me and my vest

"In front is Judge Su Bingluo's house." Gordon said, "There are already patrolling police officers in the past to evacuate people."

"If he wants to..."

The radio station on the police car was originally broadcasting the weather forecast, but now there was the sound of electricity, a few gunshots, and the exclamation of the female anchor, followed by the sound of chairs rubbing against the ground.

"Anyone? Can you hear me? This is joker."

The clown's characteristic pompous voice rang through the streets of Gotham over the radio, "Good morning, people of Gotham--to make a long story short, if you want to stop this week's ubiquitous explosions, you need to put the black little Hand over the bats, or be conscious, you see, they died because of..."

Gordon held the steering wheel with one hand and turned off the radio with a snap.

"These things make no sense, and even if Batman was handed over, it was only out of fear of the Joker, not because there was anything wrong with Batman."

"Where is Harvey Dent now?"

"Charity party." Gordon quickly caught up with the detective's jumping thinking-he was used to it, "Bruce Wayne held it for him to collect donations."

"We can't get there in time," said the detective. "If I were the clown, I wouldn't arrange the deaths of the three people too far apart."

"Do you have a plan?" Gordon asked calmly.

"No."

"But I have a partner."

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"Doctor Hardwick, please sit here!"

Edward Nygma excitedly removed the filing cabinets in the archives to make room for visiting Watson to set down his chair.

"Thank you." Watson took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa. Watching Edward running around making black tea for him, he couldn't help sighing, "You are really warm, Mr. Nigma."

Modern society is very different from the nineteenth century in which Watson lived. At that time in London, people’s hospitality etiquette was very sufficient and complicated. But in Gotham now, it is an absolute reward for Watson to be hit by someone on the road. Less than an apology.

Poor Peanut was a little moved by his long-lost polite hospitality.

"Because I heard from others that you are Mr. Paltrow's partner." Edward Nygma said, "I can't imagine that his scouting ability needs a partner. You must be very good."

"No, compared to my friend, I am almost useless. Perhaps only medical skills can surpass him. His reasoning ability is beyond my imagination."

"That's impossible, are you kidding me?" Edward Nygma asked in amazement, his gelled hair curling up in excitement. "I could fill a room or a heart. Someone else might have me." , but I cannot share. What am I?①”

Thanks to the great detective Sherlock Holmes, Watson is very adaptable to such a sudden question-and-answer session without any warning.

"emm light?"

"Light is something to share, and it doesn't fill a heart."

"Well, I can't guess."

"It's loneliness."

"Ah, indeed, I see, it's a good riddle," said Watson suddenly.

Nygma, who had never been so sincerely praised, was stunned. Yes, the detective was only very interested in his puzzles. After a while, he said slowly, "Doctor Hardwick, I see why you are Mr. Paltrow's partner."

"You are the best listener."

Edward Nygma pushed a portable TV to Watson, "I will take good care of you, Mr. Paltrow, please, if you are bored, why don't you watch this TV series."

"What TV show?"

"It was filmed in the UK. It has just released a few episodes, but I have already started to follow it. You will like it too."

Turn on the TV for Watson, and Edward Nygma is busy. Harvey Dent has recently approved a lot of criminals to come in, and he has a lot of files to deal with.

As I said before, the first thing Watson did when he came to Gotham Society was to use the remote control, so he would still watch TV.

Sherlock?

This show must be about Sherlock, Watson rolled his eyes, even if he was very interested in the adaptation of himself and Sherlock at first, he is now tired of watching it.

Unexpectedly, the show was set in London in the 21st century, and Watson was quickly addicted to it, and felt that it made sense.

Until Mycroft Holmes came on the scene.

It's Sherlock's brother. In reality, he is much fatter than the one on TV.

The sudden ringing of the phone brought Watson back to reality, "Sherlock?"

"John, are you at the police station?"

"Yes."

"Can you go to my desk?"

While the detective on the other end of the phone was talking, Watson walked to the office area of ​​the police station. When he stopped at Shi Li's desk, all the staff looked at him in disbelief.

A lot of Sherlock Holmes-like little things were pushed on the table.

Magnifying glasses, pipes, flashlights, syringes, bullets, guns, and paper with bad characters on it.

"John, have you opened the cabinet below and touched the wooden board? Move it away. There is a box under it. There is a lamp in the box. Ask anyone to light it on the roof."

