[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

The abandoned building wasn't empty.

Grace and Bruce walked into the first floor, and there were several dilapidated beds on the ground. The beds were nothing more than a piece of fabric pulled from nowhere.

Someone was sitting against the wall, not looking at them at all, with a thin body and a dull expression.

Drugs have already emptied the bodies of such people, and in the near future, what awaits them is death.

There was also a couple inside, laughing maniacally, probably because they were high on drugs.

This seems to be a hangout for junkies and bums.

There was nothing wrong with the first floor, no one even left.

The two continued to go up, but no one was on the second floor, and they found some blood on the wall of the stairwell.

"Be careful," Bruce reminded.

"Yeah." Grace nodded, tightening the gun in her hand.

They walked to the third floor, looked inside from the stairwell, and the first thing they saw in the darkness was an empty bed.

That's not normal, knowing homeless people don't leave behind what little money they have until...they're in real danger to their lives.

Grace gave Bruce a look, and Bruce quickly understood, and disappeared into the darkness.

Of course, it was just invisible, it was enough for Grace to know that he was there.

Grace entered the floor from the stairwell alone.

In the absolute silence, she could hear someone's slight breathing.

"Come out." She chose to speak directly without hesitation.

She didn't get a response, just heard some cloth rubbing again.

Grace felt a little strange, and took a few steps forward with her gun raised.

There seemed to be a person sitting in the corner of the deepest floor, but the moonlight couldn't find it, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Grace's vigilance is deepening.

She faintly felt that the person in the corner might not be the live broadcaster.

Grace was getting closer and closer to that corner, and she was gradually able to see the silhouette of that person clearly.

It was a... woman, she was wearing some shabby clothes, her hair was messy, her hands and feet were trapped, her mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth, her face looked terrified, and she couldn't stop her tears.

This also appears to be a stray.

Grace didn't approach her, instead she turned around and kicked her.

The person who had rushed towards her from above suddenly fell out, and was tied up by a rope thrown out from nowhere in the next second, and fell directly to the ground.

"The timing is perfect." Grace praised without hesitation, and a black shadow descended and stood beside her.

"The kick is also very accurate." Bruce said flatly.

Grace smiled and shook her head, and first walked to the tied woman and loosened the rope for her.

"Don't call the police, okay?" she said softly.

The woman nodded desperately, and looked at her without gratitude, but with fear. After the woman stood up, she ran out without looking back.

"Am I that scary?" Grace complained in a low voice, somewhat depressed.

Bruce turned to look at her, as if telling her to stop.

Grace felt really innocent.

"Damn it, damn it...!"

The people on the ground were struggling non-stop, but Batman's rope was made of special materials, unless it was as powerful as Superman, it could only be cut with an extremely sharp knife.

Obviously, the broadcaster who fell to the ground did not have that kind of power.

Grace reached out and grabbed his collar, lifted him up and sat down on the ground.

"You were looking for me, so I'm here." Grace smiled at the man in front of her, but the smile didn't bring warmth.

The man sneered, and there seemed to be a certain hatred in his eyes looking at Grace.

Grace didn't know where this hatred came from, and it was almost the same for her.

By this time Bruce had scanned his face with the tool and started searching for information using the database.

"There is no such person." He frowned slightly, looking at the last displayed information.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at the broadcaster for a while.

"It's not possessed, but an entity?"

So far, there has only been one broadcaster in Gotham who came to their world with a physical entity.

"This is all caused by you!" The live broadcaster's expression became hideous in an instant.

"What did I cause?" Grace asked directly regardless of the killing intent in his eyes.

"It was you who broke the live broadcast device," he looked at Grace viciously, "it was you who broke my spiritual body."

Great, new nouns appear.

What is the spiritual body?

However, there was one more thing Grace was concerned about.

"Will you not be forcibly deported?" He said the word "live broadcast" very clearly just now.

Grace recalled the scene at that time, and she did hear the word live broadcast at that time.

Coupled with Leonard's words when he was mentally unstable, she will start to investigate this matter.

