[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

Tim landed on the top floor of Gotham University's tallest building in Burnley, jumping from the Batplane.

The statue that popped up now stands on the square in front of Gotham University.

This is a junction of roads extending in all directions. Right behind the statue is Gotham University, on the left is Gotham Mercy General Hospital, on the right is the apartment complex, and in front of it is a block hundreds of meters away——

It's Crime Alley.

Across a few abandoned apartments and across a river, there is a university on one side and people who have no chance to enter the university on the other.

There is no night in Crime Lane, and the sudden appearance of the statue naturally aroused the surprise of many people. When Tim turned on his phone, he noticed that there were already photos circulating on the Internet.

The central thoroughfare where the statue is located was originally a private market, where small vendors pushed carts to sell items, but after all, it was adjacent to the chaotic crime alley, and it soon fell down. Tim remembers that it was finally taken over Black Mask owns it, and Black Mask is in prison, so his property should still belong to him.

A giant statue of Batman appeared on the abandoned square belonging to the black mask, and it was still in this posture... Tim thought about it for the black mask himself, and he would definitely be furious.

The rain was pouring, Tim wiped the rain from his forehead, and followed the gaze of the statue——

The statue in front of me is nearly 20 meters, to be precise, 18.7 meters high, but his posture is half kneeling.

The statue is kneeling on one knee, with one hand outstretched and outstretched, as if waiting for a scrawny child to place his hand in his.

"Has Bruce ever been this tender?"

Of course, when Batman is Bruce Wayne, when he is weak and visits the orphans funded by the Wayne Foundation, he can always have the patience to get along with them and talk to them, but when he is Batman, he just will close itself off.

Tim swept over those who tried to get close to the statue, but the shadow Batman left on others was so deep that they were afraid of him, even the statue that did not move, and this giant statue that suddenly appeared might have What's so weird about it?

Even if you tell them that this statue will directly transform into a giant Batman, maybe some people will believe it!

So they only dared to wait and see, but did not dare to step forward.

But before that, Tim sat on the rooftop and made a phone call—probably had to find a way to buy this square from Black Mask.

There was a strange sound that pierced the barrier created by the rain curtain. Tim froze for a moment, stood up, and the sound of horseshoes disappeared just at this moment.

He saw a white horse passing through the apartment complex, it must have been a racing horse, and there was a person sitting on the horse, with a large bundle of colorful balloons tied to her wrist, the bundle of balloons was shaking in the rain wobbly.

She saw Tim.

But she quickly lowered her head, pulled the rein, the white horse turned around, and the sound of hooves gradually faded away.

Tim shot the shackle and stepped on the shoulder of the Batman statue. He knocked on the statue, and suddenly raised his head. The sound of the horse's hooves approached again, and this time it was not far away. He could see the cute little horse as soon as he turned his head. The horse made a circle, jumped up directly, stepped on the palm of the statue's outstretched hand, and then ran along the arm to the shoulder.

Now that Robin was half squatting and Vivi was on horseback, he had to look up at her.

——The girl covered the paper bag of hamburgers with her coat, and winked at him.

【"See you next time, I'll bring you a hamburger."】

She really didn't break her promise.

Vivi fell off her horse, and her white pony, White, was a good girl, not agitated at all even at this height, but stood still and waited for her.

"Here," she stuffed the hamburger to Robin in front of her, "for the sake of the hamburger, can you do me a favor?"

Tim glanced at her before taking the paper bag: "Are you going up?"

"Is it obvious?" Vivi jumped on the spot, "White can't take me to the top of Batman, it's too difficult."

Tim shrugged. "I'm not going to help until you say what you want to go up there for."

Vivi was shocked: "You just took my hamburger!"

"But I also gave you three hundred dollars before," he gestured with a finger up, "three hundred dollars for two hamburgers?"

Because it was Weiwei who came, Tim didn't realize that his attitude was much more relaxed than before - he trusted Weiwei, and the other party would not do bad things, and she proved this with her practical actions all the time.

He won't help, but the girl gave him a sideways glance, and touched the bracelet on her left hand with her right hand, which was tied with dozens of balloons. At this moment, she grabbed it with her right hand, and a bunch of balloons appeared again. At the same time, she took a step forward and jumped up. Under the combined effect of buoyancy and wind—she had calculated that the wind would come—Vivi flew up.

When her body exceeded the height of the head of the Batman statue, she let go of the balloon in her right hand, and countless balloons flew towards all directions of the city under the beating of rain.

She doesn't need help, she can do it by herself.

Tim tilted his head and smiled, and pulled himself up with the carabiner.

Vivi was turning her back to him, wrapping the string of the balloon around Batman's ear, and when she saw Tim, she beckoned rudely: "Do you want to help?"

"Are you trying to use these balloons to transport this statue away," Tim crouched next to her, frowning. "I'd say if it fell, at least half the street would be destroyed."

"Why must there be a reason?" Vivi said while busy, "I just found a balloon in my hand when I saw the statue, and I wanted to use it to decorate Batman's ears."

"If you really need a reason," Weiwei turned her head to stare at him with a pure puzzled expression, "because it's very interesting, 'interesting' is the reason..."

