of Batman to Gotham is probably like the Avengers to New York."

Ned's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, yes, the Avengers are really the patron god of our New York people." Under the cover of the chair, he elbowed Peter beside him, and Ned winked at his good friend. "Senior sister, which Avenger do you like the most?" After saying that, before Dorothy answered, Ned continued on his own. "I like Spider-Man the most, you don't know. Spider-Man once saved my life." He is really the best wingman of the year.

"Ned..." Peter whispered to stop his gay friend. Although the senior sister didn't know that he was Spider-Man, she praised her in front of her...

"That was when we went to Washington to participate in a science competition in the second grade of high school..." Ned lay on the back of the chair, with a rich expression and vivid tone to describe to Dorothy how the hero Spider-Man, who was smart and brave, was not afraid of danger. He stood up without using the DC police and FBI, and bravely rescued the students of Midtown High School trapped in the elevator regardless of their personal safety. He was later crazy about the students of all high school students.

The bizarre plot and bold words opened their eyes to Dorothy and the students in the car.

"...Peter, do you think Spider-Man is particularly handsome?" He patted Peter's shoulder heroically, and Ned was bathed in the amazement eyes of all the classmates in the car, and proudly squeezed his good friend's eyes at his good friend - thank him. He was showing his goodwill in front of his senior sister.

"Uh, yes." Peter's face was burned by Ned's praise.

"I really didn't expect Spider-Man to be so powerful." A classmate who was successfully fooled by Ned couldn't help but sigh, "I always thought that the most powerful people in the Avengers were Captain and Iron Man."

In Ned's version, Spider-Man's handsome index obviously surpasses the two giants of the Avengers.

The students' discussions on the level heroes sounded in the tourist bus for a while. Dorothy couldn't help but fall into deep thought as she listened to the Peter x Ned duo who was talking in front of her and was committed to helping Spider-Man.

I really didn't expect Spider-Man to be so narcissistic.

#I am the dividing line of Peter crying when he was cheated but didn't know it#

The overall architecture of Gotham tends to be a combination of Gothic and modern architecture. The church with pointed roofs and arches on one side of the road is inlaid with stained glass depicting religious stories, while the other side of the road is a very modern skyscraper. This kind of interlude will not make people feel confused, but it will have the illusion that time will stop at some point.

Dorothy held up her camera and placed the 15th-century church in the view frame.

"Everyone, it's time for us to go back to the hotel." After watching the time, a senior from the School of Philosophy began to greet the students to get in the car and return to the hotel.

This time the club activity is to stay in Gotham for one night and then leave by bus at noon tomorrow.

"I'm going back so early?" Ned was a little unhappy.

"It's almost dark, we have to enter the hotel before it's dark." Peter kept paying attention to Dorothy's location. If the senior sister encounters any danger, he can also help.

After all, just now in the car, my senior sister praised him (Spider-Man).o(*￣︶￣*)o

"Senior sister, it's time to get in the car and go back to the hotel." Leaving Ned, Peter trotted over and enthusiastically helped Dorothy take her backpack and deliver it to the car.

"Thank you." Although Spider-Man, who unexpectedly likes to flatter himself, was indeed a good kid.

Imperial State University and a group of 20 people came to Gotham for a short trip to strive for safety first. So before it was dark, they arrived at the hotel they booked - the Gotham Hotel under the Wayne Group. But after all, it was still early and they were all young people, so it was impossible to stay in the room and not go out.

The 23rd floor of the hotel is a bar open to customers. Currently, Imperial State University has 20 people in it.

"You can't drink a kid." Dorothy tapped the counter with her fingers and asked the bartender to change the juices for Peter and Ned - among the 2o people who came today, there were only these two underages. "Gotham's laws are stricter than New York." As for herself, it was a low-degree cocktail.

Peter and Ned looked at each other and were a little afraid to look up. The senior sister changed into a black backless dress, with her golden head raised high, and just now she had clean and neatly knocked out five men to meet her.

Looking at myself, Peter and Ned were a little discouraged.

At this time, the sixth person who met him appeared.

"Good evening." The tall man held a glass of strong wine in one hand, stepped on his long legs, and sat down next to the girl. "Doros". He touched the cocktail glass in Dorothy's hand with the cup.

"Bruce Wayne?!"

Peter and Ned exclaimed in surprise.

*

"Are you all ready?" A gloomy voice sounded in the darkness.

“Everything is ready.”

"You don't think that if you bring me to the scene of the crime, you can change my mind immediately. Join you." I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Dorothy always feels that there is a sweet fishy smell in the living room now. This smell makes her feel disgusted.

"Of course not." The man in a white coat spoke this time, who was the person in charge of the operation. The reason why Baudelaire stayed here was just to win the trust of his new partners. "We hope that you can have an intuitive feeling." If you can't experience your own life, how can you resonate with them?

