[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

"Copperpot," the prison guard knocked on the cell door, "it's time for work."

Penguin popped his eyes open. In fact, he woke up half an hour ago, but he hasn't slept so soundly in a long time.

Warden Bella Bedivan is a guy with personal annihilation, everyone has the right to rest, except Penguin himself, he still remembers that when he complained, the woman glanced at him faintly: "Isn't this as a leader? Are you self-conscious? Come on, Copperpot, when you made more money than everyone else before you went to prison, you should expect to work more than everyone else after you go to prison."

Shut up, you inhuman capitalist!

Penguin works in the morning, works in the evening, and races against time to catch up on sleep during the time of the wind. He has long found that Betty Wen doesn't care whether he will die suddenly, even if he has shown his talent, so he must work hard to live. Live in your own way.

After many days of non-stop, Penguin finally had a short and soothing sleep last night. Although it was only a few hours, it made him lie in bed and couldn't bear to get up.

"Working hours?" Penguin walked to the door and noticed that this was the prison guard who was in charge of guarding when he led the "volunteers" to work every night. He drew closer and called the other party's name, "Lock? I don't think it is now operating hours?"

The sky is dimly lit up, and it is early morning, but after driving to the East District for a short while, the sun will rise. These "volunteers" are just wearing hoods, which is not safe, and it is very likely will be found abnormal.

"This is an order from the warden, and you already have the obligation to complete the assignment."

Penguin noticed that Locke, the prison guard, seemed to be in good spirits and in good spirits. He shook his head and followed him.

Along the way, Penguin saw some prisoners lying on the bed, showing a comfortable smile, and some had already got up, even doing yoga.

He called in his temporary subordinates—those felons whose basic crime was homicide, and turned them into ignorant puppets. Then, a group of people got into the car.

Since the last time he found a fainted prisoner in the warehouse, Penguin had watched them put on their hoods every time, making sure everything was safe.

The heavy-duty truck driving from the Black Gate Prison was driving on the highway in Gotham.

The world in front of him seemed to have been completely cleaned, showing an unusual brilliance. Penguin touched his eye sockets. Could it be that his vision has improved?

The sky was still gloomy at night, only the vehicles and street lights along the way were shining brightly. He breathed the evening wind and felt suddenly relieved.

Penguin poked his head out and looked at Wayne Tower, which was lit in the distance. His expression suddenly changed: "Hey! Hey, what's that?"

The only people in the car with him were prison guards and serious criminals, and the criminals naturally would not answer him.

Dozens of winged monsters can be seen with the naked eye stretching their wings and flying among the tall buildings in the city. Lights sweep across from time to time, like the shooting scene of some large-scale magical drama.

Someone stopped nearby to take pictures, but it seemed that only the penguin was making a fuss——

The prison guard in front glanced back at him: "Coppert, don't stick your head out of the car window."

Then he doesn't care, yes, he doesn't care!

Was it only the Penguin who saw all this?Or is this all his hallucination?

When the car drove into the old town, Penguin finally knew what was going on.

The large advertising screens on the exterior walls of some buildings are showing these "monsters", but at this time the Penguin discovered that those are actually gargoyles that can be seen everywhere in Gotham. Winged gargoyles, however, are animated statue-like creatures with colorful balloons strapped to their claws.

The promotional footage was apparently filmed in Gotham—

Facing the moonlight, these gargoyles came alive one by one. They took the balloon from a man dressed like a magician. The man only showed a small part of his back and his slender fingers. Then, the gargoyles flapped their wings and flew away. After getting up, they landed in front of the children's window, looked at the sleeping child with cautious and cute eyes, then wrapped the balloons outside her window, and then continued to distribute the balloons.

The voice-over said: "In order to welcome Children's Day, Wandering Magician C has prepared a city-wide magic show for everyone, and it is currently in the pre-rehearsal state. If someone gets the balloon presented by the gargoyle, they can use the balloon to get one from Bingshan Construction Company." Candy, the lucky one who gets the golden candy wrapper will get an unimaginable prize!"

Children's Day is at least 20 days away!

What kind of magic can turn the gargoyle into a living thing? It's magic at all!

And this wandering magician C... Penguin has an extremely ugly expression. He looks out of the window. People are mostly taking pictures, or chasing these monsters in their cars. One monster landed lightly. Scary, but it undid the balloon and handed it to a little girl with blond hair.

The little girl let out a cry of surprise!

Penguin silently slammed his forehead on the car window. He stared at the scene of this group of demons dancing wildly. As the truck passed by, he heard the second half of the man's words in the video promotional screen: "Only good children who follow the rules of the game can get Rewards, I wish you all a happy Children's Day."

Penguin's pupils moved, and he realized that he might be able to seize this opportunity——

What if Mr. C needs him to maintain order in the game?

He's had enough of being a plumber, especially, Penguin thinks of the red-haired man he saw earlier, he can't remember the guy's name, but he remembers it's his guy, he remembers the face!While the other party was talking to the prison guard openly, Penguin didn't dare to show his face at all. He was fed up with this kind of life, and he wanted to do everything possible to climb up.