This streamer was different from the start.

"Forced deportation? I'm different from those live broadcasters who obediently abide by the rules." When the man said this, there was a bit of disdain in it, and there was a bit of madness in his smile.

Are there factions among the broadcasters?Can forced deportation be cancelled?

Grace and Bruce looked at each other, slightly surprised by this.

But if you think about it carefully, the live broadcaster in front of you is really different from others.

She has seen a woman possessed by a beautiful model, encountered a black box that is mysterious, and also seen the unreasonable girl in Carter's body.

None of them have the same violent tendencies as the one in front of them.

Seeing that the man still had a high self-esteem, Grace felt unhappy.

She knelt down, grabbed the man's wrist and looked at his neck, but there were no ornaments carved with thorns.

"Do you think I'll let you break the live broadcast again?"

Seeing Grace's downcast expression, the man couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was pulling back.

"Look at her expression hahahaha!" He seemed to be talking to his audience.

Bruce walked up to him, took out another machine, turned it on and started scanning the man's body directly.

The man stopped laughing and looked at him with disdain: "Forget it, low-level low-level technology."

He made no effort to hide his sarcasm.

"In fact, as long as you are a normal human body, this machine can scan out certain... metallic substances that should not exist in the human body."

When the machine swept across the man's back, it suddenly made a beeping sound, as if it was desperately hitting the man's face.

"Varied……!"

Grace immediately pulled out a small knife and pressed it against the man's back.

"Is this here, Bruce?" The tip of the knife stabbed a little into the flesh, and the man cried out in pain.

"Three centimeters down." Bruce corrected Grace.

The man's expression twisted, and while he began to curse angrily, his body began to glow.

"Don't think it's just this time...ah!!" The light on the man's body faded instantly.

Grace's knife was very fast, and it tore through the flesh on the man's back, piercing a hard object.

She withdrew the knife, and with another scream from the broadcaster, she raised her hand and dug out a metal disc from the flesh.

"Wipe your hands." Bruce took out a handkerchief from nowhere.

"Thanks, I was feeling dirty."

The mocking mutual agreement between the two made the man's face turn red with anger.

His eyes were red, and his expression was twisted like a ghost.

"Give it back to me!" he yelled.

Grace took the disc and looked at it carefully. It was carved with thorn patterns familiar enough to her.

Below the thorn pattern is a string of very small numbers - 4392.

Just like the 73 on the black box cane, but with a much larger number.

This may be the number of their broadcaster.

"I think you should be able to go back," Grace pinched the disc with her fingers, "but as long as you try to escape, I will destroy the disc."

Of course, the broadcaster started yelling, all kinds of dirty words came out of his mouth.

Panic appeared in his eyes for the first time, but he still couldn't let go of the air that he was born in a so-called higher dimension.

Grace didn't speak, but just let him insult herself, but her eyes became colder and colder.

It is hopeless.

"Have you scolded enough?" Bruce asked from the side.

The live broadcaster just wanted to scold him together, but turned his head for a moment and felt a bit of chilling to the bone.

It was the pressure brought by this strange person in front of him with a mask and a cape.

This man is even scarier than the woman holding his live broadcast device.

"You just need to answer the question," Bruce said in a hoarse and deep voice, adding some horror to his words, "or never speak."

The live broadcaster stared at him with wide eyes, the bloodshot eyes made the live broadcaster look a bit hideous.

However, his breath weakened.

"I see." The broadcaster said through gritted teeth.

Grace turned to look at Bruce, blinking.

He thought he felt the same, and turned to look at Grace.

You are very skilled at scaring people, and you obviously won't kill him at all.

Just get used to it.

The eye contact between the two ended in an instant, and they turned their heads to look at the live broadcaster again.

Next is the main event.

*****

The so-called low dimension is a general consensus among people.

When scientists discovered universes of other dimensions, they found that many of these universes were related to various works of the Earth period.

Such as TV series, movies, animation and so on.

Those Earth-era works have long been part of archaeology, and most of the material has been lost.