"What do you feel?" Yu Guangli, Howard Toms, whose arm was sawed off, was gone. Dorothy only saw a pile of red things on the carpet. She withdrew her gaze and pretended not to see anything.

The heart was beating wildly, and Dorothy felt two villains in her brain, one was trying hard to make her run, and the other was telling her that she had to remain calm at this time to ensure safety.

"Feel justice." The smile on the man in the white coat was gentle and polite from beginning to end. "One is a top student who was born with a good future, and the other is a problem girl who dropped out of high school and worked as a waiter in a bar. In addition to the disappointing court, do you know how much criticism, accusations, abuse and insults that girl received before her death?"

Dorothy didn't respond. This society is already more harsh on women, so she is not surprised.

"Maybe there was no physical torture, but she suffered only a lot of cruel whipping mentally. So we chose Mr. House for Howard Thoms." Howard Thoms was dismembered by House, and finally his internal organs and bones were sealed into the barrel.

"Toms suffered as painfully as his victims, and finally died." The man in the white coat seemed very proud.

"Then you call this justice."

This is probably the worst time that justice has been hacked?

A group of psychologically distorted thugs do things that are no different from those of the murderer in the name of justice. Then they say with confidence that they are just avenging their victims.

A group of people found an excellent fig leaf to cover their foreheads, and used it to vent their dark thoughts in their hearts, and then called them just.

It's really disgusting.

"Aren't you saying that you are helping the victim's girl revenge?" Dorothy leaned back against the sand. She could feel that the effect of the medicine had subsided and her strength came back. "What's the name of that girl? Well? What's the name of the girl who was raped by Toms and committed suicide in the end?"

Dorothy raised her chin slightly and stared at the old professor and the man in white coat opposite her questioningly.

As she expected, both men were stunned and could not answer at all.

"Your justice is really casual." Dorothy sneered.

The living room was quiet again. Except for House's sound of handling the body, the remaining three people who were still alive did not make any sound.

After waiting for a while, the man in the white coat suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it, then put it back, and then he exchanged glances with Baudelaire.

"Then let's get here today." I know that it's impossible to convince the girl today, and the white coat is not entangled - young people are always a little arrogant. "By the way, Dorothy, you will receive it in a while." I blinked at the girl sitting in the sand kindly, waved my hand to signal that it was time for her to withdraw.

Dorothy sat in the sand and was ready to get up and start at any time. The old professor must have been able to beat him. She may also have the power to fight in a white coat. What she needs to be wary of most now is the possible enemies that have not yet appeared.

At this time, I saw a white coat pointing at the eyes without any focus. After killing, House, who was busy dismembering the body, snapped his fingers. In an instant, the other party's limb movements changed.

If House before was like a murderous puppet, then now, the murderous puppet is alive.

"Hey, little girl." There was still blood on her face, and the clothes on her chest were covered with blood. House seemed to be unable to see Baudelaire and her white coat, and only stared at Dorothy. "Oh, your bone ratio is perfect." As he said that, House picked up a bone knife and approached Dorothy.

House must have great strength to be able to dismember the corpse by himself. Dorothy didn't care about the white coat and the old professor, and immediately jumped up from the sand.

He quickly turned around and crossed the sand, then rushed to the fireplace. Dorothy picked up a golf club from the fireplace. At this time, House was approaching. He turned around and waved the club and hit it. The knife in House's hand was knocked off, but Dorothy was grabbed by the other party.

Without entanglement, she immediately raised her legs and kicked the other person hard, and then got a long decorative object from the wall. The hand was heavy and cold. Before she could see what it was, Dorothy immediately raised it and slammed it hard on House's cheek.

The man was beaten so hard that his body was tilted and he took two steps back.

Seizing this gap, Dorothy immediately stepped forward and hit the opponent's back again. House was beaten forward and Dorothy immediately smashed the opponent's back neck.

"Yeah!" The man groaned and finally stopped moving.

Dorothy leaned against the wall and gasped, holding his weapon tightly in his hand - it was a heavy piece of solid steel pipe? Or a huge steel nail?

She didn't recognize what it was.

Slowly calm down her breathing. The intense exercise just now was too forced for her, a person who had just recovered from the effects of the medicine. Fortunately, nothing happened.

But Professor Baudelaire and the man in white coat are now gone.

He knocked his head with one hand, and Dorothy again confirmed that House had completely fainted and began to search in this not-so-large living room. It was pitch black outside, and the windows and doors were locked tightly, so she couldn't even smash the glass. She was worried that the man on the ground would wake up, so she could only tie the person tightly with the rope and tape she found on the fireplace.
Chapter completed!