American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Gordon put his hands on his hips, watching Schiller fiddle with his umbrella.

Schiller removed all the umbrella cover, leaving only the ribs. He lowered his head to remove the handle, and then pulled **** one of the ribs.

The umbrella rib snapped with a "click", and the middle part flew out with a "whoosh". Gordon cried out in pain and covered the left half of his face. Schiller straightened up and looked at him, helplessly. Said: "I have already said, don't watch me fix things, I don't have any education background in mechanics and engineering, accidental injury is inevitable."

Gordon stood up with his face covered, took the part from his fingers to him, and said, "I've said it before, you can't fix this thing. It looks very common, but it's actually very complicated."

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Schiller lowered his head, continued to fiddle with the umbrella stand, then looked out the window and said to Gordon, "Are you all so busy as police officers?"

"I'm solving the problem from the root." Gordon folded his arms, looked at Schiller and said, "I found a pattern, as long as you stare at you, there will be no trouble finding us again."

Before Schiller could refute, Gordon continued to ask: "So, the secret society you invited me to last time was established to fight against the mysterious organization that Cobot said poisoned Gotham's rainwater?"

"That's not an invitation. When you know this fact, you have already joined, and you have to join, because even if you don't fight them, they will definitely find you."

Gordon's brows were furrowed, and he said, "Are those supernatural powers real? Like...what magic, sorcery or something?"

"Do you believe in God?"

"Of course I..."

"God exists, so why can't magic and witchcraft exist?"

Gordon opened his mouth. He felt that Schiller was right, but he was not a very devout believer, only a fanatic, so he had no concept of those things that were talked about by gods.

Schiller twisted the handle of the umbrella, and the handle fell straight off. Gordon heard him swear, then picked up the handle and threw it away.

Gordon really couldn't stand his layman's way of fixing it, he walked over, picked up the handle, and said, "Well, as long as you give me a detailed introduction to that organization, I'll find you someone who can do it. How about someone who fixes this thing?"

"Don't be kidding, the only umbrella maker in Gotham is dead. People from other cities, even if they know how to do it, wouldn't dare to come to Gotham. I can't repair an umbrella, and I have to go to the metropolis, right?"

"Actually, even if you go to the metropolis, you may be able to repair it yourself faster." Gordon and Schiller lowered their heads at the same time, and set their sights on the torn umbrella.

Schiller had to admit that Gordon was right, he had no talent for this, he was just messing around, and he should have known from Stark's lab that he could screw light bulbs and only screw them. .

"Where are you going to get someone who can repair umbrellas?"

"I can't find someone who can repair umbrellas, but I know someone who can transform traffic lights."

As Gordon picked up the phone and dialed, he said to Schiller, "Remember the kid who tampered with the traffic light route last time on Traffic Civilization Day?"

"Oh, then I have a bit of an impression. He allowed only the one on the right of the four intersections to pass unimpeded, and then a fire broke out there and..."

Gordon picked up the phone and said to the other end, "Hello? Go to the Eastside and bring that little slicker over here. I have something to do with him."

Not long after he hung up the phone, a young police officer walked in with a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy. Suddenly, it wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.

Gordon patted him on the back and let him come over, then said, "He's a little slick, a genius kid who can be an electrician, can do wiring, and even invented some mechanical devices himself."

"What's your name?" Schiller asked him.

"I don't have a name, people call me Slick."

Although Gordon has a good image and a civilized manner among the police in Gotham, his long-term work in the front line has also given him a sturdy temperament. In contrast, Schiller, a gentle university professor, sells The picture was much better, and the little slicker quickly ran behind Schiller and made a face at Gordon.

Gordon reluctantly introduced: "This little guy is the culprit who tampered with the traffic lights of the central turntable. At that time, he was employed by a gang boss in Madrid Street. In order to make the gang's truck go faster, he was in the middle of the night. Pryed open the casing of the traffic light and changed the wiring inside..."

"He is also not a native of Gotham, but from the countryside of Brudhaven. His parents are dead. His uncle is an electrician. He brought him to Gotham to work and earn money, but his uncle is not in good health. He died of illness within a few months, and he was the only one left."

"This kid is very clever." Gordon looked at the little slicker with admiration.

"He actually survived in Gotham by himself, and he lived very well. With his skills as an electrician from his uncle, several gang bosses treated him like a guest. If it weren't for me, I would still have some face. I can't even invite him."

Schiller glanced back at Slick, a white boy with unkempt red curly hair and glasses.

He really doesn't look like a child in Gotham's slums. Although he looks young, his body is not thin at all, even stronger than Cobot, and his face is ruddy and his eyes are very smart, not the numbness of other children. mood.

