Chapter 2307

In the warm room, Gordon sat on the sofa, holding a thick newspaper recording another Arkham prison break and the criticism of Gotham police station by garbage anchor Vike Wally.

Gordon knew what kind of virtue that woman was. In order to make money, he not only worked for TV station, but also contributed to Gotham observer.

The headline on today's front page is "crazy criminals escape again," and "evil killer" is helpless.

I don't know where the woman secretly photographed the conversation between Gordon and the director of the Arkham sanatorium. I can see that they are talking side by side under the dim street light in the alley, and they are still passing something. Suddenly, it looks like they are making some private transaction.

In fact, it was showing the search warrant. This photo was taken by the woman deliberately, which was to arouse the association of readers.

But even so, no matter how much I hate that woman, she is still a legal citizen. As a good police officer, Gordon can't and will not take any measures against her.

"I hate this situation. Every time a crazy clown is put in prison, I pray to God that he can be honest in it." Gordon took a pair of scissors and wanted to cut out the report collection as an analysis file. Biting a cigarette in his mouth, Gordon angrily said, "but then he ran away. We had to sit by the telephone in the bureau without any trace, and prayed that he would not do anything too terrible."

Hearing her father's complaint, Barbara came up with two cups of hot cocoa and complained, "Dad, when can you put your work in the office? Just relax a little and take a rest like a normal person? "

Gordon nodded with a smile. He picked his chin and motioned to his daughter to put cocoa on the coffee table: "I'll drink it when I've finished cutting the newspaper."

"Well, one more thing. I found your newspaper clippings that I couldn't find before. The cat girl book. It fell behind the cabinet. Maybe you should buy a professional filing cabinet."

Barbara put down her father's drink, while she took another drink, showing a lovely sweet expression.

Smelling the sweet aroma of cocoa, the warm lights of the house shining on his body, and his relatives were around, Gordon felt very happy.

But there is always a feeling in his heart that he seems to have forgotten something important, which makes him nervous.

And at this time, outside the door came a rhythmic knock on the door, very polite, not light or heavy.

"Who knocked at the door so late?" Gordon felt like he was thinking of something, but that feeling was fleeting.

"Maybe it's the opposite Koren. The better we are. We'll practice yoga together tonight." Barbara put down her glass and hopped to the door with a smile on her face.

But Gordon remembered, he remembered where he had seen this scene. There was a clown outside! Clown with a gun!

Barbara also broke her lumbar spine that night and sat in a wheelchair for a long time!

"No! Don't open the door Gordon wanted to touch the gun, but something strange happened. His gun was not around. His daughter's hand had already turned the door handle. The figure in the flower shirt showed up outside the door with the gun.

The girl also looked at him inexplicably, and didn't even know the danger in front of her.

The clown's fingers slowly exert force on the trigger, and time seems to be slowing down. But Gordon himself seems to have lost the ability to move. He can only watch the smile on his miserable white face gradually expand, and hear the clown say:

"smile."

Just when he was about to despair, a figure with sharp ears suddenly appeared in the darkness behind the clown. A fist with black gloves directly pierced the madman's chest, grabbed the camera hanging on the clown's chest, and then took it back to the bloody hole.

Two clicks, the clown's attendant was also easily killed, everything happened between the electric light and flint.

The white faced madman fell to the ground in surprise and pain. His head was like a basketball. He also jumped on the rug outside the door, looking a little naughty.

Then the sharp eared figure outside the door picked up the camera and photographed Gordon's surprised face with the sound of flash and shutter.

"Batman, is that you?"

Gordon is overjoyed. He hugs his daughter who returns to his side and looks at her in good condition. He tears.

"It's me, hehe, hehe..."

the man with a pair of sharp ears on his head walked into the room and walked into the warm light. He was really Batman, but he was wearing a tight Leather Tunic with a big smile on his face.

But the sheriff didn't feel anything wrong. He hugged and patted the bat on the shoulder:

"thank you for saving my daughter and our family."

"Hee hee hee, where can we start? Yeah? Do you foresee the future? You know the clown's going to shoot Barbara's lumbar spine? " Laughing wildly, he licked his yellow buckteeth, hugged the sheriff to the sofa, impolitely raised cocoa to taste.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded: "yes, it's incredible, but I did see what will happen in the future. By the way, how do you know?""Because... I'm Batman! Ah ha ha ha... "The laughing bat raised his hand to press his forehead and crazily looked up at the sky and laughed.

Gordon didn't feel anything wrong. He was so relaxed and happy that he did the same thing with Batman with his daughter.

That's to laugh at the body of the clown at the door.

"Dad, I want to marry Batman. I love him so much." "We all live in a false world. Only he can let us see through the truth, see all the truth, and change our tragedy. Do you think so?"

The police chief who loves his daughter most looks at Batman, who is a good-looking man and nods: "yes, he is right. He helped us avoid the tragedy. I remember this kindness in my heart, but... Alas, when my daughter is old, I can't stay at home all the time."

Gordon felt that this scene had happened countless times, because Batman's laughter was so familiar, but he was interrupted by his daughter's coquetry before he had time to think carefully.

"Dad

Barbara shyly twisted her shoulders and fled into the arms of the laughing bat, blushing.

"Ha ha... OK, I won't tell you. I know you all have secret identities. I will cooperate with you in the future. We are a family." Gordon was so relieved that he got this son-in-law and completely killed the clown. Would the future be beautiful?

There's no need to think about it.

No more tragedy, no more deception, no more pain...

however, as the new family was enjoying themselves and talking and laughing, a huge black sword suddenly fell from behind the laughing bat and split it in half. The cold blood was immediately sprinkled on the sheriff's face and his cocoa cup.

Two pieces of corpse slowly fell down, revealing the terror behind it.

The black and yellow armor was spotless, and the hideous giant weapon glittered, which was quite different from Gordon's memory of the death knell. The key was that the visitor's face also wore a retro style gas mask.

"I think you're right, Gordon. Don't stay when your daughter is old. If you keep it, you will have a grudge."

With that, he threw a backhand sword, and Barbara, who was about to escape back to Gordon's side, was also beaten to pieces by the death knell in mid air.

Blood flowed down the ceiling like a fountain, and the headless body fell to the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Gordon was stunned. He fell trembling at his daughter's side and hugged her body in tears.

Br > in fact, what's the function of "the sound of dreams" that Gordon can use to express his self resonating with the outside world is just how to use the function of "dream" to express the "dream" instead of "my dream" The scarlet communicates with the doctor.

But he doesn't need off-site assistance. He just talks.

Then he took out a bell from his pocket and showed it to Gordon in the palm of his hand:

"don't cry with the material in the dream, director. This is the resonance bell I brought from the blood world, which is specially used to join other people's dreams. Do you want to come to the dream of the God of dreams to see the reality in the illusion? Shake it. Yes, hold on. I'll shake it for you

Ding Lingling, jingling, Lingling...

of course, Su Ming did not give him any choice. He grabbed the director's hand and shook the prop. Gordon, who was still holding his dead daughter crying one second, disappeared the next.

The dream faded and disintegrated slowly like quicksand, and the death knell looked at the newspaper clipping on the table for a moment, and then took a step.

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