Scientists believe that it is because of the existence of those works that these other dimensional universes exist.

People have a pure sense of superiority towards these lower dimensional universes.

"If it weren't for our ancestors, how could you exist?" The live broadcaster's words were full of malice.

When Grace and Bruce heard this, their hearts were also shaken.

But neither of them was someone who would be so flustered that they couldn't think about something, they still looked at the live broadcaster calmly.

Over time, people's interest in other dimensional universes created by the ancestors has not diminished but increased.

The Thorn Live Streaming System was born in this environment.

It is a transfer technology developed by a company called Triple Knot.

At the beginning, the system could only be transferred physically, and the price was very high, and most people simply did not have the financial strength to buy it.

And the auxiliary function it has is only to shoot video and upload it.

However, many people still bought the system.

After all, who wouldn't want to travel to other dimensional universes to see for themselves?How interesting that is.

The person in charge of the three-ring knot company is a very thoughtful person. In the first few years before the system was released, he made many changes.

For example, the function of real-time evaluation and reward has been added, and many extremely practical props have been developed.

The biggest change is that 12 years after the system was released, the three-ring knot completed the function of mental body transfer.

The mental body transfer cannot be transferred to a specific person, but it can choose a general identity background.

Compared with the body of the physical transfer, the price of the body of the spiritual transfer is relatively low, and ordinary people can also afford it.

Since then, it has entered the era of national live broadcast.

People are scrambling to go to the lower-dimensional universe, but at this time people's thinking has changed from pure curiosity to profiteering.

However, the number of people traveling to other dimensional universes is not unlimited.

Sanhuan Knots Company stipulates that no more than ten live broadcasters can exist in each universe at the same time.

Many people protested, but the three-ring knot company was unmoved.

At the same time, switching to other universes requires buying time from the Three-Link Knot Company, which makes the waiting time for popular universes unimaginably long.

Generally, as long as it is a comprehensive universe, it is very popular, even if most people don't understand what is special about these universes, and what works are related to the previous earth period.

But as long as the three-ring knot company adds a long explanatory suffix to a certain universe, there will always be tens of thousands of people flocking to watch your live broadcast.

"Wouldn't it be a violation of your law to live broadcast killing others?" Grace frowned.

If it was their place, if they dared to do this, they would have been targeted by the police long ago.

The live broadcaster laughed. He licked his chapped lips and replied, "I haven't broken the law in our world."

He has no guilt about killing people in lower dimensions, or he is abnormal and cannot vent in his own world, just change to another place.

"For you, our place is a paradise for crime." Bruce said coldly.

"The response is really fast," the live broadcaster smirked, "There are many people like me."

Their live broadcasts will not be put on the platform of the general public, but an internal platform they have established themselves.

Grace remembered what the broadcaster in front of him had said. He was different from those broadcasters who followed the rules.

"Not only did you bypass the platform of the three-ring knot, you also modified your own system." Grace said in a deep voice.

The live broadcaster nodded without hesitation, and he said, "Who wants to queue up stupidly."

Although the live broadcast system is very sophisticated, it is not without loopholes.

A very small number of smart people have learned how to deceive the system. They are clearly at the back, but they can come to a certain universe at the same time as the people at the front, and have the same time.

The downside of this is that some functions will not be available.

"Such as forced deportation." Grace understood what he meant.

"This kind of useless function can be offline long ago." The live broadcaster said disdainfully.

And people like them are generally called stowaways.

The method of modifying the system is not something ordinary people can think of, and the people who generally research it will not share this method with others.

This results in a small number of stowaways, many of whom do not even know the existence of this group.

"You said that I destroyed your spiritual body, so what's going on?"

Grace remembers what the man said when he yelled at her at first.

When this incident was mentioned, the live broadcaster was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said: "You broke the necklace, I had to transfer my spirit body urgently, but part of my spirit body is missing."

"...stayed in Leonard's mind." Grace murmured in a low voice.

That's why Leonard suffered so much afterwards.

It was indeed her fault.

Grace's expression darkened a bit.

