Chapter 2854

In the process of falling, the armor of the death knell changed its style. At the moment of strangulation, the host was changed into a suit and long winded suit, a pair of shiny leather shoes and a pair of soft black leather gloves.

But even if the shoes on the ground made an obvious sound, the boy who was unconscious in the body of his parents still had no reaction, just like he was dead.

A closer look, little Bruce face is tears and snot, with breathing is still blowing bubbles.

It's a cool autumn night, and Martha's pearls are scattered in the pool of blood, and the street lights are flickering, but that's because of the shadow of bats' wings when they chase moths.

The knell that squats down shakes its head speechless and lets the strangled tentacle check the couple's condition.

"Oh."

Strangulation means that the two are dead without question.

"What should we do?" Laurie kindly removed the boy from the body, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and then looked up at the death knell, which was lighting a cigarette.

"Fura, of course, the police. After all, this is the scene of the murder." The death knell bypassed the body and took Bruce to the entrance of the alley, leaning against the dustbin: "although Gotham is ruled by several families at this time point, the Waynes are also the dignitaries in the city. They are dead, and the police should be able to come in eight hours."

Almost. In Su Ming's memory, there are hidden time expressions in comics and sitcoms like Gotham. After all, one family has fallen, and other families have to discuss how to divide their interests, right?

The Waynes were killed in a midnight movie, and when the police and the housekeeper arrived, it was light.

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

"Wait? Eight hours? "

Lori, with her eyes wide open, scratched her face. Living in the era of superheroes, she didn't know what the concept of Gotham was.

Su Ming, with a calm face, nods and goes to the public phone booth outside the alley. He opens the creaking glass door under the street lamp and listens to the mechanical busy sound.

When he found that he had some change in his pocket, he almost laughed for Bruce's good luck.

It has the final say that the police should go to the police not to have the final say, but the gangsters has the final say. You want to go to the police without their permission? The police car will run out of gas, the partner will have diarrhea, the leader will not give instructions, the warehouse will not give police guns, the police station will not give directions and so on. You want to be a good cop? Then be a good policeman under this "order". Besides, the eight hour working system is OK. After the crime, the Gotham police only need to arrive within eight hours. That's enough. "

"I don't understand eight hour work like that. Hello!" Girls make complaints about their own Tucao.

Toward her smiling death knell, he stretched out his finger and turned the dial of the phone. He didn't need to tilt his head to hold the receiver, because the strangled bean sprouts helped him.

"911, what can I do for you?" On the other end of the phone came a voice as impatient as a menopausal woman.

"Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne were murdered in an alley near the park street theater on the east side." Su Ming holds cigarette ash in one hand and turns over the yellow pages of the phone booth in the other hand: "no matter who you mix with, tell the people above you that the Wayne family may have fallen down, but the Kane family still exists, so hurry up and go to the police."

In this era, this lane is not called crime lane, but park street back lane.

"Who are you?" The attitude of the other end of the phone is more correct, and the voice has changed back to the girl's voice.

"Ordinary enthusiastic citizens." Su Ming put down the phone, turned to walk out of the pavilion, and returned to Lori: "OK, let's wake up the child and let him watch the bat, so that he can be Batman in the future."

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

The cold water awakening method works most of the time, so Bruce also wakes up in a severe cough. He seems to be living in a dream, hoping that his parents' death is just a nightmare.

But not far away the body broke his fantasy, he was stunned.

"Don't be in a daze, master Wayne. Stand up." The bell picked him up and pressed him against the wall, because the boy's legs were as weak as noodles, and he seemed to kneel down as soon as he let go.

Laurie sighed. She used a magic to let the shadow support the boy and keep him awake with the cold brought by the shadow.

And the knell knelt down, put the cigarette into the boy's mouth, pinched his nostrils and let him breathe: "in this case, you need a little nicotine to help you calm down. Come on, take another sip of vodka, black Alice, and iron his head with hot vision."

"Hot eyes can't be used for perms, can they?"?! Why does smoking, drinking and perm feel like a set meal? Why are you so skilled? " With the influx of other time lines, Laurie make complaints about the long hours with the knell. At this point, Tucao is becoming more and more proficient.

"Can't you pack tin foil and iron it?" Su Ming felt his chin and asked the strangler to change hands to feed the young master "cake.".

"No! Let's not talk about tin foil, lead plate is not good... But if it's covered with promethium metal, maybe we can try it. " Lori's mouth turned, and her big eyes turned to Bruce's head.

The boy used to be a good boy. Although he had money in his family, he was not Tony Stark. He didn't touch any tobacco or alcohol.

For these things, inexperienced people suddenly on a few mouthfuls, he immediately fainted.

But not to mention, there's a saying in the East that wine makes people brave. After half a bottle of vodka is poured down, how can Bruce feel any fear? Now he wants the bats flying under the street lamp to come down quickly, and he wants to practice with them.

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

It has to be said that Batman is a gifted man. He soon calms down. Although his eyes are still full of grief, at least he is not about to cry until he dies.

"Who are you? Burp

He asked the big one eyed man with his arms around him, but his eyes were fixed on the black tentacles dancing like snakes.

"Although you may have no memory, I am Thomas and Martha's good friend and your Godfather. It's a pity that I came late and didn't save them. In this way, you can call me" father "later."

The funny death knell came with its mouth open. Although it was full of pain, the strangling tentacle behind him was like a devil's tail, swaying rapidly with tobacco and wine

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