I'm the villain in Gotham

Over New York, the dark aura invisible to ordinary people is gradually gathering and attacking, gradually gathering over Manhattan.

"...It's Domamu." The Ancient One mage closed his eyes, then opened them again.Her face has always been calm, and facing such a critical moment is no exception, she calmly looks at Mordo and Doctor Strange who has been recognized by the magic floating cloak.

"Teacher," Modu said, "I remember you said that with you and Erberist on Earth, Dormammu would not dare to act rashly, but now..."

"Because Eberist is in danger now," the Ancient One mage sighed, "Dormammu just saw this opportunity, so he chose to let his believers open the gap and invade the earth at this time."

"Uh...sorry," Doctor Strange patted off the charmed cloak that was trying to rub against his body, and said, "Should I ask at this time, who is Erberister? Of course I remember that I met him On the one hand, when I first arrived at Karma Taj, from what you guys think, he seems to be pretty good too?"

"Yes," Mage Ancient One glanced at him, "If we only talk about magic ability, we are almost on par."

Doctor Strange thought of the strange man who came to his window on a rainy night.The other party's golden eyes were like molten gold, and when looking at him, there seemed to be many secrets and secrets hidden in his eyes, and there was a strange sense of familiarity when talking to him.

"Wow, that's pretty cool," he said. "He looks like he knows me, but I don't remember where I've seen him."

"In your future, his past." The ancient mage smiled slightly, and did not answer more questions from Doctor Strange, who was full of question marks, and brought the topic back: "The Temple of London has fallen, Casillas' next One goal is New York, you have to protect it.”

"'We'?" Mo Du said in surprise, "It's just us, where are you going?"

"I will stop Dormammu's invasion from outside the earth," said Ancient One, "The king and all the mages in the temple will help you. The three temples are the last protection of the earth, and they must be guarded."

She turned her head and glanced at Doctor Strange and Mordo: "Modo, you have to learn from your junior brother's agility; and Strange, you have to learn from Mordo's tenacity."

In this case, the words of Master Gu Yi seemed particularly bad. He had realized how serious the invasion was before, but he didn't feel that there was such a serious surprise.

Dr. Yi and Mordo suddenly sank their faces.

Noticing their stern expressions, the Ancient One smiled and looked at the Eye of Agamotto on Doctor Strange's chest: "Strange, the Eye of Agamotto is the most important of the many precious magic tools in the temple. One, it is the duty and duty of the Supreme Mage to protect it."

Doctor Strange's voice was dry, but he tried to sound normal, like every time they talked about magic in Karma Taj: "...so you mean me to give it back to you?"

"No," Master Gu Yi looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "It has recognized you, and now it is your duty to protect him."

……

Gordon and Bruce hurried to the interrogation room, followed by Montoya and several police officers.

Gordon asked as he walked, "Is he still cooperating?"

"I'm afraid he won't, Boss," Montoya said. "We can't expect a bastard who just blew up half of Central Park to cooperate with the investigation."

Gordon smiled sarcastically: "Ha, you're right."

While talking, they had already arrived outside the interrogation room, and the one-way glass revealed the scene in the interrogation room: Bullock propped his hands on the table, his thick body cast a large shadow in front of the criminal, his face looked very ferocious, and he was asking loudly for something.

But obviously his opponent has a lot of experience with the police interrogation system - he didn't take Bullock's threat seriously at all, and the strong muscles and tattoos on his exposed arms meant that he was not very good either. The provocative and mocking expressions on the faces of the most annoying characters made Bullock furious.

Gordon glanced at Bruce: "You stay outside, I'll go in."

Bruce nodded, took a step back, and watched Gordon enter the interrogation room, closing the door behind his back.Montoya thoughtfully turned up the volume button in the interrogation room.

Those who gathered in this room were all people trusted by Gordon, and they didn't raise any doubts about Gordon bringing in Bruce, an extra staff member. They all knew that Bruce was a supporter of Harvey, and the various horrors that have happened repeatedly in Gotham recently The attack seriously threatened Harvey's votes and credibility.

And Bruce has secretly investigated them and confirmed that they are all honest and good policemen-this is enough, and in Gotham, this is especially precious.

Gordon sat down in front of the criminal, and Brock moved over to the side of the table.

The criminal snorted and said, "Hello, chief, do you want to play the 'good cop, bad cop' thing?"

Gordon ignored him and held out his hand

Stopping Brock from raising his fist, he opened the document in his hand: "Bridges Hall."

"It's me." The criminal leaned back in the chair and looked at him leisurely: "I think you should remember me. You were the one who caught me in last time."

But he didn't spend a few days in jail, and was released on bail soon--Gordon added automatically in his mind.

These things, in Gotham, he has seen them all these years, even though he has become the chief of the police station, but the other party found a few small roles who volunteered to serve, and stuffed a lot of money, Even he can only watch helplessly as the criminal with solid evidence gets away with it again.

