Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 28 The Ruthless Cash Machine

Of course, Lynn didn't really come to seek revenge from those cowards in the Owl Court.

To put it bluntly, Lynn and those people have no direct enmity, except for being hit a few times when fighting with the claws, and his body is a little bruised, there is almost no intuitive intersection.

To put it bluntly, Lynn is not a savior, and any great and righteous words are inappropriate for him, which Lynn himself knows very well.

Master Baiteman is also very clear.

So, when he stood on the roof again and responded to Gordon's call to meet him, Batman didn't say much when he heard Gordon's words, those worries and vague fears.

He just thought about it in silence, and then said in his usual cold and rough low voice: "He has his way, we have ours.

I don't know who is right and who is wrong, but he knows that I may not agree with him, but I will definitely not stop him.

Conversely, the same is true.

Lynn...he knows me well enough to know him better than I do.I have no proof, it's just a feeling, but I'm convinced.

So, Gordon, we might as well trust him and see what he wants to do and see if he's right.

Time will tell who is right..."

Batman may have misgivings, but he never shows any weakness in himself in front of others, not even his best friend Gordon.

After hearing Batman's seemingly fair, but always obviously biased, Gordon shrugged helplessly: "But the one who said that time is the best teacher, but it also kills everything. s student.

Seriously, I don't know what he cares about, and I have absolutely no idea why he does these things.

I mean……

There must be a reason for this. "

Gordon has such doubts, and so does Batman.

Any vigilante, any street hero, any guardian, does those things out of a certain intensity, a certain sense of duty.

Some people want to maintain order and law, some people want to protect the good and the weak, some people want to punish the bad guys, some people deeply love his city...

But Lin En is different. These surging and fiery emotions can't be seen in him at all.

As Gordon had seen the day before, he had killed the Court of Owl Six with such brutal means.

revenge?Obviously not such a ridiculous reason.

His purpose is direct and pure, without any reason, without any clue.

Lynn doesn't love this city. It doesn't take much effort to observe this. Every pore and eyes of his expresses his dissatisfaction with this city all the time.

So, does he have a pure and kind heart?
Is this not a joke?

Or maybe, he just wanted to experience the pleasure of plundering other people's lives, and be deeply infatuated with such unparalleled power?

It doesn't make sense either. Both Gordon and Batman have encountered such perverted killers. They are both paranoid, indulging in the murder itself rather than having subjective intentions.

Lynn is definitely not this type of person. Gordon feels that Lynn's obsession with singing and height is deeper than that.

Could it be...

"Is there such a possibility, he is, is possessed by something, ghosts, demons, in short, supernatural things, you know what I mean."

Gordon gestured: "That is to say, the normal one is him, but there is another soul in his mind that gives orders, instigates and forces him to do those things, so he is so contradictory and unreasonable, it is difficult to understand." fathom."

"Impossible. No way."

Absolutely, Batman denied Gordon's only plausible guess.

He wasn't sure about anything else, but, would Lynn be controlled by something like a demon?
Batman has not forgotten what kind of monster that seemingly harmless little black cat that Lynn threw over was.

It took the initiative to help Batman block an attack that could seriously injure or even kill him, and then summoned a large number of imps running out of the shadows.

Those little things chewed rocks and sucked blood, definitely something that only exists in hell.

Lynn's pets can drive demons, so how could he be controlled by such things.

Besides, I haven't seen any devil who would spend money on cat food, and even bargain with the boss...

Lynn is a devil, although it is true, but it definitely does not mean that!
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Batman and Gordon studied Lynn's definition of "attributes" for a long time, but in the end they failed to come up with a proposal that both sides agreed with.

At the same time, the protagonist in that conversation: Mr. Lynn, was cooking soup in a newly bought large pot at home.

"It doesn't say to put fennel in it?"

"Then what about the salted fish you just threw in?"

The little cat lay on a recipe bigger than itself and helped Lin En improve his soup cooking skills by half reading the pictures and half guessing the words.

It just added some ingredients for Lin En on its own initiative, but fortunately, when it was on the ground with two legs, holding the cat food in its front paw and pushing hard into the pot, Lynn discovered it in time and prevented a disaster.

Now it is the stage of repaying debts with labor.

Lynn, holding a large long-handled wooden spoon, slowly stirred in something more like a cauldron than a pot.

"This...is this okay? Can I drink this?"

It is precisely because this pot of soup is cooked with its help, so the kitten knows the ingredients of this pot of soup very well.

"These are all high-quality ingredients, each of which can invigorate the kidneys! The water is even more Dionysian spring water, the kind you can't even buy.

After drinking this stuff, Alsace can return the sun! "

Taking out his custom-made gourd, Lynn carefully sorted the contents of the pot into different gourds. He decided to use this thing as a recovery potion in the future.

"Give me a drink too~"

"Little kittens can't say such things. Wait until you grow up."

"Meow--!"

If you don't give it or grab it, it is obviously impossible to reason with a cat.

And the kitten who drank the recovery potion as he wished did not have any abnormal reactions.

"What a shit, it's like chicken soup. It's boring."

Flicking its tail arrogantly, the little cat turned around and ran upstairs. It was staring at Lynn's sofa again, ready to sharpen its claws.

Digestive exercise after meals, it has always been possible.

"Come back."

Lynn grabbed the kitten by the back of its neck and pulled it back.

"Did you forget something?"

The kitten shrank its neck: "What, I don't know! I forgot!"

"Ah."

Lin En twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, pulled its arm outside, and put it in front of him: "Hurry up, get a demon out. Any breed will do."

"I... I can't take the initiative to control it... There are no enemies here, why are you summoning them!"

"Ah~~! I understand."

Lynn grabbed the kitten's two front paws, and swung it like a one-armed giant swing!As soon as he let go, the kitty successfully lifted off.

On the ground, Lynn was ready with a gun in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.

"Since Deathshooter can kill demons with bullets, there's no reason why I can't.

If so...

The little cat is simply the perfect cash machine! "

Lynn is not interested in killing people, he is only interested in withdrawing money and drawing prizes.

People can do it, demons, of course.

(End of this chapter)