[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

December 10, XX.

With her permission, we thought of a lot of names for the baby, Brenda, Jacob, Amy, Greer, and finally we settled on the name Hycinthus.

Hyacinthus.

hyacinth.

Victory, joy, happiness, life, complacency, perseverance.

These are the words of Hyacinth, I hope, he can have them, even if he was born differently from others.

There is no other difference except this, he has a father and a mother who love him, we are all his parents, and we will always love him.

Then the name we settled on for him was rejected.

She named him Aesop.

This disappointed us a bit, but it didn't affect our love for him.

December 4, XX.

Forgive me for not keeping a diary for a long time, Aesop is already two years old, although he is not yet old enough to remember things.

He has been able to distinguish each of us, he is a cute little boy, not only in appearance, he has a cute face, I don't know who his biological father (genetic source) is.

Every morning when I was near the cage, he would wake up and move his short limbs against the glass.

The opening and closing of the mouth covered by the breathing mask is to say her name.

Aesop is very smart, he can read their names a long time ago, his voice is blocked under the thick glass, but we can feel his heart.

There is also a photo attached here. In the cultivation cabin, the little boy with long hair floating in the water and naturally upwards along the direction of the air puts his hands on the glass, with a smile on his face and dimples on both sides of his cheeks.

The later content was almost completely different, and it was nothing more than posting the latest developments of the children and some photos of the children.

Batman's quick skip of this part caused Tim's dissatisfaction. He also wanted to see more of Aesop as a child, but he knew it was not appropriate to do it now.

Batman turned to the last page of the diary where the text was written.

Date: unknown.

She wanted to take away Aesop and our hard work. We made a request to her, hoping to visit Aesop in the future, but she refused.

The institute became more and more strange, with more patrols, the happy and relaxed atmosphere of the past disappeared, and the entire institute was shrouded in clouds.

There are fewer and fewer people in the institute, and the partner who greeted me the day before yesterday has never seen me again today.

Something must have happened to him.

I have to escape, I have to find a way to escape.

I don't want to be next.

There was no more content after that, and Batman scanned it with a scanning mirror and found no hidden content in the notebook.

That's all for the contents of the notebook.

Standing next to Batman, Tim, who had also read the contents of the notebook, felt a chill down his spine, and he probably guessed what happened afterwards.

He had just observed that the road here had been blocked long ago.

No one survived.

"Let's not disperse, the terrain here is more complicated and find Aesop as soon as possible." Batman said.

He ignored Tim's hand reaching out to take the notebook away.

Batman closed the notebook and stuffed it into the pouch of the Batbelt as if nothing had happened.

"emmmmm..." Tim raised his eyebrows and glanced at Batman, and he withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air.

Sensing Tim's subtle gaze, Batman explained.

"The information on this is very important and needs to be preserved." Batman said righteously.

Tim muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what you're keeping this thing for. You might as well give it to me. I'll definitely keep it safe."

Batman pretended not to hear Tim's muttering, he turned on the thermal mode of the scanning mirror and began to scan the surrounding environment.

"The part with the white wall above it is the ventilation duct." Batman pointed to the wall directly in front of him.

Tim nodded knowingly, took out his weapon stick, and tapped on the wall in front of Batman bit by bit.

Sure enough, there was one section of the wall that had a different texture than the rest of the wall.

Tim groped for a while and probably found a spot. He knocked down the upper wall with a stick.

Knock off the white wall ash, and behind it are red bricks.Tim took out his gel bomb and sprayed a rabbit's head on the wall.

Usually he sprays the bat logo, just like Batman and Dick.

But today I don't know why, he just wanted to spray the rabbit's head, maybe Batman took the diary out of anger, Batman would not have Robin's love today.

It was a diary with several photos of Aesop when he was a child!

Such a precious thing should be placed in his magic box, the beautiful box he bought for a lot of money when he was a child, and he listened to the rhetoric in the advertisement when he was young.

This is a magic box.

The things in it will never be lost. When he was a child, he hid a lot of candies in it. His parents never let him eat too much sugar.

Growing up, Tim naturally knew that the advertisements were all lies, but he still put the things he considered most precious in the box.

This is also a constant reminder to Tim, never forget the original intention.

Instead of those candies now, the box contains his first 'Robin Dart' from Batman, a Christmas present from Dickie Bird, and a few memorabilia from the past.

The last time Aesop's photo was taken away by Dick and placed in the Batcave, he was never found again——

Don't ask him how he knew, he tried to steal the photo at night and couldn't find it on the table.

