[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

The clown who murdered my ddl results on the screen was still babbling, but I began to revise the semi-finished PPT I found on other devices, trying to catch up with the speed of life and death again.

Half an hour ago, I was entangled in the data which example was more lively, and sent the semi-finished PPT to the group chat to ask for other people's opinions.At that time, I felt that I was nitpicking. The team members said that the two examples were very good, but I was entangled there.

Knowing it now, my carping at the time saved my dog's life.

Although this PPT is a semi-finished product, the degree of completion is almost 80.00%. I will modify it a little according to my impression, and it will be a mature PPT again.

After doing it once, it became super fast. After saving, I put the file in the chat box and sent it.

The device that sent the file was not connected to the Internet, so I was able to escape the fate of being murdered by a clown. The sending went round and round, and I turned on the network as if I were dead.

Wayne Manor's Wi-Fi is really fast, and I was relieved to see this screen being hacked by the clown's footage as well.

At the last second before the device was invaded by a virus, I saw that the file was sent out.

... At least I caught up.

I have mixed feelings.

I can’t take online classes. The clown’s control over the Internet this time is much stronger than that criminal who didn’t know his name last time. I heard that all the bats came out, and I was the only one left in the entire Wayne mansion, including the bat cave. And Alfred—and Dakota.

I can't even ask for leave, it's so hard on me!

The mobile phone I usually use is also useless, I searched, and now the only one I can talk to is an old man's touch-tone mobile phone, because it cannot be connected to the Internet.

I was bored wandering around the house, and I could only touch Dakota to relieve my boredom, let alone chop up the clown with the new knife that Damian gave me.

I took a handful of goose down from Dako's body, and rubbed it back against him in disgust.

Eventually, I decided to check out the Batcave.

Batcave, Alfred is the only one in this dark and gloomy natural underground cave with few lights.

Even though there is only one person, the Batcave is especially lively - I mean the sound.

On the big screen of the Batcave main console, there is a small area where the content captured by the camera on someone’s body is displayed. The other small screens are showing some surveillance. I identified it and vaguely recognized the Gotham Bank. and Gotham City Hall.

According to the real-time positioning map in the lower left corner, their destinations should not be the same place.

Alfred sat motionlessly in front of the main console, with only one earphone on his ear, and the other on the table.

The sound that should have come from the earphones was played through the speakers of the main console computer, and it was much louder.

The content of the sound is probably the noise of the brothers and sisters and some noisy background sounds, and by the way, there are some sentences greeting the clown.

I'm already a little familiar with the sound of their respective voice changers, and I can probably tell who is on "FXXKBATMAN" and who is on "Stupid Todd" amidst the noise.

When everyone in the channel conversation started to speak vulgar words gradually, Alfred, who was sitting like a mountain, coughed lightly twice.

"Young masters, please pay attention to my old man and Miss Louise." He said, "Forgive me for being too old to hear these less elegant words."

The voice suddenly quieted down.

"Ruth is here?" Finally, Jason's voice sounded again, "Would you like to come out and play with the clown with you?"

listen!Hit the clown to play!Is this speaking human language? !

but--

Me: crazy heart.jpg

It's not human words, it's mythology, I'm a god!

"Yes!" I agreed.

Before my dad could open his mouth to object, I was going to sneak out to show my respect.

"Wait a minute." Alfred stopped me and handed me a brand new communicator, "Miss Louise, please keep the signal normal at all times."

"The garage below still has the locomotive that you took out of the street last time. Let's start the car. Master Jason is probably also starting the car."

The caring Alfred not only prepared a communicator for me, but also prepared a navigation device that would not be invaded by clowns. Dad no longer has to worry about me getting lost!

When my dad comes back this time, I will definitely ask him to help me replace all electronic devices with bat devices!

I was once asked if I need to replace my computer with a bat computer and then I refused because it should not be necessary.

Jason's destination is Gotham Bank, they suspect that the clown has planted bombs in some crowded places.

After investigation, they locked some places.

Although the scope has been narrowed down and some locations have been locked down, these places still need to be checked manually. The Gotham police dispatched a large number of police forces to help check and evacuate the crowd. The bomb disposal experts and Batman in the police station worked together to check the remaining ten In fact, bombs have been found in more than one location.

But the strange thing is that the location of the clown has not been found yet.

When I got to Gotham Bank, Jason was already waiting there.

The anti-theft facilities in the bank have been activated, and the entire bank has been besieged, how to get in has become a problem.

He arrived a little earlier than me, and the hooks had already been hung on the wall of the bank. Jason used the hooks to fasten himself to the wall and pry open an opening.

