[Comprehensive British and American] Welcome to Lego City

Gotham City, Arkham.

Under the towering building, several young people stood side by side, standing like cell phone signal icons.

"I want to confirm it again." Under the dim night, the red hood stood up straight with his back against the wall of Arkham, and turned his head slightly to the side, "Is the self-criticism you mentioned really a self-criticism? "

"Don't move." Lego Jason's voice came from behind them, looking a little dull, warning as if eyes had grown in the back of his head, "If anyone of you looks back, or finds a way to know how I did it, then The deal is void tonight, and I believe beating a clown is much more important to you than collecting intelligence. Brother, what did you just say? Oh, a review—a review is a review, what else could it be?"

Red Hood: "For example, when you write, the characters will turn into wounds and appear on your body..."

"Our president's surname is not Umbridge, thank you."

Standing on the left side of the red hood, Tim guessed: "In the troubles that the Dark Justice League solved some time ago, there is a Medusa notebook that is said to be a Medusa notebook that will be transformed into a sculpture by magic if you don't write the relevant text according to its description. "

"Interesting, something that a guy who likes drama would be interested in."

Damian was on the far left, looking up at the sky idly, and said casually: "Maybe the 'review letter' is just a code. As far as I know, the US often uses 'I heard you painted the house' to imply that professional killers perform tasks When you splash blood on the walls and floors, the same reasoning can be proved, the 'review letter' means that you need to discipline yourself to please the superiors."

"It's kind of disgusting, but it makes sense," said Lego Jason. "I declare Robin the winner."

Damian: "So I guessed right?"

"It can be said that it is not related at all." Lego Jason clapped his hands and stood up, "It's done everyone, this is an underground passage leading directly to the Arkham prison area, remember to fill it up afterwards.

In addition, the review book is the kind that is written on ordinary paper with an ordinary pen and finally handed over to the teacher or parents.

According to your laziness, it can be divided into literary talents, journals, and five pens to write five lines of characters at the same time. You have a lot of misunderstandings about the president... To be honest, I am not used to calling him the president. We usually call him by his first name. "

He bent down and walked into the passage first. Behind him, Damian, Tim and Red Hood looked at each other, shrugged and followed one after another.

Red Hood gestured and typed to the other two Bat family members behind Lego Jason: Did you steal the video just now to see how he did it?

Tim: Didn't you watch it?

Damian: Neither of you taped or looked back?I stand on the edge!

Red Hood: I'm the closest but I thought Red Robin had some high-tech stuff.

Tim: I didn't!This piece of surveillance has been hacked. Lego Jason said that the intelligence transaction will be void, which obviously means targeting electronic equipment. I also guess that you may have other plans.

What do you mean the three monks have no water to drink?

"Forget it." Red Hood calmly sent a message. "You can not have it both ways."

Damian: "Shouldn't adults want all of them? In fact, you two just think that if you can beat a clown, you will be successful, right?"

"Talk to us about this when you're tall enough to form the tallest cell signal icon, Damian.

And beating the clown only requires writing an extra 500-word review, and for a while I think I'm starting to like the President of Lego City. "

After typing this line, the red hood raised his head and said to his peers: "Then what do you usually call him, name? Please let us get to know him too."

Lego Jason replied: "No, the president is like Batman at this point-even if Bruce enters the wedding hall, he will write his surname as Margolis in the invitation letter. Weird persistence."

"It's two different things."

"It's one thing. Don't tell the president I said that, we're still in phase cold war - he's one of my best friends.

So I am willing to respect his thoughts and will not reveal a word until he brings it up.

Well folks, climbing out of this air duct overhead is the clown cell.If you can write a review for me after everything is over...does this promise still count? "

Lego Jason turned up his mouth and showed a bright smile at them. He seemed to know the concerns of other people in the real universe. He was still the first to remove the vent grille and climb out. Dust's bat darts stumbled.

"Be careful." Tim reached out to support him, picked up the Batarang, looked at it for a second, then looked back at the vent grille that seemed to have been installed not long ago, and said firmly, "It's a remote control Badarang, there must have been one here before. The riddles left by the Riddler, such as having to hit the center of the button with the dart to open the door."

These bat darts lost in the corner look weather-beaten, and seem to record a period of past years that made Batman burnt out.

The clown was still sleeping in the cell below, and Tim skillfully replaced the surveillance video here with a loop, hoping that Batman and the President of Lego City would come to arrest him later with a statement of self-criticism.

The red hood beside him moved his wrist a bit, showing a sinister smile that no one could see, and jumped down from the high platform neatly.

Right in the heart, well done Jason.Tim pulls out his phone and starts pinching, and then finds that Nightwing has driven the Batbot away.

This means that the time for the parents to arrive at the scene of the crime has to be at least doubled, because Alfred has to drive the plane to New York to pick him up, or Bruce finds the sports car he has forgotten in a parking lot in New York, or He is willing to be carried back to Gotham by any Superman with a cape...

The phone vibrated, there was a new message.