There are not many children who wear glasses in Gotham, because here, they neither read nor go to school, they will not tire their eyes, and there are not many parents who are short-sighted and do not inherit it, so the image of the little slicker seems to be Out of place.

Schiller picked up the broken umbrella and handed it to Slicker, saying, "If you fix it for me, I'll give you a super cool toolbox."

Xiao Shuitou took the umbrella, looked up and down, and said in surprise, "Why is this umbrella so bad? You shouldn't take it to the battlefield, right?" Gu Zhan

Gordon said gloatingly, "The last time I saw this umbrella, it wasn't so badly broken, but someone who couldn't fix it insisted on fixing it..."

Schiller rolled his eyes, dragged the chair over to sit down, and said, "It's all to blame for Fish and Cobert. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have to..."

"Wait!" Xiao Shuitou suddenly exclaimed, and he said, "This umbrella is too amazing, isn't it? Why is each part different?"

Schiller stood up and said, "Wait a minute and I'll get you a toolbox."

He walked to the door, called the nurse, and said a few words. After a while, the nurse came in with a toolbox.

As soon as I opened it, there were three or four layers of tool display stands, and the little slicker exclaimed, "How cool! I have always wanted to have a tool box like this, but unfortunately, my uncle's tool box is too small..."

"If you can fix this umbrella, this kit is yours."

"Look at me." Saying that, the little slicker picked up the umbrella and took it apart in three or two strokes. He was busy there for a long time, Schiller and Gordon were watching him, but they The two didn't understand anything.

After a while, Xiao Shuitou stopped by the table, touched his chin, and said with some embarrassment, "This is a little troublesome."

"This thing should be made by hand, right? It's just casting the parts, grinding the parts, and assembling them together, right?"

"Indeed, it's a tailor-made handmade umbrella."

"Then why don't you look for..."

Seeing Schiller's face turning black again, Gordon took a step forward, covered Xiao Shui Tou's mouth, and said, "Don't ask about this, just fix it for him quickly."

"But this umbrella is very strange, I'm afraid only the person who made it can fix it." Little Slick shrugged, he pointed to a small pile of parts, and said to Schiller: "Look, look here, the original number of parts here It should have been six, but now there are only five."

Then he pulled a broken part from the side and said, "This is the missing one. This screw seems to have been burned by fire, and the threads are all destroyed."

"It's the reason that an umbrella rib can't hold up at all, but to fix it, you have to find an identical screw."

"Originally, I could replace the nut together, but I don't know how to make this material, and the welding pen is completely unusable..."

The little slicker said to Schiller: "I really want that toolbox, and I tried my best, but the material used by this manufacturer is too special, and it is completely different from the factory's assembly line products, and I can't handle it."

Schiller and Gordon looked at each other, obviously the two of them were thinking of something else, Schiller asked the slicker, "Are you sure only the umbrella maker who made this umbrella can fix it?"

"Probably yes, I'm not boasting, but when I can't walk, I will screw in the nut."

He picked up a screw, showed it to Schiller, and said: "Look at the thread on this, you can see a little handwork, but more importantly, he is very special in the design of the thread, using a standard screw Can't screw it up."

"How about recasting one?"

"You can try." Xiao Shuitou shook his head and said, "But I don't think there is much hope. This kind of fit is very strange. If the materials are inconsistent, it may not fit well."

In the end, Schiller gave the toolbox to Slick, and said to him: "If you want, you can go to the vocational school of living **** and study, there is a professor of mechanical engineering from Gotham University. With your talent, he will definitely be very pleasantly surprised."

After the little slicker left, Schiller picked up the phone and dialed a number, then said, "Yes, it's me, are you free to come over now? What? You're coming over? Well..."

About 20 minutes later, Batman appeared in the office, Gordon, Schiller, and Batman around the table, looking at the umbrella.

"So, you're saying that this umbrella, which the Court of Owls instructed umbrella maker Viking to make, can only be repaired by themselves?"

Batman picked up one of the parts~www.NovelMTL.com~ squinted and said nothing.

"Okay." Schiller threw his hand on the table, then looked at Batman and asked, "Last night you spent a long time in the ward of Cobot and Evans, what did you talk about?"

"The three of us are going to join forces," Batman said as he fiddled with those umbrella parts.

Gordon also looked at him and asked, "Joining forces? What to do? To deal with that owl court?"

"Yes, we are all interested in that mysterious organization, so we intend to investigate it from different angles."

"You said you were coming over today? What's the matter?"

"It was just to discuss a question, but now there is an answer." With that, Batman took out another part, which was almost identical to the damaged one, and said: "This is what I found last night, in another on an umbrella."

With Batman's narration, the time goes back to last night.