Jason was still prying it when I arrived, but it was quickly opened, and when he was about to get in, a message came from the communicator.

"Red Hood, get out of Gotham Bank!" was Alfred's voice.

"What's the matter?" Jason asked when he heard the request, and then quickly evacuated from the spot to the place where he parked the car.

The place where the locomotive was parked was 50 meters away from the bank, and I followed him out without knowing why.

But without waiting for Alfred to answer, the Gotham Bank in front of us has already given us the answer.

A loud bang came.

It's fried.

Just, very suddenly, it exploded.

The shock wave broke through the iron wall falling inside Gotham Bank and the glass outside, and various fragments that were blasted hit the face.

Jason and I each found a bunker and escaped this wave of explosions.

This time the explosion was not like that kind of large bomb, more like a bomb stuck on the wall, just a bluff.

I adjusted my posture and looked out, and saw several figures coming out of the hole that was blown in the bank.

Leading the charge was someone I didn't expect - Zilbahar.

He was dragging a man tied into a rice dumpling by his hand, and there were several people behind him, who seemed to be well-trained.

He dragged the person and shook it, and a bloody trail was dragged on the ground. The person tied into a rice dumpling was thrown on the ground by him. I saw the green hair on the top of the "Zongzi".

...Hey guy, it's not a clown inside, is it?

After making gestures with a person behind Zierbach, the others quickly lifted out a coffin-like object from one side, and put the suspected clown object in it.

Logically speaking, I should go out and knock them down now and tell them: Batman is watching you.

But, cough...

The one who was put into the coffin was a clown!

I took out my elderly phone from my body and sent a message to Zierbaha.

【Your mission in Gotham is to catch clowns? 】

Zierbaha, who was still standing there, touched his pocket and took out his cell phone.

【? 】

He answered me with a question mark, then looked up and glanced around, and locked my position.

Then he turned his head and said something to the people behind him, and those people left carrying the coffin containing the clown.

He waited for a while, and after making sure that the people around him had cleared away, he raised his legs and walked towards me.

"Shredded pork? Why are you here?"

"I wanted to come here and beat someone up." I patted the ashes off my body and stood up.

"Hit someone? Who?" He thought for a while, "That green hair with strange aesthetics?"

The green hair with strange aesthetics is equal to the clown.

I put an equal sign on these two things in my mind.

"Yeah." I nodded, "He invaded the Internet, I can't take online classes, I can only come out and fight to relieve boredom."

"Oh~ Miserable." He patted my shoulder with his dusty hand, and after I was clean—although not as clean as before after the explosion, it was also cleaner than the clothes on Zierbaha— A dusty handprint was left on the white clothes.

"But it's okay." He said again, "Although you didn't hit him, brother beat you up so hard that I knocked out a few teeth."

"Are you happy, are you moved?"

Me: Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

"So your gold master Baba asked you to catch the clown?" I asked him.

"Well...forget it?" He hesitated when he answered, "I'm in charge of beating and escorting people."

"You..." Zierbaha pointed to the position of his own ear, "Don't anyone come to trouble me, I'm just a poor wage earner for work."

...I'm talking about my father and brothers and sisters on the other side of my communicator who are silently listening to the information secretly.

"The clown is not an ordinary criminal. The organization behind you may not be able to control him if he is captured." Jason squatted quietly beside him for a while.

"Then it's none of my business." Zierbaha said indifferently, "I just arrest people and escort them, and I'll complete the task once they're delivered, I don't care how the green hair fights with others and escapes control. "

"Anyway, neither side is a good thing." He said, took out his pretentious sunglasses from his clothes and put them on.

"Real men never look back at explosions, am I handsome just now?" Zierbaha flicked his bangs, waiting for me to praise him.

"Shuai Shuai." I nodded indiscriminately, "It's even more handsome when you throw that green hair on the ground."

"But." I thought for a while, and then asked, "Wouldn't it be dog eat dog?"

"Yes, the dog bites the dog's hair." He nodded.

Immediately, he reacted: "They won't hear me saying bad things about Jinzhubaba, right? They won't deduct my salary if they hear it?"

"If they deduct your salary, you should report them to the Justice League or the Avengers." I suggested.

Zierbach thought for a while, then nodded: "You are right."

I'm absolutely right.

In the end, before my dad could get over, he slipped away.

Before slipping away, he also told me: "When I get into their internal employee group, I will broadcast the tragedy of the green hair for you, and I will definitely let you get out of this forced absence from school."

Zilbahar, my good brother [thumbs up]