Gordon's tone couldn't help but sink a bit: "...I swear this is the last time."

Bridges Hall laughed loudly: "Forget it, Chief, we all know how things will develop. Of course, I also think this should be the last time you catch me, and I will not make such low-level mistakes again in the future .”

"So you admit that you planted a bomb in Central Park?"

"Did I do it? Didn't I do it? Write it what you want, Chief," Hall said. "I'm always going to get bail anyway."

Gordon said, "If that's the case, why don't you tell the truth? Just be a man."

"I don't," Hall said. "You think I'm an idiot? I know there's a recording in this place."

Without waiting for Gordon to say anything more, Hall said triumphantly: "But I can reveal a little bit about our purpose, don't you really want to ask this?"

Gordon repeated: "Us?"

"Yeah, us." If it weren't for the arms and legs locked to the chair, Hall would be crossing his legs by now: "Oh, come on, there have been so many bombs in Gotham these days, you don't really think everyone Is it a whim?"

"So you are doing all this premeditated." Gordon said: "So what is your purpose?"

"You cops, oh, and the prosecutor Harvey Dent, you've been in office for too long," Hall said. — Our days are not easy."

"So you want to stop Harvey Dent from becoming mayor?"

Hall showed his big white teeth: "What do you think?"

Gordon pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Sounds reasonable, but the price you paid is too high-I think you should know how many of you have been locked in these days, and you are about to face a civil war.

v.I'm sure you have other ways to achieve this. "

Hall's smile restrained a little: "So?"

Gordon said firmly: "So you have other purposes, not just to make Harvey Dent unable to be the mayor, but you also want to do something else."

Hall's face twitched a bit, and his previously indifferent and carefree attitude restrained a little, and he sat up straight unconsciously, and his tone became a little unnatural: "Don't talk about what you have here, that's what we want to do , Explosions are art."

"Are you sure?" Gordon asked.

Hall said impatiently, "Why do you fucking talk so much?"

"Okay." Gordon leaned back in the chair, with a smile on his face: "Brock, let him see."

Brock nodded, and the display screen on the wall next to him suddenly lit up, and a surveillance video that was not very clear, but enough to confirm the identity and actions of the person who appeared appeared there.

Hall looked at it for a few seconds, his face turned blue, if it wasn't for being tied to the chair, he almost didn't jump up: "Then how the hell would there be—"

"Why is there a camera, isn't it?" Gordon said leisurely: "Now we have the definite evidence of your crime, and this is enough for me to send you to Blackgate Prison. Oh—" he thought in Hall Before he could speak, he interrupted him: "Don't try to repeat the old tricks, this time you have done too much, and it's not just Harvey Dent who is affected. Be careful, don't take things you shouldn't take casually."

He spread his hands, with a sly and shining light in his eyes: "As I said just now, this is the last time."

Hall became angry with embarrassment: "You fucking—!"

"If I were you, man," Gordon said, "I'd tell all I know and get myself a chance at a reduced sentence."

Hall's face was constantly changing from red to white to blue.

After a while, he bowed his head in front of the foreseeable prison disaster: "...I know something, but I can't tell you the whole thing—don't say anything about reducing the sentence, if they, he, know this I leaked the matter, and I would rather stay in Blackgate Prison for the rest of my life, at least I can survive."

Gordon and Bullock looked at each other.

"Okay," he said. "Now tell me, what is the purpose of your bombs everywhere?"

"...Because we have a big thing to do," Hall stammered, "Don't ask me what it is, I'll just

I know roughly. "

Gordon frowned and thought for a while: "Is it still related to the bomb?"

Hall gave a vague "hmm".

Brock asked, "Where?"

"I told you, don't ask me!" Hall suddenly yelled, "I told you I can't say too much, he will kill me!"

"Okay, okay, put that aside for now." Gordon said, "Who is that 'he' you're talking about?"

Hall stared at him stubbornly, his eyes were bloodshot.He leaned forward and lowered his voice: "I can't say his name, he will notice—you should know who I'm talking about, right?"

Gordon frowned subconsciously, and he already had a vague guess: "I'm afraid you have to make it more obvious."

"Damn it, you know who I'm talking about!" Hall cursed in a low voice: "You saw that monster in the outskirts of Gotham back then, and I saw him on TV!"

Gordon was silent for a moment: "You mean Erberist?"

Hall's expression immediately twisted: "Shut up, shut up—do you want me to die?"

Gordon ignored him and murmured, "My God, how is this possible?"

Brock bent down and whispered in his ear, "Boss, are we done with our questions?"

Gordon came back to his senses: "Yes, the question is over." He glanced at Hall who was in panic: "I'll go out first, and you'll get him back later."

Brock said, "Got the boss."

Gordon stood up, opened the door of the interrogation room, and heard Bullock's impatient voice behind him: "Okay, stop yelling here, this is the police station, there are so many policemen here, what are you afraid of?"

