Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

Luther's position is not easy to judge, he has his own standards of conduct.

All those who tried to annotate his behavior with two absolute labels of good/bad were eventually slapped in the face by reality, so to this day, he is not even considered a non-staff member of the Syndicate, and my cooperation with him is an outsourcing.

This person's IQ is inversely proportional to his loyalty, and the lushness of his hair is also inversely proportional to his research spirit.I once felt that a social animal like me who gets up early and is greedy for night will die suddenly sooner or later, and a genius like Luthor who reads papers and eats dinner will go bald sooner or later.

But I didn't die, and he didn't go bald, which shows that the world of Meiman is indeed unreasonable.

I have worked secretly many times with Mr. Luthor, with his flowing hair the envy of British men.

At first he thought that Carl was standing behind me, but it took half a year before he believed that my cooperation with him was indeed out of personal will.It took another full year before he gradually stopped being surprised that Chaoba didn't know about it.

I really don't know what to say.

In the past few years, I can definitely be called diligent and dedicated under Carl.After all, the original purpose was to hold most of the Syndicate's power in his own hands, so everything must be done by himself and never faked by others.

Later, it gradually rose to a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.I'm used to it, and my colleagues are used to it too. They look at Gotham, which is in order under my dictatorship, and my behavior style in Syndicate, and they think there is no problem. It's Ye Xiao himself, that's right. It makes sense.

So I witnessed that my colleagues didn't trust me at the beginning, and now they basically don't use their brains.

I mean, even if someone on the team was in charge of planning it, they couldn't leave their neck organ at home, could they?

In the eyes of outsiders, the Syndicate is a strong alliance, all villains, the ultimate villain, and the future ruler of the earth.

As the person involved, I can only see them gradually lying flat and turning into salted fish.

No one can resist salt.

I run Gotham because of my last name Wayne, because of my parents who died young, and because of Bruce.

My purpose of joining Syndicate is not pure.

Those two things don't actually validate my OCD, my sloppy hair, my perfectionism, my quest for order and some sort of invisible justice.It is said that people are multi-faceted, and it is inevitable that there will be errors in analyzing a person's personality with only two tasks.

But when I thought about it carefully later, there were only two weights on the scale of my fate after time travel, one was Gotham and the other was Syndicate.However much I deny it, I made them and they made me.

There's only this simple, superficial stuff in my life that breaks my bones and melts into my blood, so it's no wonder people think I was born this way.

Having said all that, what I mean is that seeing my peers forego treatment and go straight to bed makes me occasionally think of my old self.

Feng Shui turns around, and the person who always makes leg pendants for the boss in the group project will meet a team member who is saltier than himself sooner or later.

Going back to the topic just now, the Syndicate is a giant in the eyes of others, and the Superman in Luthor's eyes is also very different from the Karl in my eyes.

Luther couldn't figure out how I managed to work with Carl without knowing it.

But the matter is very simple - in a certain operation, we caught Luthor's subordinates' untied tails, and when others were busy carrying supplies, I restored the research records in his computer.

Most of the others can't understand it, and it's useless to retrieve the data.And my purpose is to jump ship. I have been exploring related fields in depth all these years. It is easy to see that Luthor is not only trying to study parallel universes, but also going further on this road than I am.

That's when Super Queen came up to me and asked me what I was watching.

I answered frankly that she had data about parallel universes, but she laughed at her with a bit of intimacy: "Since I know you, your focus has never been so interesting, Ye Xiao."

I told them my real identity, but people are still used to calling code names on this occasion.

Carl flew over and dragged her away, saying that professional things should be done by professional people.

So everyone in Syndicate knew that I was interested in this aspect.

When Johnny Quick revisited the old business (referring to the robbery), he would specially help me to keep an eye out for relevant documents.

Deathstorm used to be a scientist, and would chat with me about physics from time to time.

I'm not trying to hide it at all, it's just that my peers never figured out why I'm working on parallel universes.

You must know that before time travel, my scientific research knowledge in this high-end field was still at the stage of listening to keyboard experts chasing cattle.

In the beginning, it was just a subconscious choice to target the 'possible parallel universe'.

I and this world are like ordinary people walking into a lunatic asylum, thinking each other is abnormal.If I had no memory of my previous life, I might think that human nature is inherently evil, ethics and morals are hypocritical and boring, and kindness and justice are nonsense. I must be very sick if I have such thoughts.

As time went on, as I fit in and grew and changed, I increasingly needed something to confirm that my memory wasn't a child's phantasy in the void.

