I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

Moore Building is located in the center of Gotham City, and the building next to it is the famous Gotham landmark Wayne Building.

Both buildings are equally tall, but the former owner of Moore Building was killed the day before yesterday. Before anyone else could react, the building immediately changed hands and welcomed its new owner.

Edward was already standing in front of the building in a suit and tie, looking up at the skyscraper.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

After entering the building, the beautiful receptionist asked politely, drawing Edward's attention back.

"I'm from the government's external liaison department, and I've made an appointment with your boss."

Edward smiled, which also made the receptionist blush a little. After making a phone call to confirm, he was let in.

Along the way, Edward observed the expressions of those who came and went. It seemed that they didn't have the worry and panic of changing their boss in the blink of an eye. Instead, they were full of energy, and even their pace quickened. They were obviously going to work, but they looked more excited than getting off work.

From these details, Edward could tell that the owner of the building had superb management skills and extremely efficient teamwork.

He waited for a while in the lobby on the first floor, and then saw a blond man coming down the elevator. After seeing him, he came over.

"Hello, my name is Sergei, I am the boss's assistant and the person who is responsible for contacting you."

"Hello, I am Edward Winston."

The two shook hands, and then Sergei motioned for Edward to follow him.

Edward followed the man into the elevator and asked curiously, "Who is the boss you are talking about? Is he from the Investigation Bureau?"

Sergei pushed his glasses and said in a flat tone, "My boss is Vitya Ivanovich Ivanov, who is also the owner of this building."

"Ivan?"

Edward opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect to hear this name from his mouth.

Yesterday, his father told him that a group of people took Ivan away, but he didn't say where they took him. Edward thought they took him to the police station.

The assistant revealed a lot of information, and Edward also had many questions to ask, but seeing Sergei's cold look, he felt that he would not get anything out of asking, so he planned to wait until he saw the real owner.

The elevator was very fast, and the number on the display screen turned to 45.

Edward rarely came to the top floor of such a high-rise building. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he was attracted by the hazy clouds outside the window next to him.

"Please come this way."

Sergei walked in front, and his every move was full of professional elite atmosphere, which gave people a significant difference from his self-introduction that he was just an assistant.

Finally came to a door, Sergei knocked on the door and opened it to signal Edward to go in.

Standing outside the door, Edward felt a sense of panic for the first time in a long time.

It seemed that as long as he went in, he would no longer be himself, just like the previous few times.

But no matter what, since he came here, his purpose was to see the other party, and it was not his character to escape at the last minute.

Thinking of this, Edward put on his familiar smile and walked in slowly.

As soon as you enter here, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding you burst into your eyes. There is no obstruction except the equally tall Wayne Building.

As long as you stand here, anyone will feel the insignificance of the city, and then a sense of pride will surge from the bottom of their hearts.

The owner here, who Edward was looking forward to seeing, did not look up at this moment, holding a paintbrush in his hand, as if drawing something on paper.

Edward did not disturb him, but walked in quietly, walked behind Xie Qi, and saw what he was drawing.

The strong colors are very visually impactful, and the red and black flames are all over the drawing paper. The little people inside are holding guns and weapons, wearing clown masks on their faces, and are reveling around a person with clown makeup and twisted limbs.

"Is this a painting of you?"

Edward pointed to the clown in the middle and asked.

Xie Qi did not let his voice interrupt the lines under his pen. After painting the last stroke of blood-red lips, he smiled and greeted Edward.

"Hey, isn't this my psychiatrist? I didn't expect to meet you outside Arkham."

After saying that, he handed the drawing paper to Edward.

"This is not me."

"Why not? Haven't you done a similar clown makeup before?"

After taking the drawing paper, Edward carefully admired the figure on it and was sure that Xie Qi was drawing himself.

"The clown is just a symbol."

Xie Qi stretched his body, not at all like a building owner.

"I can be a clown, you can be a clown, everyone can be a clown."

He is no longer wearing a clown.It was a hospital gown, a well-fitting suit that was close-fitting and elegant, with a clean forehead under neatly combed hair.

Xie Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at Edward.

That kind of sight seemed to be able to see through his mind, making Edward swallow his saliva.

Without getting entangled in this topic, Edward changed the subject and said:

"Is this what you plan to do in this painting? Drag Gotham back into the abyss of sin, is this what you want?"

"Oh, dear Edward, you misunderstood me."

Xie Qi stood up and stood in front of the French window with an exclamation tone, raising his hands as if to embrace the city below.

"That painting is something that has already happened. I just saw it and then drew it. It has nothing to do with my future plans."

"If I really want to say it, this painting depicts something I want to avoid. After all, there is no point in Gotham without people, right?"

Feeling that Xie Qi was making a riddle, Edward frowned and said, "You always talk about your Gotham. Are you planning to run for the next mayor?"

Without answering Edward's question, Xie Qi just touched his chin and said with his back to him:

"Edward, you are very smart. You know the theory of human social structure, but you have never really been in it. Do you understand what psychology is? , but you have never explored the complex causes in depth. Your intelligence allows you to imagine and infer many seemingly correct conclusions, but it is precisely because of this that you only stay in imagination and never think about experiencing all this in person. "

"You seem to be sober, but in fact you have been drifting with the flow. Like those people who have no dreams, you passively accept the indoctrination of information all day long, but you think that all your decisions are rational and logical. But if you feel your heart carefully, are those things really what you want to do? Are those socially recognized wealth or fame really what you want? "

As if shocked by Xie Qi's words, Edward remained silent.

Xie Qi slowly turned his head and looked at him, with a strange glow in his eyes:

"Do you really understand yourself?"