[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

The interrogation room at Blackgate Prison is different from prison interrogation rooms in most states in the United States. It is cramped and gloomy, with only one table and two opposite chairs.

There is not a single window on the wall, and the only source of light is the searchlight on the table. The light is controlled by the central monitoring system of Blackgate Prison. criminals.

After Napier was brought into the interrogation room, he didn't look nervous or uncomfortable. Instead, he looked confident and sat firmly on the chair with his legs crossed and hummed an unknown tune.

Warlock's leather shoes made a crisp sound on the stone-paved corridor, and every step seemed to beat on the heart.

The prison guards following Warlock couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Warlock's momentum was somewhat stronger than the most dangerous criminals in Blackgate Prison. They had no doubt that Napier would be the same when Warlock left Blackgate Prison. Disappeared in this world without a sound.

"...Mary hummed a little song and sprinkled the dirt on her body, Dad's cloak was torn and hung on a tree, and Mom lit a torch with a smile..." Napier shook his legs and hummed louder and louder. The scary lyrics and nursery rhymes are warm The melody combination is very strange.

The prison guard bravely stepped forward and knocked hard on the iron door with his baton. Instead of stopping, the singing inside was mixed with even more terrifying laughter.

"HaHaHa, why don't you come in, little mouse? Uncle Clown has prepared a gift for you~"

The prison guard who opened the door with the key shook his hand, and the key fell directly to the ground with a dull sound.Everyone who works in Blackgate Prison knows who Napier is. They spent a long time and psychological counseling to accept the fact that the clown is no longer crazy, but now Napier seems to be crazy again.

The warden patted the prison guard on the shoulder to let him go down to rest, and picked up the key to open the door by himself.The fear and shadow brought by the clown to the whole of Gotham is not so easy to eliminate. They cannot blame these hard-working prison guards. It is beyond the psychological tolerance of normal people to let the prison guards face the danger of the clown.

Warlock signaled the warden and the others to stay outside with his eyes, and entered the interrogation room by himself.The thick iron door was closed, and there were only Warlock and Napier in the entire interrogation room.

"Jack Napier." Warlock slowly pronounced Napier's full name, not using the polite tone that Warlock Dowling would use with a little alienation, but the tone that belonged to the gray angel Warlock Cain. , in a lingering and dangerous tone.

The two words lingered on the tip of Warlock's tongue for a long time, like aged red wine, like fine silk, like sweet words between lovers, but both of them knew that there was a danger of the knife being drawn behind it.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Warlock sat opposite Napier, snapped his fingers and the searchlight suddenly turned on to illuminate the dark interrogation room.

Napier's face was forced to appear from the shadows, and the fake smile was exposed to everyone's eyes, as well as the deep sadness and determination in his eyes.

"I've always thought you're a smart man. I think highly of you. It's not a good idea to point the knife at me before you can completely escape from my shackles."

Warlock had a perfect polite smile on his lips, but the smile didn't penetrate into his eyes. He was playing with a small controller in his hand, which was attached to Napier's handcuffs and anklets. Napier could taste it anytime he wanted. Taste the shock.

"I used to think that Gotham was just sick, and all of us are working hard to make Gotham better." Napier finally spoke, but the smirk on his face has never been put away, "Until the new clown appears, I just realized it was all wishful thinking on my part.”

"I have been deceiving myself and others. This city is rotten to the bone. The people in this city have been swallowed and corrupted by darkness. No matter how beautiful patterns are embroidered on this city's rotten sores, it will not heal her! Gotham is dead! Gotham is dead Already!"

Napier became excited as he spoke, and he stood up and shouted: "Gotham is dead! What she needs is a nirvana, a transformation, and a rebirth! You, Cobblepot, Batman, Wayne, etc. Gotham can't be saved with messed up people!"

The handcuffs and anklets were shaken by Napier, making a heavy metal collision sound, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Warlock and said, "Don't think I don't know, the Penguin made a legal crime proposal, right? Reduce crime The way to do it is to make the crime not a crime, what a brilliant idea, huh?"

"You can't do anything. You are essentially no different from those politicians who were full of brains before, but I am stupid enough to help the evildoers."

"A clown disappears, and a new clown is born, how funny and ironic. Batman has been doing useless work. If Gotham is not reborn, he will not be able to eliminate the clown. Clowns come from generation to generation. There is only one Batman. One day, he will die of his innocence."

Warlock frowned and watched Napier go crazy. Before he came, he thought Napier was reminded of his past by the clown, and the darkness and madness revived.Now it seems that Napier was indeed stimulated by the clown. He is no longer willing to compromise with Warlock, and no longer thinks that Gotham can be reformed from top to bottom.

"Seems reasonable," Warlock commented without emotion, before pressing the button on the manipulator.

The shackles were powered on immediately, and Napier fell into the chair all of a sudden, his whole body was still trembling with the current.

"If you are a bright and righteous revolutionary fighter, I will applaud and even send flowers for your declaration. Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that you are just a criminal. It was you who once pushed Gotham into darkness What's even crazier, you're only alive now because the magnanimous I was willing to give you a chance to redeem your sins, but you didn't cherish it."