I need parallel universes to exist, and it's about to prove that part of my personality is real.

Otherwise, there would be nothingness under Ye Xiao's mask.

Fortunately, the level of technology on Earth in this life is not that scientific.

It sounds weird, but again, I live in a comic book world.

Its characteristic is that it can make Newton lift the coffin board angrily, and Einstein would be full of question marks when he saw it.

One day, Luther contacted me and said that he had solved the problem of quantum decorrelation.

I was sitting in Wayne Manor tutoring Richard in math.This kid has never studied seriously, but he is so smart that I can't help but regret that the compulsory education is not in place. I bought him a pile of textbooks to fill his mind. When he encounters problems, I will pick out free time to unify answer.

And he's a teenager now.Although it is inevitable to participate in my cause of ruling Gotham and become Night Owl's follower in the eyes of others, I still hope that he can have a little knowledge and wisdom to get out of the quagmire besides becoming an 'Eagle Claw'.

At least when others see him, they will think that he is a young man with a bright future and rich knowledge, rather than a thug under the command of a criminal who has not deserved to die.

The last thing he should know is how to kill, interrogate, track and intimidate.

But Dick always felt that the only way to help me was to learn these things-he didn't understand that this was exactly the last thing I needed.My own knowledge is too rich, and I don't want him to help me review the learning process.

The process of raising a child is nothing short of struggle history.

It's hard to say, Richard and I don't know whether to say respectful brothers and sisters or loving fathers and filial sons. After so many years, we finally have a rough understanding of the feelings of my parents in the previous life.

Forget it in this life, let me say again, the Wayne couple, you have no heart.

After all, I couldn't keep Richard completely away from my shady career.

He tried so hard to repay me, I don't know if it's because he regards me as a trustworthy elder brother, or because according to the common sense of this world, there is no kindness without reason, and all the gifts of fate are secretly priced.

I hope it is the former, but rational analysis shows that the latter is more likely.

He may feel that if he doesn't do a good enough job, I will not only abandon him, but repeat to him what I did to my enemy.

It's not a wild guess, it's just that he sometimes treats me with too much respect and care, which makes me wonder what kind of information Alfred has been pouring into him while I'm away.

In addition, I have been very busy these years, and we have less and less time to see each other. Every time Dick gets along with me outside of business, it seems a little unnatural.Given his age, I again suspect it might be due to puberty.

Anyway, the teaching process between me and him this time was carried out in the midst of his enthusiastic and embarrassing unilateral support.

Luthor's communication gave me a step down, allowing me to take a break from teaching with good reason and give him time to calm down.

...but Richard actually looked rather disappointed!Who was that nervous person just now?

There must be the Mariana Trench between me and the minds of young people.

Then Luthor told me that the dilemma we encountered in the process of exploring the parallel universe has been solved.

"The final test of the teleporter has stabilized, Nightowl."

His voice seemed excited and proud, even a little indistinct in my ears.

"Never mind the Syndicate, this is the greatest invention of this century! You should come and see me... what we have achieved."

Actually can really succeed.

At this moment, I wonder if today is April Fool's Day.

The degree of my attention has affected my judgment, and there is always a sense of erratic unreality.

After all, how can I be sure that the so-called main universe that Luthor found is not the same as our world?

——And don't worry about Syndicate, I don't clean up messes every day.

Just when I hesitated briefly, Richard raised his head and looked at me questioningly, and asked with his mouth: "Speedmaster?"

...well, my social circle is rather dull indeed.

I gestured him to ignore it, and then walked out of the room alone to discuss the follow-up with Luthor.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Richard sitting in the study with his head bowed, continuing to read the textbook in his hand, and the ballpoint pen was twirling smoothly between his finger bones.I know he can play so neatly with a blade.

Turning around, I said to Luther, "Wait a minute, I'll go there now."

The author has something to say:

A small theater of mentally handicapped ooc that is irrelevant to the main text:

Syndicate in the Eyes of Others: The Crossing of Wolves.

The syndicate in Mr. Xiao’s eyes: Huskies pulling sleds.

Ye Xiao in the eyes of colleagues: Mom——

(Kidding)

The next chapter starts to jump repeatedly between the two universes, and there may be a little extra from other people's perspectives in the middle.

感谢在2021-06-1603:23:30~2021-06-1904:39:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: An Qing 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Gu Yun, Arkham little patient 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: l (nn) 40 bottles; l10 bottles; broken teacup, 1 bottle of Dushu Wusai;

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