Bruce noticed her depression, and understood the reason in his heart. He didn't directly comfort her, but changed the topic silently.

"The lack of mental body causes your physical inconvenience." He said this sentence with an affirmative tone.

This is why the live broadcaster suddenly cannot support his body, and even suffers from weakness in his lower limbs.

The speed of Bruce's thinking surprised the live broadcaster, perhaps because he could not accept that humans in the lower-dimensional universe have such intelligence.

"And because of the lack of a spiritual body, I can no longer use mental transfer."

The broadcaster stares hard at Grace.

"So, you spent a lot of money to buy a body that was physically transferred, and came to seek revenge on me?" Grace sneered.

The live broadcaster's chest heaved with anger from her tone, but soon he calmed down, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes.

"It's not just me," the broadcaster raised his head to look at her, "You are being watched by everyone."

If there were no greater benefits, wouldn't he have spent so much money to buy a physically transferred body?

"Be clear." Grace said in a cold voice.

Grace and Bruce guessed right.

She was targeted because of the broadcaster who possessed Carter.

The live streamer didn't have many viewers, but her live video was spread everywhere because of Grace's scolding in the last few minutes.

People are irritated, they are just low-dimensional, what right do they have to say such things to them.

"A lot of people want to find you and teach you a lesson." The broadcaster looked at her as if seeing her death.

Grace didn't show the fear he expected.

Her expression was calm, and there was even sarcasm and pity in her eyes.

What a ridiculous self-esteem, what kind of people are these people.

"Are you still live?" Grace asked suddenly.

"...I cut it off." The live broadcaster turned his head, as if to hide his unwillingness.

For a live broadcast platform for criminals like them, the viewers are basically criminals, or people who are not mentally normal.

He originally wanted to broadcast the killing of Grace live, and he took a very catchy title.

He didn't turn off the live broadcast at first, but Grace took the live broadcast device and threatened him midway, so he couldn't afford to lose face.

"It's a pity." She seemed to be really sorry.

Bruce turned to look at her, frowned slightly, and said, "Don't do that."

"...how did you guess so quickly," Grace said helplessly, "don't worry, I won't say anything."

She just wanted to tell those people to come over.

Well, it was provocative, and Bruce would never allow her to do that.

"One last question." Grace smiled.

"What will happen if the damage is damaged in the physical state?"

The broadcaster suddenly had some bad premonitions.

"What are you doing!"

"If you don't say anything, I can only break it." Her smile became more 'friendly'.

The live broadcaster took a breath and stammered for a long time before the voice came out from between his fingers.

"Yes... there is no way to go back."

"Great."

The corners of Grace's mouth curled up even more.

"You know what? In your universe, you probably wouldn't be considered a criminal."

She pinched the metal disc engraved with thorns in her fingertips.

"But here with us, murdering people has only one end."

"die."

Grace violently bent the disc.

"You... uh!"

The live broadcaster was really scared this time, and almost jumped up from the ground while being tied up.

But in the next second, he was hit on the face by Grace, and fell to the ground and passed out.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Grace let out a breath, as if she had held it in for too long.

In fact, she really wanted to kill the broadcaster directly.

Killing intent flashed in her eyes.

But she held back.

She wants to see him tortured in prison, feel the pain of never being able to go back, and wants him to regret everything he has done now every time he dreams back at midnight.

It's just that death is too cheap for such a person.

"Grace." Bruce's voice interrupted her thoughts suddenly.

She blinked suddenly and woke up. She found that she had just fallen into some negative emotions uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" He was keenly aware of her loss of emotional control.

"...Well, I'm... fine." Grace smiled at him.

"Leave it to me to deal with it."

Bruce looked at the live broadcaster who fell unconscious on the ground and said.

Grace nodded silently.

"...Go back and have a good rest." Bruce looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and just said so.

"I will."

*****

It was one o'clock in the morning when Grace entered the house.

Pudding was lying on the sofa in the living room, and stood up when he heard the sound.

"Shh, good boy, don't wake Ivan up." Grace whispered, hugged Pudding in her arms, and sat on the sofa.