Warlock got up and walked to Napier's side, and stroked Napier's cheek with his fingers. The skin that had been damaged by inferior oil paint had not been repaired, and there were deep and shallow pits. His fingertips could even feel the current passing through the pores. It feels crispy and numb.

"Maybe I should do something for you to make you understand who you are? Let me think..."

Warlock withdrew his fingers, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his fingertips over and over again. He always felt that he had touched something dirty and couldn't wipe it off.

Napier gradually recovered from the electric shock, and subconsciously reached out to touch the place Warok touched, but he couldn't touch anything.

"Maybe you need this." Warlock pulled a small mirror out of his pocket and pointed it at Napier.Napier clearly saw a big "sinner" written on his right face in the mirror.

Warlock wiped his fingers red, and continued to wipe without giving up. He said casually: "If you can't remember your identity like this, I know I will engrave this word on your soul."

"By the way, did you know that Harley Quinn was sent to Arkham Asylum? It's a pity." Seeing Napier clenched his fist out of the corner of his eye, Warlock said again, "If you put everything the clown did and said Say it, and maybe I'll get Dr. Hugo to give her a nice treat."

Napier clenched his hand into a fist, then slowly released it, closed his eyes and said: "This new clown is different from 'me', he has not received a good education, his madness comes from the corrupt darkness of Gotham, from Disappointed and hopeless."

"Hate supported all his actions, but he didn't have enough ability and wisdom to carry out revenge. He traded gunpowder, laughing gas, and some of my intelligence lines and men with me. In exchange, he would help me publish my article."

"I don't know what kind of deal he made with Harley, but I'm sure Harley was tricked by him." Napier said of Halle with a sigh, "Maybe she wasn't cheated, she was just attracted to the clown, it was me Sin, Harley has always had a thing for crazy and dark guys, and if I were dead, she'd be in love with the new clown..."

Warlock raised his hand to interrupt Napier's tirade about Harley Quinn, who was not at all interested in whether Harley Quinn had been tricked or what.

"I just want to know, did the clown say anything about his next plan?"

"He said he was going to start his revenge on you, on Batman, on Penguin, on Wayne, on all kinds of guys who made him 'bad day', as to who to start and how, I will I don’t know, it’s just a transaction between us.”

After confirming that Napier was telling the truth, Warlock lost interest in him. He gestured to the monitor and prepared to leave. He still has a lot to do, and it is impossible to spend all his time on Napier.

Napier stared at Warlock's figure without saying a word, until the searchlight was pressed down little by little, the heavy iron door closed again, and his whole body was plunged into darkness.

"Aren't you going to deal with Napier? He's caused you so much trouble, and most importantly, he betrayed you." Angelina looked from the front seat to the back seat with pure confusion on her face.

"Don't worry, Angelina, of course I can execute him quietly, but that would be too wasteful. Always find a chance for him to play his last role."

Warlock leaned his arms on the car window and looked out. The warm sunshine dispelled the gloom and danger brought out from the prison, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

Warlock carved a mark on Napier, and only he and Napier could see that mark. It was not only used to deter Napier, but more like a mark.

Now Warlock can draw Napier's soul at any time, and he has completely lost its additional role to Warlock, and has become a pure tonic or a trade replacement.

Back in the office, Warlock was in a better mood. There was a bouquet of roses on the desk, and the smooth and gorgeous font on the card belonged to the person Warlock favored—Bruce Wayne.

It was busy until about seven o'clock, and it was getting dark before Warlock got out of the meeting.Looking at the thick stack of documents, and at the still juicy rose, Warlock struggled for a while and finally decided to finish the work first. Bruce probably wasn't in the mood for a date when the clown escaped.

The moonlight fell on Warlock through the windows. Everyone else in the city hall was off work, except for a few offices with lights on.

The ringing of the phone dragged Warlock out of his heavy business, and it turned out to be Bruce on the phone.

"Worok, I've been waiting for you." The voice on the phone was distorted, but Bruce's voice could still be heard with some grievances, "I sent you a dinner invitation, and you didn't refuse, I thought you agreed .”

Warlock was stunned for a few seconds, and took out the card that came with the flower. He only looked at the front.Flipped to the back, there was a love poem and an invitation to dinner, and he kept Bruce waiting all night.

"Sorry, Bruce, I didn't see the back of the card." Warlock was a little guilty, and his tone softened unconsciously.

Bruce seemed to be smirking over there, and smiled twice before saying: "I understand, I am willing to wait for you forever. But it is already late, Jason has to go to school tomorrow, I will drive you two to dinner later, How about spending a night at Wayne Manor together?"

"Jason? He's not with me." It wasn't another dinner invitation from Bruce that Warlock noticed first, but Jason, "He texted me saying he wasn't coming to City Hall today, that he was going to meet someone, Didn't he tell you?"

"...No, and he hasn't come back yet."

The author says:

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