After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Gotham, this notorious city in North America, every inch of its land is soaked in the blood of crime, and every dark corner has hidden the robes of death.It may be the most incredible city in North America, and the most difficult question on Quora about Gotham is: What is life like for a normal person in this city?

Perhaps this question should be asked in a different way: Are there really normal people in this city?

Hilda wakes up early in the morning in Gotham.

The dim light of the sky fell on her face through the narrow window, and she felt that her brain was blank, and some fragmented fragments flashed from time to time, like a noisy background sound, tearing her nerves.

Thousands of voices, laughing, roaring, lamenting, joking, calling her name:

"... Hilda, Hilda, Hilda—"

nonstop.

She realized that there must be something wrong with her, that she had lost her memory somehow, that she knew nothing in her head except her own name and a few broken syllables.

In the ear is a lazy female voice, singing the impermanence of the world with the accompaniment of music.Hilda sat up, pressed her forehead, and looked at the narrow and dark room.There are yellow retro wallpapers on the walls, stacked magazines and various DVDs on the floor, a tapestry hanging from one corner, crooked throw pillows on the gray-blue sofa, and an old-fashioned TV set occupying the absolute center Next to it is a smart phone, and the music is coming from here.

All this seemed too strange, even if she lost her memory, she could tell that this was definitely not her usual living environment.

Dark green curtains were drawn half a meter away, impenetrable to light.She got out of bed, walked over there, opened a corner of the curtain and looked out, the window was separated by barbed wire, splitting the gray sky, and outside the window was a black alley, with several tattooed men leaning against the corner, Cursing and smoking a cigarette.

"Are you awake?" Martina stood at the door with a tired look on her face as she extinguished the red cigarette butt on the metal cabinet.

Hilda looked at her suspiciously: "Who are you?"

Martina raised her eyes: "... two days ago, in the alley downstairs, you saved me, don't you remember? My name is Martina, Martina Walker."

"I... saved you?" Hilda frowned. She always felt that the word "save" didn't fit her very well.Save a stranger?No……

She turned around: "I have forgotten a lot of things, but I still remember that my name is Hilda." She observed Martina, but was disappointed to confirm the fact of the "stranger" from her actions .

"Then, hello, Hilda." Martina said. She was still standing by the door. In this stagnant atmosphere, she subconsciously folded her arms and put on an unconscious defensive attitude.

"...Martina?" A little girl's voice sounded from behind her, breaking the embarrassment.Martina turned around subconsciously, revealing the little girl's silver-gray hair and a pair of big, lifeless eyes.

Martina frowned: "Alice, why are you here?"

"I heard the sound." Alice said softly, soft like a petal, her face was pale after recovering from a serious illness, "Is she awake?"

Hilda stared at Alice, as if aware of her gaze, Alice looked in her direction: "...the stars?"

Hilda narrowed her eyes: "What...?"

"Her name is Hilda," said Martina. "Not a star. Sorry, that's what children are. Her name is Alice. She's my... sister."

"Why do you call me Star?" Hilda asked.

Alice clasped her hands and faced Hilda, but her eyes were out of focus.Hearing this question, she smiled: "Because I saw it." The person who comes from the stars, the person who brings new possibilities, the person who must stay.

Her words didn't answer the question.Hilda stared at her for a while, then lost interest in such a blind little girl.Now she just wants to get her memory back - she has a hunch that it must be very important to her.

Alice walked over slowly and sat by the bed.Martina turned around, closed the iron door, and looked at the two of them in silence with deep eyes.

If Martina didn't have the slightest guess about Hilda's identity, then this must be a lie.She grew up at the bottom of Gotham since she was a child, and she can live to this day by no means relying on the good quality of "repaying kindness".

Hilda is a mutant, and not surprisingly, her abilities are skewed towards combat.Maybe she was a test subject who escaped from somewhere, maybe, she was an ordinary mutant who was expelled from the family.Martina doesn't need to care about those, as long as Hilda can bring them new hope... because she has had enough of it——!

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Hilda looked over.

Martina's expression changed: "Who is it?"

"It's me!" came the thick male voice, "Open the door!"

Her complexion was a little ugly, Alice jumped off the bed and hid behind the green curtain.Martina opened the iron door: "Mr. Landlord."

"Martina, have you been too arrogant lately? I heard that you put an extra person in my house?" The landlord was tall and bearded, and he bumped Martina away with his hands like Inadvertently slid across Martina's waist, his eyes flicked around Hilda's body, and then vaguely landed on Martina's bumpy figure, "Do I look so charitable? Huh?!"

"She's just staying here for a while," Martina evaded and said in a low voice, "I'll drive her away later."

But the landlord didn't want to let her go: "I don't believe it - I think she is a stowaway. Miss Martina," he deliberately posted a little closer, "You broke the contract, you must pay some liquidated damages. Oh , and this month's rent—”

Martina's face was ugly: "Rent?! I have already paid the rent for a year!"

"You did pay one year's rent," the man said shamelessly, "but I don't know, after I rented the house to you, the price of my house has gone up!"

Martina looked at the guy in front of her in disbelief: "You..."