"I found it, wait, is this a bat light? It's for..."

"Yes, that's what you think."

"Can this be used during the day?"

"Yes, this is a special device. I have something else to do. John, you must stay at the police station. If anyone calls you and says that I told you to escape to another place, you don't believe me, understand? "

"If I told you to leave, I would definitely call myself."

"understood."

There was a beep on the other end of the phone, and the call ended.

Watson raised his head, and everyone at the surrounding desks looked at him with the eyes of "how dare you flip over that person's desk".

"Emm, who can help light a lamp?"

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"When did you hide the Bat-Light with you?" Gordon asked aloud.

"Didn't we meet him on the top floor together a few weeks ago?"

While answering Gordon, Shi Li put his hands in his pockets, typed blindly, and sent text messages to Alfred. The bat light was just a pretense for people not to know that he knew Bruce. The real delivery of news still depends on direct communication .

"But that doesn't mean you got the bat lamp!"

"There are still many things you don't know." The detective slammed open the car door, jumped out while Gordon was still driving, rolled around and ran to a house not far away.

In front of the red high-end apartment, several people in police uniforms surrounded there.

"Is there somewhere I'm going?" The woman in business attire with curly hair panicked holding the folder, "Open it now?"

"No, ma'am, turn it on after you get in the car, you drive by yourself, no one will follow you."

"Okay, I'll come according to the arrangement." Su Bingluo opened the car door with a brown paper bag, but when she sat on it, she was dragged off, and her high heels and bag were thrown all over the floor.

"God, who are you, what—?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, go away with me first."

As soon as Shi Li took her a few steps away, the black car exploded, the flames engulfed the vehicle, and the scattered fragments exploded. Gordon's police car drove over in time and blocked the secondary damage of the explosion for the two of them. .

"It's just Harvey Dent left now, isn't it?"

"Yes." The detective nodded, "Of course he was rescued by others."

At the same time, the clown did break into the venue. Bruce stunned Harvey Dent and put him in the room. He went to the secret room and changed into Batman's uniform and went out.

The Joker seemed to be confirming who Batman was. He obviously thought that Harvey Dent was very likely, so he threw Rachel down the stairs, but in this way he completely denied his conjecture.

Bruce's jump to save her was quick and urgent, but the Joker understood that he was like Batman, and Harvey Dent wasn't that crazy.

Taking advantage of Bruce's efforts to save others, the clown escaped.

His operation this time was regarded as a failure, and none of the three people was missing, but the clown didn't care about these things, he was only interested in Batman and consulting detectives, the others died when they died, and lived when they lived.

Either way, the Joker was never caught.

So after the consulting detective took Watson home from the police station shivering in his coat, his house ushered in uninvited guests.

Bruce didn't intend to reveal his identity to Watson, so he drove the Batmobile and came wearing a bat suit. As soon as the lights were turned on, Watson was shocked by the appearance of a person sitting on the sofa so dark that there was no white at all.

"John, it's my guest." The detective pushed Watson by the back and pushed him into the bedroom. "Maybe you'd like to give us some alone time, about ten minutes."

"You can talk for as long as you want."

When Watson entered the bedroom, Shi Li turned to look at Bruce, "What's the matter?"

"Perhaps I should surrender myself, Mr. Holmes."

"You can't compromise with criminals. What will you do if another clown comes in the future? Crying in pain in prison?"

"The plan is for the future, the present must be solved first, and I have to think about Gotham."

"Do you really think he will give up just because you revealed your identity?"

The detective took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and sat down opposite Bruce, "Bruce, he just wants to see you or me go crazy. What he wants is chaos and fun. You can't treat him as a normal person."

"He blew up Gotham recklessly, terrified the people, and drove them to the extreme of fear. People are irrational when they are afraid. As long as the clown gives a way, such as handing over you, everyone will follow suit. .”

"The next step is that he might ask people to kill each other for his pleasure, and there won't be many people who hesitate. More than two humans will start to line up, Bruce, and Gotham will split into countless small fragments."

"Don't forget that he came from Arkham."

"Have you any plans, Mr. Holmes?"

"Yes, there will be a press conference tomorrow." The detective pointed at himself, "I am Batman."

The writer has something to say: Harvey Dent has been kicked off the script.

Note: ① in the article is the line of the Riddler in the TV series Gotham, not original.