In the background sound of ping pong pong in the cell, Tim calmly turned to the internal channel of the Batman. In it, the members of the Arkham Night Tour Squad were all invisible, and the person who sent the message just now was Penny One.

Alfred said: "Forgive me for having to use this method of communication, Master Bruce seems inconvenient to answer the phone, although I hear Brainiac has been dealt with."

"I just received a call from Gotham Bank's customer service. They mentioned that Master Bruce's bank card has transferred many small bills in a short period of time. The target account is the New York City Department of Transportation-in layman's terms, it is used to swipe the bus card .

The customer service of the bank asked me whether it was necessary to freeze the account immediately and report the loss and make up for it, so as to avoid serious consequences if lost for too long.Sir, what is your suggestion? "

The channel was quiet, all members' statuses were displayed as 'offline', and only the head of the old housekeeper was still on.

It was a quiet and peaceful night.

New York City, Murphy and Batman take a bus to the nearest private airport, Bruce Wayne didn't leave his sports car in a New York garage - he left a plane.

However, the private jet that Batman can forget about is of course not a big killer like the Batplane, but an ordinary small airliner.

This is probably a gift from an airline that wants to find a celebrity to advertise, and now I don't know how long it has been parked in the hangar to collect dust.

Batman wasn't even sure where it was because there was no real-time location.There were not many people on the bus at this point, and Murphy sat with him in the back row of the car, anxiously watching him ponder over the distribution map of New York City's private airport several times, and couldn't help asking: "Are you sure we're going to get off?" Can you find your plane at the destination after the car?"

"This is the most likely place, otherwise it's another airport to the north."

That's not enough time to circle New York City and order an Uber to drive to Gotham.

Murphy wanted to say that it would be better for me to fly you back, or call the real-world Superman, Wonder Woman, Iron Man, or any superhero who can fly. We wandered strong in New York in the rain.

It's too miserable, when did the richest man in Gotham suffer this kind of grievance.The sense of crisis of the Lego Superman vest was buzzing in Murphy's head, making him always worried that Batman would pull out a kryptonite from his belt and put it on him.

In the empty compartment, the bus driver frequently looked back through the side-view mirror. Fortunately, there were not many cars on the road at this time.

Otherwise, if there is a car accident, no matter whether the two of them are recognized or treated as cosplay, the headlines of tomorrow morning's newspaper will be able to hit the annual sand sculpture news trophy.

When Murphy and the others were about to get out of the car, the driver finally couldn't help asking: "Is there a Comic Con in New York today? I saw a few Robins in the afternoon. But I guess you are definitely not New York natives—"

Our locals prefer the Spider-Man headgear, which is very simple to sew by hand, and is not as complicated as the Iron Man helmet, which only rich people can afford. "

"It's LEGO," Murphy said. "There's no Comic Con, it's LEGO advertising."

Batman glanced at him.

"So that's how it is!" The driver suddenly realized. After satisfying his curiosity, he stopped looking for the truth and waved to them directly, "Come on, I will take my daughter to buy a ticket to watch your big movie on the weekend the day after tomorrow."

The car engine hummed, and the bus drove away in the drizzle, disappearing at the end of the dim light of the street lamps.

Batman standing under a street lamp: "The Lego company commercial, huh."

"It wasn't originally, really, you know I never lie."

Murphy longed to see the dawn.The night before the sun rises is too long, and there are still three hours left in the countdown to the independent vest, and the "Justice League: Around New York" jointly produced by Lego City and the real universe has also reached an important turning point.After walking into the tarmac, he almost couldn't wait to use X vision to find the trace of the legendary plane, the result:

"Why is lead plate installed in this place!!"

"Maybe it's interesting because the answer to the mystery is revealed at the end." Batman walked to the control room and opened the door of the hangar, "I heard that Aquaman sent you to cross half of the Atlantic Ocean with a killer whale, and the one parked here is one of the killer whale's opponents. One, 'Cigar Shark'."

Murphy: "..."

The relationship between the members of the Real Universe Zhenglian is really confusing, but it seems that they did have internal communication.

Then he asked, "Did you drop this plane called 'Cigar Shark' here on purpose because it was so ugly?"

Batman ignored him and turned directly into the cab.Although the plane had not been flown for a long time, it was well maintained by the airport.

The plane took off 10 minutes later, and things were finally on the right track. No one spoke all the way, and no one replied to the internal channel of the Bat House. To this day, Gotham Bank's customer service does not know whether Master Wayne's bank card was lost or not. .

The apparent tranquility of the Long Night lasted until they reached the sky above Arkham Asylum.

Murphy felt a sense of relief when he felt the pressure from his side.

Great, this time someone else will clean up the mess!

Although the president of Lego City and Batman still haven't pushed each other to understand, at least at this moment, Murphy is free.

He was in a good mood, and stood happily next to the tunnel dug by Lego Jason, half-bowed and made a gesture of invitation to Batman: "You go first. As the saying goes, 'Heroes eat cakes, bullies eat rakes', by the way This sentence was not said by my father, but by my mother."

Then he looked at the menacing back of Zhenglian's consultant, and made the sign of the cross on his chest for the real universe clown as the Romans did.