"If you really can't afford it," the landlord stretched out his hand and frivolously tried to touch her hair, but was avoided, "Of course, I'm a very reasonable person, there are other ways..." He hinted look at her.

Disgusting memories came flooding back, Martina's hand clutching the door frame, veins bursting out, maybe it was because she couldn't let go of her shame in front of the two children, maybe it was because she had been exhausted from various things recently , At this moment, she actually had a thought that she didn't want to make false claims anymore, but wanted to overthrow all of this directly.

The people of Gotham are good at hypocrisy and obedience, and they don't care about bowing their knees at the right time-but they will never be willing to kneel on the ground all the time.

"Go away." Martina said in a deep voice.

"What did you say?" The landlord was stunned, and then became angry, "You don't want to toast and not eat fine wine—" He stretched out his hand, but was kicked to the ground the next moment, he was a little dazed for a while, and couldn't help but look up To Hilda, who was standing aside and still hadn't taken her foot back.

"She said to tell you to fuck off," Hilda looked down at him, casually flicking the dust off her fingertips.

"You fucking——" the landlord stood up and punched Hilda angrily.

She put her hands against the fist, laughed, and then slowly tightened her palms. The bones made a toothache sound. The landlord yelled, and the next moment she was kicked in the stomach, fell on the stairs, and rolled down screaming.

Martina's eyes widened slightly, and then she thought of something, showing excitement.

Hilda patted her head, as if feeling a little dizzy, turned around and swayed on the bed.Alice came out, her face was stained with a blush, she finally got rid of that pale look, and smiled.

But Martina couldn't be as blindly optimistic as the little girl. She pursed her lips, tentatively and nervously: "...you leave now, he will definitely come to trouble you later."

Hilda didn't care, and wrapped the quilt around her body: "Oh."

"He's definitely carrying a gun!" Martina said. "Do you think it's a joke? Killing someone in Crime Alley is nothing! Nobody cares!"

Hilda is very calm, although she doesn't understand why she is so calm, but she just has such a premonition: everything she has seen so far cannot pose any threat to her.Whether it's the lady who was "saved by her" in front of her, or the annoying man just now, they are like ants in her eyes, without any threat.Even, she knew very well that if she had been more serious just now, that man would not even have a chance of surviving.

She glanced at Martina: "Then why wasn't he the one who died?"

Martina: "..."

"You," she frowned, staring at Hilda, "are you a mutant with the ability to fight?"

"Mutant?" Hilda was exposed to this word for the first time, "What is that?"

"Mutants are people who are different from ordinary people." Alice said cheerfully, she looked a little excited, "People with mutant abilities, people like us." She climbed onto the bed, wanting to get close to Hill Da, but carefully left a little space, not really sticking to each other, "I, and you, we are special."

"Okay, I'm indeed a mutant." Hilda didn't hesitate, "I'm indeed extraordinary."

Martina: "..."

——Things are developing in the direction I want, Martina thought a little blankly, but why do I always feel that something is not right?

"The landlord is a gang thug." She gave up thinking about this headache and said instead, "The East End has always been a place of chaos, since the actual controller here was sent to the Black Gate Prison by Batman last month, here Falling into a new chaos. Some gangs fought here several times and divided the new territory... This alley is the new boundary of the territory. That's why the landlord dares to be so arrogant, if, I mean if, if you can kill him And the group behind him," her eyes lit up like wolves, "this alley will be ours."

Hilda was unmoved, her unconscious indifference was almost arrogant: "I don't want it."

Martina stalked: "...why?"

"Is it something to be proud of owning a dilapidated alley?" Hilda asked.

Martina: "..."

The former star thief who lost his memory just gave her a casual look: "I suggest you take Little Moon and leave here now."

Martina was a little dazed, and then her expression changed: "Are they here?"

"Well," Hilda said, "it's pretty fast, and it's downstairs now."

Among the three, only Alice was smiling. She looked up, as if very happy: "Is the little moon calling me? Why did you call me the moon? Is it because I called you the star?"

--bingo.

Hilda glanced at her calmly, unwilling to admit that she was so preoccupied, she forced a smile: "Of course not." She stood up and looked at the pair of boots in the corner of the room—her intuition told her that they belonged to Her things, so she walked over, put on her shoes, packed them carefully, and casually put on the coat that was put on the sofa.

"The stars exist around the moon." Alice said abruptly.

Hilda turned her head subconsciously, and couldn't help retorting: "You think too much, the moon is just a pale satellite."

As soon as the words fell, she realized that she had admitted what she said before, and she couldn't help but stare at the pale little girl for a while—she looked so harmless, and she even looked like a cute angel when she smiled, but in fact she really Is that so?

Hilda turned her head and didn't continue, but waved at the two without looking back, and went downstairs to meet her first battle in this place.

"Hi," Martina stood up, took out a gun from the drawer, and threw it to Hilda: "You didn't bring a weapon."

Hilda caught the gun, looked calm, and stuffed the gun into her pocket: "I see."

--arms?No, she doesn't need any guns to fight.

Because she herself is the best weapon.