She continued to work, casually said: "Why so serious? (Whysoserious?)"

For Weiwei, completing the main story line and doing tasks is playing a game, and now adding a little "decoration" to the Batman statue is also playing a game. Isn't playing a game just for fun?

"That sentence almost made me PTSD...well, just kidding," when Vivi heard him mutter and turned her head in doubt, Tim changed the subject, "You know who put the statue up. "

"—Okay, don't hesitate anymore, you just know that your expression has already betrayed you," Tim couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr.C?"

Weiwei paused.

She held the scarf with one hand to cover the lower half of her face, but her eyes were serious, and she grabbed Tim's arm: "What do you think of Mr. C?"

Of course she wasn't asking questions!

It's an interview, an interview!Although a person uses multiple identities, Weiwei found that although her acting style is not different at all, she still has a different image in the eyes of others - the system prompt also proves this point.

And Weiwei couldn't locate Mr. C's identity because the system didn't provide her with it—she created this "Mr. C" from scratch, so she wanted to ask other people about the script in their brains, and found Got some inspiration.

The NPCs in Gotham seem to be quite good at brainstorming.

"Hmm..." Tim met Weiwei's gaze, and he suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to collect information, "In your eyes? What kind of person is Mr. C?"

How did this bring the ball back?

Anyway, C is her, Weiwei frowned, and she simply started to describe herself from the perspective of others: "Of course he is a good person."

"He wants to save Gotham. Although he sometimes appears to be unscrupulous, his original intention has not changed, but he is always misunderstood..."

What's wrong with her using props to control NPCs, what's wrong with cheating NPCs with money, she doesn't know how lawful and kind she is compared to other players, but her reputation is still neutral and evil, NPCs are too much! ?

"He... is actually an existence that you can't understand, so the way of thinking will be different, but everyone's goal is to save Gotham, why can't we talk about it?"

Of course, the player is an existence that the NPC does not understand, and they are not the same species at all!

Tim only asked her one sentence: "So Mr. C would like to sit with us and talk, I think Batman would also like to buy him a hamburger."

Weiwei immediately showed a look of rejection.

She was more worried about Mr. C, a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing, being single-handedly beaten—especially because he was not human at all, and Batman's no-kill principle didn't work for non-human beings.

Tim shrugged.

"So you don't know him at all, Vivi," he said. "You see only what he wants you to see. How many times have you died?"

In this case, should we say more or less?Weiwei hesitated for a moment, and noticed that Robin's expression changed again, she immediately said vaguely: "Not too much."

"I'll tell you what Mr. C looks like to me—" The hamburger in his hand had cooled down, and Tim pushed back his forehead hair, staring at the girl in front of him seriously.

The girl looked expectantly, as if she really wanted Tim's approval.

But Tim believed that he would brutally shatter the world in her head.

"This world, to him, is just a game," although Weiwei had some guesses in his mind, but Weiwei used "he", and Tim didn't use "he" to refer to that gentleman, "and he thinks, You are the game character he controls."

The balloon swayed in the wind and rain, adding a touch of bright color to the gloomy Gotham.

But he saw the shock in the girl's pupils, the rain fell from the sky, streaked across her forehead hair, and then slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Weiwei: "..."

Tim continued: "When we play games, we like the characters we control, we think they are cute, we provide them with equipment, dress them up beautifully, let them go through difficulties like warriors, and then win. Cheers - but games get boring, for the city, for you."

Weiwei retorted subconsciously: "No, he loves Gotham..."

"Are you sure?" Tim said.

Weiwei is not sure, there is no such thing as Mr. C, no matter which character is her own, and Tim is clearly an NPC, but he almost reveals her identity, although the term "playing games" is just a play on his part. For example.

Weiwei can be sure that she loves the city of Gotham very much now. She plays games with a sense of substitution, but she can't be sure about herself in the future... After having other games and experiencing other lives, she will still remember this game ?

So she can't say "sure", because this is a future tense, and she can't guarantee the future now.

So Tim wins.

But Vivi also won—she knew what Mr. C was to other people, and she achieved her goal.

"Your burger is cold," she said, "reheat it if you want to eat it."

Wei Wei beckoned, Pony White strolled over and rubbed his forehead against her palm, while Tim beside him sighed: "I suggest you think about it, Wei Wei, in fact, you can—"

The second half of his sentence was swallowed by the explosion.

The intense flames in the distance almost illuminated the entire city, and also illuminated the faces of the two of them.

[You get a branch copy: Arkham Asylum]

[Description of the copy: Under the deliberate premeditation of the prisoners, the Arkham Asylum was blown up, the prisoners escaped, and Batman was injured... It is not difficult to capture ordinary prisoners, but obviously, Arkham is not very Ordinary prisoners, let’s see what difficulties you will encounter——]

[Boss No.1: Poison Ivy, go to Robinson Park, be careful of Poison Ivy's trap]

[Boss No. 2: Bane, are you sure that you can defeat him head-on? 】

[Boss No. 3: Clown, Why—so—serious? 】

[The dungeon has been opened, players have 10 minutes to recruit teammates, during which teammates share their records]

【Good luck! 】