At that time, Tim thought very regretfully that maybe the 'little guy' in the Batcave took it, always taking some small things when no one was around.

He needs a photo of Aesop here, at least one!Put it in his magic box.

"You have a good relationship with Aesop." Batman said suddenly.

"So-so. I take care of him more." Tim remembered the night he was injured by Aesop.

Those who come first always have too many advantages, like Jason, who once gave Aesop a warm home, the rabbit's small eyes can only accommodate Jason.

With someone in his eyes, no matter how many people are behind him doing things for him, he can still not even look at them, just persistently chasing the person in his eyes.

Batman didn't say anything more, Tim took a half step back and pressed the switch.With a bang, the rabbit's head exploded, along with the few red bricks.

The smoke rises and then clears.

Behind the blasted and shattered red bricks was the iron bolt of the ventilation duct. Batman tore off the iron bolt, took out the breathing mask and put it on, and Tim did the same.

There is no air in the ventilation ducts that have been sealed for a long time. Even if there is, it is very unclean. Random inhalation may cause symptoms such as respiratory infection or breathing difficulties.

Batman was the first to get into the ventilation duct, followed by Tim.

This ventilation duct connects many rooms, which is what Batman saw from the computer simulation map sent by Dick.

I don't know how many floors are underground here. The terminal computer on Batman's arm can't get a good signal, so he can only use the main terminal in the Batcave.

When passing by the first room, Batman subconsciously opened the scanning mirror and took a look, then he froze slightly.

Just at this moment, he continued to walk forward without hesitation, and reminded Tim in a low voice: "Don't look."

Batman's words naturally caught Tim's attention. This is the curiosity of a smart person. After Batman finished speaking, Tim looked down through the ventilation duct.

It was an empty room, and through the flashlight it could be seen that it was an empty room with white walls.

Why did Batman let himself not look?that's all?Does that mean it's a waste of time?

Tim turned on the scanning mirror curiously, and he was completely stunned by this sight, unable to react for a long time.

The wall is black under the scanning mirror, and there are countless blue colors in the wall, and the blue color shows the appearance of people.

Most of their postures are in a state of panic, some stretch out their hands, some are tripped, and some are running. Without exception, their expressions are ferocious and terrified.

A coolness swept over Tim's body.

He knew where Anna Walmart had gone.

She becomes part of the wall.

These people were glued into the walls while they were still alive, until the cement covered their bodies, making them unable to breathe and suffocating.

Just imagine the desperation of those people, on the wages Paige Christian gave them.

I thought I could really leave here with that money after finishing the project in the future, and live a life with dignity that would not be squeezed by capitalists.

What they don't know is that death is already doomed.

Conducting human experiments is certainly a crime, but these people are not guilty of death. They are just forced by life and have nowhere to go.

You think, when the ground is full of thorns and you have nowhere to rest, a door opens to you. You know that there will be no good ending, but you are not numb and cannot let yourself endure the pain of the thorns.

Hell opened the door to them, tempting them to fall, but the balance called life has long been inclined to death.

Tim knew he had a problem with his thinking, and that law and morality could never have both.

The law stipulates that the human rights of the participants who undergo body modification or experiments are deprived of human rights, and the criminal law is ignored, and the death penalty is executed.

But Tim still unconsciously stood in the perspective of the person who wrote the diary.

No one can be willing to die in this way, they are all Aesop's 'parents', maybe they were not willing at the beginning, they were all for profit at the beginning.

Later, they all sincerely hoped that their child 'Aesop' would become happy and excellent, just like every parent.

No one can ignore the charm of Aesop Wayne, just like his father's charm is unstoppable in Gotham.

But these people walked into death with such thoughts.

Suddenly a hand patted Tim on the shoulder. That hand was wrapped in a hard leather glove and was very heavy.

Tim felt warmth and comfort from it.

The subconscious vigilance of the body brought Tim back to his senses from the extreme thoughts just now, and he realized that his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Thank you, Bruce." Tim thanks, knowing that Bruce's behavior just now is to appease him.

Batman didn't say anything, and he took one more look at Tim to make sure Tim wasn't going to have a mental breakdown before turning around and moving on.

Tim took a deep breath, unwilling to turn his head to look down again, just by looking at it, he could recall the scene just now.

Such a picture would send him into a nervous breakdown.

He couldn't take it, he wasn't strong like Batman, and Tim was a sixteen-year-old boy, two years away from legal adulthood, after all.

The author has something to say:

Aesop was almost finalized as seafood sushi, so dangerous, so dangerous hahaha