Pudding seemed to understand Grace's words, and obediently asked Grace to smooth its fur.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she just didn't feel sleepy.

The amount of information experienced today was too great, which made Grace somewhat at a loss.

So-called broadcasters are not in the same universe as they are, which makes things extremely complicated.

As it stands, they cannot travel to another universe.

And even if they could go there, it might not be able to change the minds of the people over there.

The other party regards them as a kind of... low-end creations, maintaining a high-level mentality.

It is incomprehensible.

Didn't any of them feel that everything was real after being in other worlds?

This is not a virtual game, everything here is real.

The strength of Grace's subordinates increased unconsciously, and Pudding meowed in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, sorry sorry." Grace immediately apologized and rubbed Pudding's back.

She couldn't help sighing, feeling very upset.

Suddenly, Grace heard the door of Ivan's room open.

She turned her head immediately and saw Ivan coming out in his pajamas.

"Did I wake you up?" She looked at her adoptive father apologetically.

"I didn't fall asleep much at first," Ivan walked over, "Who told someone to run to solve some case as soon as he came back."

"I made you worry." Grace smiled apologetically.

Ivan raised his hand and turned on the wall lamp in the living room, then went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

He walked back and sat across from Grace.

"How's the case?" he inquired.

"Well... it's solved." That's all Grace could say.

In fact, it's not a solution at all.

"Then why do you look in such a bad mood?" Ivan knew his adopted daughter too well.

The smile on Grace's face faded for a moment, she looked down at Pudding, it just turned over, exposing its belly, looking at her with its green eyes.

Usually, she would always feel better when she saw such a scene, but today was an exception.

"Gracey?" Ivan said softly, "What bothers you so much?"

"I..." Grace didn't know how to speak.

If it was the past, she might have secretly revealed bits and pieces of information to Ivan.

But I don't know why, it may be because of everything that happened just now, or it may be because the words of that strange woman suddenly appeared in her mind, and she became a little unable to speak.

Grace felt that she should trust Ivan, so she wanted to dispel her doubts.

"Ivan, I said during the meal that I have something to ask you." She made a decisive decision.

The old man's hand holding the teacup trembled suddenly, but the expression on his face did not change.

"What do you want to ask?" Ivan looked at Grace with a smile.

"Do you know Ivan Mod?" she asked directly.

Ivan took a sip of water and replied: "Although this person has the same name as me, should I know him?"

He behaved very normally, with a little doubt in his expression.

Grace trusted Ivan from the bottom of her heart, and he looked the same, which finally made her feel relieved.

"Well, nothing." Grace smiled.

This was perhaps the happiest thing for her today.

"It's really weird." Ivan scolded with a smile.

He wanted to put the water glass on the table, but suddenly his hand slipped, the glass fell directly to the ground and broke, and the water immediately flooded the floor.

Pudding jumped out of Grace's arms in fright, grunting and bristling.

"It's okay." Grace reassured immediately.

"It's really old, I'll clean it up... Hiss!" Ivan just bent down and stretched out his hand to get the broken glass, and cut his hand, as if he was absent-minded.

Grace was a little worried, stood up and stuffed the pudding into Ivan's arms, preventing it from running around.

"Stop moving, I'll clean it up, let me see your hands." She reached out and held Ivan's wrist.

She froze for a moment when she touched Ivan's skin.

Why... so cold?

The weather is not cold now.

Grace turned over to look at his palms, and removed the blood from between the fingers, and the palms were sweaty, which was why Ivan slipped and dropped the cup.

She was a little dazed, and looked up at Ivan. As she got closer, she noticed the beads of sweat on Ivan's forehead.

"What's wrong?" Ivan met Grace's eyes and saw the doubt in her eyes.

"You..." Why are you so nervous?

What is Ivan nervous about?

Just because you dropped a cup?

No, it's because...he was lying to her.

Grace's heart sank little by little, and the hand holding Ivan was unconsciously let go.

"I'll go...get a Band-Aid, wait." She stood up suddenly and left the living room.