"Are you a fool?!" Hall yelled. "He can make me kill myself, kill myself! I'll just watch myself put my head in the toilet!"

Gordon closed the door, and the sound in the interrogation room suddenly disappeared.

"The harvest this time is quite good, boss." Montoya said: "The few people caught before were all minor characters. This time, Bridges Hall has provided us with a lot of information."

Gordon smiled and looked at Bruce: "It's all thanks to the cameras. If you didn't pay for it, we wouldn't be able to add so many intact cameras in Gotham."

Bruce smiled: "That's all I can do."

Gordon roughly arranged the next tasks, and took Bruce to his office.The two closed the door, and Gordon looked at Bruce: "Do you believe it?"

they all know what he means

What is it.

It was late, and the light outside the window seemed a little dim.Half of Bruce's face was immersed in the darkness, his blue eyes were dark and deep, and his tone was low: "I need evidence."

"Yes," Gordon shook his head and laughed, "You've always valued evidence. And you have a good impression of him, don't you?"

Bruce didn't speak.

That night, he sat in the Batcave, his face illuminated by the glowing light of the supercomputer.

He was thinking about the interrogation he had witnessed today.

There was nothing wrong with the whole process—Bruce believed that Bridges Hall was telling the truth, and that his fears and panics were especially real, and unlikely to be feigned and staged.

But because of this, what he said had to attract enough attention and attention from Bruce.

According to what Hall said, the planners of the recent series of bombings were Erberist, and he was still planning a big event, a bigger conspiracy.It's unclear what exactly that means, but it's presumably violent and destructive—not just in the literal sense, and Bruce has to take politics and even Gotham City's multiple interests into account.

But this is not consistent with Bruce's guess about the recent whereabouts of Erberist at the beginning.At the beginning, Bruce thought that the night crow was missing, and Erberister was probably looking for the night crow, so he left Gotham.

But this is only his inference, just a possibility.At least so far, Bruce has no evidence to prove his conjecture; Bridges Hall is a real witness. He proves that the reason why Erberist has not appeared in the near future and prevented the turmoil in Gotham is that he is this The mastermind behind the turmoil of the series.

is it possible?

Bruce asked himself, based on his knowledge and impression of Erberist, it seems...it is indeed possible.

Erberist was in Gotham because of Lotkea, and as Bruce had always worried, when he was no longer willing to give everything for Lotkea, with his power and the lair he had built in Gotham for so many years, he It's totally possible to make Gotham your own playground.

After all, Erberist himself said that human despair and fear make him happy.

He's a dark creature that's completely different from humans, and has nothing to do with light, Bruce is absolutely sure of that.

He leaned his elbows on the armrest, pressed his fingertips together, and pressed his index finger on his sexy lower lip. His jewel-like blue eyes showed a look of inquiry and hesitation.

despite this,

In the absence of definite evidence, Bruce still only regards the above considerations as a guess.He believed that Bridges Hall might be a small leader, but he must not have had the chance to meet Erberister directly, and everything he was sure of might just be deliberately instilled by someone.

Bruce entered his guesses and thoughts verbatim into the supercomputer.

Bruce's typing fingers froze slightly at the mention of Hall's mention of Erberist's fear.

Regardless of whether Erberist is the mastermind of the recent terrorist incidents, Bruce thinks about Hall's performance, and then thinks about it, recalling that Erberist controlled Gotham before, which made Gotham's underworld forces tremble and had to The reason for obedience.

——He took advantage of human fear and transformed himself into a ubiquitous legend of fear.

Bruce stood up involuntarily, and walked towards his display case in the Batcave.

There are many commemorative items here, from birthday gifts received every year, to various "trophies", commemorative items...they are Bruce's own collection room.

He reached out and took out a small black suede box.

The box was old, but because of Bruce's good protection, time did not leave too many marks on it.

Bruce reached out and gently opened it.

An unsharp, bat-shaped dart lay quietly inside.

Yes, Bruce thought of the incredible thing he experienced when he was 12 years old, the secret he never told anyone.

He thought of Batman from another world.

The author has something to say: Everyone, relax now. With the master's IQ and suspicion, unless he is affected by the mental disorder buff like Scarecrow's fear gas or Poison Ivy's poison ivy spores, it is impossible to skip it all at once. In the suspicion stage, the murderer is directly identified. (just a metaphor, in fact it is also difficult)

And suspicion is an opportunity to find evidence. I said before that I would write a large-scale detective dungeon. It has already started. As the world's number one detective, the master will find the real culprit. Don't worry too much about this

There is another update tomorrow, I hope I can finish it in the morning, because I will take the small train home after lunch, and I am finally on vacation.

Finally, for the sake of today's explosion, can I have that white, viscous liquid...

感谢在2020-09-2504:20:30~2020-09-3002:10:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 45004069, 1 Nanfan;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ,,