Even gamers have a preference for playing games. Mr. C regards the world as a game, but he will definitely have a preference!

Penguin wants to prove his worth to each other!

In the next lane, a luxury vehicle sped by, heading in a different direction than the truck, with the destination of Bristol County.

Dick is in the car and Tim is in the passenger seat.

After waking up, Tim checked the monitoring immediately and found that it was a city-wide "sleep", but it did not cause any disturbances. They were all sent to sleep, but not all of them, "darkness" passed by the city, took all those humans who intended to destroy the city with them, and disappeared without a trace.

When Tim checked the surveillance repeatedly, he found that the advertisements in the city had been replaced. The overwhelming video advertisements were first spread on the Internet, and then they jumped in line and appeared in the streets of the city. There was a gargoyle in the surveillance. One of them lit up his eyes, and then flew towards Bristol County—as expected, Bristol County.

Contact with Vivi was lost, and by the time Tim checked the surveillance, the gargoyles had flown back to the city, just with the balloons.

The person behind the scenes said with a blatant attitude: Yes, I did it.

"Still can't get to Vivi and Bruce," Tim frowned, sinking himself into the soft back seat of the car, "and no one called the 'missing case'."

"Think about who those missing people are," his adoptive brother Dick said indifferently, "murderers, gangsters, poisoners... Do you expect Harvey's men to call the police and report that his boss is missing?"

"They may not be the only ones who are missing," Tim slid his finger on the mobile interface, "I asked Barbara to help with the investigation. What if someone is missing in my house?"

"Honestly, Tim," Dick said as he drove, "I don't want to find the scarecrow at all. He's a complete lunatic. I can understand why Vivi refused to communicate. I found out on the night watch." Now, she hates those who destroy public facilities when committing crimes, or those who intend to make bombs, she hates people who destroy this city..."

"Look, no one even called the police, because the first moment they called the police, they would be arrested and put in prison first," Dick stopped the car and waited for the red light, colorful balloons were floating in the sky, and the one not far away accidentally let the balloon The flying gargoyle was staring at its paws suspiciously, which elicited laughter from others, "It is often the unknown, the indistinguishable enemy, the unknown enemy, those who hide in the shadows, that cause us to fear. Stuff, if I was in Batman's shoes, I would definitely be anxious, so I can't be Batman, I can only be Nightwing..."

He turned his head, wondering why his brother hadn't spoken, but found that Tim's fingers were still pressed on the screen, but he was already fast asleep.

Those four hours of high-quality sleep seemed to turn on some kind of switch, allowing the vigilante who was always sleep-deprived to sleep soundly and sweetly.

"Okay..." Dick turned down the music in the car and whispered to himself, "I hope that Mr. C is a person who follows the rules of the game instead of making the rules."

The luxury car drove to the front of the Rose Manor, and was shut down by the thick fog.

After waking up, Batman was also thinking about this problem. Because of the unequal information, he stayed in the manor after waking up, only to notice that his communication tools were confiscated. What happened?

As time passed, the yellow rose, which was originally a bud, opened completely. Batman's sight was unrestricted. The edges of the petals were curled. It was inserted in a vase. He saw the brown-haired girl sitting on the bed, Read a thick stack of materials.

Batman tried to get out of trouble, but in fact, it was not the entangled flower stamen that restricted him from getting out of trouble, but the flower stamen connected with his body, which made him feel that he was one with the flower, and he could also know this When will a flower wither completely.

If he breaks it by force, he is committing suicide.

The bedroom was extremely quiet. Batman checked the time. This afternoon, the engineering team was going to tear down the Wayne Memorial.

Before he passed out, he seemed to see a scarecrow?

But now, the scarecrow is gone.

Something must have happened while he was asleep. This incident made Weiwei show signs of refusing to communicate. So far, there has been no Nightwing or Robin in the manor. It is very likely that his children was also denied entry.

Batman confirmed what he needed to do. Even if the flowers withered, he still had a contract with him, and he still couldn't get away completely.

The girl in front of her seemed tired of reading, and she put the stack of documents on the coffee table, so Batman saw——

"18 Ways to Induce Human Fear, You Might Be Doing It - by Jonathan Klein"

This is a collection of papers written by Klein, the Scarecrow, on the research on "fear"!

Reminiscing that they were dealing with the scarecrow-related matters before, while Weiwei was leisurely reading each other's papers at this time, and the discussion about the double-faced man was gone. Inside, it has been resolved.

However, the solution Weiwei used was unacceptable to the vigilantes, so she unilaterally cut off contact with her side.

"Vivi," Batman said, "I think we should talk."

But his voice was too low, and the girl in front of him raised her hand and yawned because the paper was too boring.

"I should tell you who I am," Batman said, "and have an honest conversation."

The girl raised her head, and her eyes fell on his face accurately.

——So you were just pretending not to hear, right?