[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 38 Master's Diary ([-])

"The alien thinking in your alien brain is quite strange." I blurted out, clasping a bat dart in my hand-although I know this is impossible for a Kryptonian who is blocking a crack in the earth's crust alone Play anything more than a tickling effect.

The big man in blue struggled for a while between "walking away" and "moving forward with a fist", and said decisively: "No matter what you say, I still insist that you wear lighter-colored clothes, gray, linen Colors, plaid stripes and the like are very suitable for you...By the way, there was an armed robbery at 530 meters to the left below us, I don't think even Batman would refuse help from others, right?" He shook Shaking his head, his ears were tilted downwards, and the small curly hair in the middle of his forehead floated up.

"And you don't expect me to say thank you." Before the nosy Kryptonian wags its tail in response, I unfurl my cape and glide away.

Today, I was thrown into London, England in 2010 by the Abnormal Human Research Center. In the same gloomy and damp basement, wearing a plaid and striped suit, I typed scenes of the past on the ever-changing computer.

Sometimes, I do look forward to the arrival of the big Kryptonian blue guy - after all, he is not a normal person.

When a normal person encounters a house on fire on the way home from get off work, some will rush into the fire to rescue the elderly and children who cannot run, and some will call the fire truck.

Any guy whose job it is to find the next burning house anytime, anywhere is not a normal person—including my alter ego, professional "hero," vigilante^batman.

"Now I'm relieved." The big blue man's red cloak floated in front of me hauntingly, which added a strong stroke to his "abnormal list": when the other party clearly expresses disgust, disgust, contempt and After distrust, still stalking and entangled to such an extent, the face of a normal person really can't support it.

"It seems that the big Kryptonian not only has a body of steel, but also an invulnerable steel face. Also, get out of the way quickly, don't float in front of me with ghosts, there is a pair of defenseless couples who need help ’” I jumped high and stuck a batarid into his head, which was full of beautiful black hair—the batarid snapped, obviosly.

The Kryptonian rubbed his head, and rubbed my intentional offense out of his mind: "I'm beginning to believe that the Gotham vigilante with a strong sense of territory doesn't regard Gotham as his property, Batman, you It’s not just the bricks and the buildings and the streets that are in the city, you’re also interested in the people who live in the city, and that’s…”

"Shutup."

The Son of Steel stared at me as if he was choking on a piece of kryptonite, obediently (in a daze) moved away his body, which was stronger than a bodybuilder.

The next moment his perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed.

"Hand over the money, beautiful girl, or you can't afford such a tough guy." One robber pointed a black gun barrel at the shivering woman kneeling on the ground, another robber took a knife, and the woman's The husband was at a loss and threw the wallet on the ground trembling.

I fell from the sky as usual and punched the robber in the face, successfully causing him to lose a few precious teeth. The incontinent robbers were bundled together and dragged up to the eaves.

"Pistols don't solve society's problems, man!" Superman raised his voice, coaxing the mugger, who was nearly unconscious, before turning to comfort the stunned victim couple.

He sounded corny, goofy and gentle, and I felt his soft whispers chasing and grabbing me as my cloak whirred in the night air, which annoyed me even more.

Straightforward, brutal justice.

Waiting for the two robbers, exuding the smell of excrement, to hang back to back in front of the Gotham police station, I skillfully disappeared into the thick and dark night of Gotham.

I didn't go on patrol because I found Gotham's intruders hanging over me like a red-painted helicopter.

"Good job." A pair of looming dimples made him look extra childish.

"Now you're sure Gotham doesn't need your 'help'." I let my tone be as sarcastic as possible, "Now, get out of my Gotham." Saying "thank you" isn't easy for Batman do it.

The red helicopter folded its arms, tilted its head and said, "Why did you do this, Batman?" The pure blue eyes made him look like a school boy.

"Trust me, I didn't do this for you, alien." I was so angry at the rant I was wasting my patrol time that I drenched the last word with the cold venom of malice.

The iconic strand of curly hair suddenly withered, and the starry night sky-like eyes dimmed for a moment. Obviously, the son of steel with amazing self-control has firmly controlled himself, not letting his emotions fluctuate (presumably he had already I'm used to doing this, lest an emotional outburst blows the city away in one breath), and with the typical Superman tone of confidence, peace, and sincerity, say, "You still don't trust me, Batman."

"Trust is a luxury, but being trusted is a burden." I hope my hoarse and rough voice can convey the sarcasm appropriately.

"And you're not Superman, man." The one who was Superman sighed softly, just like a middle school student who complained about himself, "I mean, you don't have an invulnerable body, you don't have energy that doesn't require sleep, you don't have super speed and The ability to fly - you're just a human, you're limited, you're prone to pain, you're injured a lot, and you've got a short brush with death. You're pushing yourself, Batman, pushing yourself down the darkest path...  ..."

I responded by slipping a Batarang into those chattering, sculptural rose-coloured lips.

With a indulgent smile, Superman took the black hard object out of his mouth. His Kryptonian teeth were flat and white and looked completely harmless. Kryptonian lips looked beautifully lined and soft and full. His Kryptonian saliva Shining brightly on the black body of the batarang.

"Tobetrustedisnotaburden, it's a gift." ("Being trusted is a gift, not a burden.") The Kryptonian released his arms from his chest and stretched out a hand as beautiful and strong as marble.

With no one around, I can only assume that Superman's hand is for me—for Batman.

The sun was rising over Gotham's sharp, menacing skyline, an orange gleam engulfing the shadows of the east.The rose-like color is painted on the Kryptonian's face. At this moment, Hephaestus' finely carved creations made of gold and ivory are floating, as if they descended into the world together with the sun.

He was lifted by the morning light and the breeze, and the corner of the red cloak almost touched my hood.He is breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that people almost forget how powerful and dangerous he is, so beautiful that I almost forget, thanks to him, the patrol last night was completely useless.

All thanks to this naive, overly optimistic alien idiot!

The author has something to say: This is a close-up shot of a loyal dog and a proud dog!

close-up of teddy

Thanks to [Blue Fish] and [Nanika] for mines!Really a little excited!