I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 126 Underground Dwellers
When Jacques woke up from his sleep again, he found that the woman beside him was gone.

Fortunately, he didn't need to look for it for long, because as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Vicky sitting on the ground with other underground residents, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

Although there is no difference between day and night underground, there is still a basic cycle of work and rest.Obviously, it is "daytime" for the underground residents now, and they can see about a dozen men, women and children in shabby clothes surrounded by a few dimly lit oil lamps, and in front of them is a mountain of rubbish.

"Jaquin, are you awake? Listen to me, it turns out that their usual job here is to sort the garbage brought by these killer crocodiles from the ground, and find usable daily necessities from it. This is the first time I know that there are still people who can continue After living underground for several years, I really wanted to write a feature report."

Perhaps after recovering from a good night's sleep, Vicky showed the professional reporter's appearance when Jacques saw her for the first time.

"Forget it, what's the use of writing these things, is it to satisfy the curiosity and sense of superiority of those people on the ground?"

A slightly mocking voice came from behind Jacques. Jacques turned his head and saw the female mouse catcher walking towards this side with a playful expression.

Beside her, a group of mice were moving slowly with all kinds of garbage piled up into a hill.

"I think if someone knew about their condition, they might be able to help them - the Wayne Foundation, for example."

"Ha! Help? Don't disturb our lives. Giving us a place where we can live is already the greatest help. You don't think they are all voluntary and want to come here to experience life."

After hearing what the female mouse catcher said, Vicky bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, and said somewhat unwillingly.

"But I'm a reporter, there's always a way to help them"

"Reporter? Ha!"

The female mouse catcher let out a sneer, and then pointed at the middle-aged man with his head bowed and sorting garbage, with a haggard and numb face.

"He used to be a small manager of a company. His salary was not low and he had already married and started a business. He lived a fairly good life. Until he found out that his wife was having an affair, and his wife slandered him for domestic violence. He used his wife's lies to make news, forced him to sell the house to compensate his ex-wife, and also provided high monthly maintenance payments."

Then, the female mouse catcher pointed to another girl who was about fourteen or five years old and skinny.

"Her father owed a large debt because of gambling and then died of alcoholism. In desperation, a kind restaurant owner took her in to work in the back kitchen at first, but unscrupulous reporters wrote a news article after learning about it. 'Exposing' the boss employing child labor. In order not to be forced by creditors not to sell her body, she had to hide in the sewer to live."

"And this, because I was framed for molesting a woman in the subway, I was ruined under the report of unscrupulous reporters, from a college student to a homeless man, and I had to come down here because I was squeezed out by other homeless men to extort protection money."

"and this."

The female mouse catchers passed one by one, and every time she said a word, the expression on Vicky's face became a little paler.

"Let me tell you, in this sewer they need clean water, food that won't cause disease, and fuel that can light up lights-but only creatures like reporters, they don't need and don't want to see."

Jacques frowned slightly. It would be easy for Vicky to be hostile by others, so he took a step forward and stood in front of Vicky.

"It's almost enough. Since there is a lack of food, you shouldn't quarrel to increase energy consumption. Besides, it's useless for you to lose your temper at her, and these things have nothing to do with her—"

"In fact, I have heard of some of the incidents. I even reviewed and issued the news releases."

Vicky's voice was as thin as a mosquito, a voice that only Jacques could hear rang in his ears.Jacques froze for a moment, smiled wryly and patted Vicky's head, not knowing what to say.

"Why don't you go back to your room first? I'll go find Killer Crocodile later and then I'll be back"

"No, let me stay here and see what I can do to help. It's better than sitting in a dark room."

Seemingly depressed, Vicky sat next to the underground resident and asked softly how she could help with her work.Others seemed to have good intentions towards Vicky, and they basically answered Vicky's questions.

No wonder, as the female mouse catcher said just now, most of the underground residents here are submissive, and they don't have the heart to hurt other people's character.Otherwise, facing the adversity of this kind of life, he would have already taken risks, and now he would be a member of Arkham or Blackgate Prison.

After a bad day in Gotham, not everyone is going to be a clown, or a resident of the sewers.

Jacques sighed softly, he didn't want to think about this kind of thing, because he couldn't do anything.So he turned his head to look at the female mouse catcher and asked curiously.

"Where did Killer Crocodile go?"

The female mouse catcher puffed up her cheeks and turned her head away from talking to Jacques.It seems that she is still holding grudges against Jacques for exterminating the rat swarm and taking away her mouse control device yesterday.

However, Jacques and Cassandra have learned to observe the tiny movements of others, so although the female mouse catcher didn't tell him, Jacques has already got the answer from her frequent glances in a certain direction.

A moment later, when Jacques came to the inlet pipe where he fell, he was almost splashed by a large wave of sea water gushing out of the pipe.

After dodging the big wave of sea water, Jacques could see the burly body of the killer crocodile jumping out of the pipe.

Judging from his gloomy crocodile face, even if he didn't say Jacques, he knew that the situation was not optimistic.

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of situation. Gotham's sewers have never been blocked for such a long period of time-there is only one possibility, that is, the seawater has flooded to the ground."

Killer Crocodile's voice was a little more anxious and restless, and Jacques understood the reason for his anxiety.Because everyone's food and daily necessities here need to be sneaked down from the garbage dump on the ground. If the water is poured up like this, even if he can go back and forth by himself, the food and living materials of other people will become a big problem.

"Do you know the situation on the ground now?"

Facing Jacques' question, Killer Crocodile shook his head and said in a rough voice.

"No, I'm not a real crocodile, it's still too difficult to swim out in these conditions."

Jacques closed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he had already come up with the answer.

"Maybe, I can try?"

(End of this chapter)