Ivan looked at the back of her leaving, and seemed to feel something was different.

Grace took out the medicine box from the cabinet in the room, put it on the table and opened it, watching that the Band-Aid on the top shelf did not move.

She raised her hands to cover her face, closed her eyes and raised her head in silence for a while.

Grace lowered her hand, picked up the Band-Aid, and stuffed the closed medicine box back into the cabinet.

Grace returned to the living room and saw Ivan sitting there, looking at her with a look of bewilderment.

She didn't speak, just walked back and put the Band-Aid on the table.

"Here, post it yourself first, and I'll clean it up..."

Grace tried not to be too obvious, but she couldn't continue in the middle of the sentence.

She took a deep breath and asked hoarsely, "Why did you lie to me?"

As soon as Grace finished speaking, Ivan showed obvious panic, which was the complete opposite of his previous calmness.

"No, Gracie, I..."

"Stop, don't call me that," Grace interrupted him, "Ivan, you know everything."

Ivan looked at her, not knowing how to explain, and couldn't even make a sound.

"I trust you so much." Grace rubbed her face, trying to calm herself down.

"Did you really think of me as your daughter? Or just a prop for you to make money?"

Grace turned her head and took another deep breath.

"Sorry, I want to go out for a walk." She turned and left without hesitation.

"No, Gracie!"

Ivan hurriedly tried to stop her, but the answer was the sound of closing the door.

*****

Grace walked briskly down the street without stopping for a moment, as if she was venting her emotions.

At last she was running, running fast.

She didn't know how long she ran, nor how far she ran.

When she stopped, she was already on an unknown hillside.

Grace wondered if she might have run into some park, because she could see a bench by the side of the road.

She stood by the railing, looking down at the woods and the road, panting heavily.

Grace's sanity was gradually returning to the cage, and she heard the sound of birds.

Looking back, a few birds suddenly flew out of the big tree not far behind.

"Who's there!" Grace snapped.

A few seconds later, someone suddenly fell from the tree.

It was Bruce.

Her heart was beating violently due to exercise, but she didn't know why she felt a certain sense of peace of mind when she saw him.

The expression on Grace's face was blank, watching the man slowly walk up to her.

"...You, why..." Shouldn't he have gone back after finishing the matter?

She couldn't react in her mind, perhaps because of the lack of oxygen from running.

"I see." Bruce said without end.

He knows?what do you know?

Grace was still catching her breath.

"About... your adoptive father," Bruce explained.

Grace suddenly understood, what he knew.

"...I'm sorry, Bruce." She apologized automatically.

She'd already felt what it was like to be lied to by someone she trusted.

"I know."

Bruce frowned slightly, and took a few steps closer to Grace.

"You... are crying." He hesitated for a moment before finishing his words.

"What? No...I..." Grace raised her hand to wipe her cheeks and realized that she seemed to be crying.

Her eye sockets were a little sore, and she said, "No, it's just sweat."

After running for such a long distance, she was drenched in sweat all over her body.

Bruce didn't break her down, just asked, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Grace tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth, showing an extremely ugly smile.

"It's just that Ivan... deceived me."

The smile on the corner of Grace's mouth still couldn't hold back, and there was a rare injury in her eyes.

"That's...not good, Bruce."

"It's really... not very good."

She repeated unconsciously, trying not to act so out of control.

"Calmdown."

Bruce's voice is still the same tone as usual, but it has inexplicable magic power at this time.

Grace looked at him, took a deep breath, and her beating heart started to slow down.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

after many years

Ivan (jumping): Did you just sneak in at that moment! ! !

Master (calmly): You lied to her, I just happened to be there.

Ivan (with a guilty conscience in rage): Shit!You clearly planned it for a long time!

Grace (helpless): Do you two feel uncomfortable without arguing all day?

Master (Innocent): In fact, I think he provoked unilaterally

Ivan (furious): Get out of here!

The three-in-one chapter is here! !I finally caught up (hey

The Dongchuang incident was revealed, and the adoptive father successfully joined the wax spotting group (x