The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

Fiona was no longer surprised that the orange cat was actually recovered by the method of scissors, and even brought back some stolen goods.It would be better to say that this orange cat has been quite ghostly from the very beginning.After all, when it appeared in the League of Assassins back then, Damian was holding a tuna in his hand, but it was able to rush all the way to the most harmless, leisurely, and most protective place in the entire alliance. Fiona's there.

——Also lived by her side for nearly ten years, without any signs of aging, which is not easy for an orange cat.

In the beginning, this orange cat was named "Little Orange". Fiona was still a little girl at that time, and every day she took her little orange to roam around the market leisurely in the League of Assassins. Damian, who was trained by the devil, was so angry that his teeth were itchy; but since he ate eight pounds, he became "Orange", after all, he was sorry for the word little; when he came to Gotham with Fiona After a sudden increase in weight and becoming fifteen pounds, although the name has not changed, but with a little more understanding and more confidence, it is Daju.

Fiona had always been fond of the cat.She has never received any education about makeup and dressing herself. After all, she is not Thalia's own daughter, and these overly intimate interactions have never been taught to her, so these expenses are naturally saved. Instead, everything is spent on cats, such as cat climbing frames, cat rollers, high-end cat food, various toys, etc. It can be said that she loves her big orange very much.

It's just that she, who has always loved her cat very much and wished she could do everything by herself, spent more than half of her time today staring at the cabinet where the safe is hidden. She didn't cook cat food for it, but grabbed a handful of finished cat food Just unwrapped a fresh package.The orange cat, who has always been spoiled so much that he wanted to fly to the sky, also felt the inexplicable solemn atmosphere in the air, and did not go on a hunger strike like those of its kind who pretended to be sick in order to eat better canned food. After a while, I consciously got on the running wheel and started exercising.

It stands to reason that Fiona should praise it, but she really doesn't have the energy and time now.The crying that has been faintly echoing in her ears since several days ago finally became clear. Fiona's mother tongue is not English, so she still has a certain degree of trouble in English when communicating and communicating. Yes, but at the moment she can clearly hear and understand these voices, that is to say, the voices echoing in her ears are the voices of dead people, and there are more than one voices. Regarding the disappearance case, Fiona has vaguely drawn a conclusion:

Those missing children are probably already...

And the most important thing is that, unlike Russia in the far north and the world of the Orthodox Church, the American police usually do not take the initiative to accept the help of these so-called "psychics" from the outside world, which makes her very embarrassed. know what to do.

Even if she desperately wants to help these people regardless of her own wealth and life, there is no official channel that can help and protect her!

When Bruce opened his eyes in the orange cat's body again, what he saw was the frowning and preoccupied little Russian girl.He thought about it, and decided to do something in line with Orange Cat's design to comfort her, so he jumped on her knee without saying a word——

"My orange!" Fiona was terrified by the behavior of the orange cat Bruce, and hugged him as soon as she stretched out her arms:

"Are you a little lighter? It seems that exercise is still effective. Come on, let's check the scale and go for a walk, and come back for dinner."

I don't want to take a walk · I don't want to weigh myself · Why does this heartless world make me a cat every day · Fifteen pounds Bruce: ... I knew this before, so why bother.

That night Fiona made a meal with the new formula for her cat according to the recipe list, after precise calculations, but Bruce didn't want to eat it after only a few bites.To be honest, even if he is a cat now, he can judge that the cat food is delicious with the cat's sense of smell and taste, so he can't follow the animal's instinct too much.

He really didn't want to have the strong desire to plunge headfirst into the cat's food bowl, especially this kind of feeling would appear in him as a human being.

So Fiona was shocked when she came to collect the plate: "That's all you ate?"

Orange Cat Bruce: ...can't eat any more!If you eat again, you will put me on the roller again.

Fiona thought for a while and went to the storage room, and when she came out again, she had some catnip in her hand.She crushed the catnip and mixed it evenly into the rice, trying to coax the orange cat to eat.

Catnip is like a powerful poison to cats. 90.00% of cats can’t resist the charm of catnip, and this orange cat’s physical reaction is no exception. But the problem coming:

In the orange cat's body at the moment is Bruce Wayne, the control freak of Batman.

He can't even accept any variables outside the plan. He must keep everyone's information and weaknesses in his hands, and install monitors in every corner of Wayne Manor, even in the recently formed Justice League. Each of his teammates has a contingency plan to deal with each person's weaknesses.No matter what kind of skin he wears to disguise himself during the day, the Dark Knight at night is such a control freak who is so stubborn that he is almost paranoid, and self-restrained to the point of masochism.

For such a person, if he succumbs to the orange cat’s physiological reaction to eating, he can still be explained by “can’t reveal his secrets”, but if he is tempted by something like catnip, which completely awakens animal instincts, he will be trampled on. The bottom line, even if you try to reveal your secrets, you can't let yourself fall into the situation of being controlled by anything.

——That's why at this moment, the orange cat Bruce followed Fiona blankly in the 24-hour veterinary clinic.

Known: Anyone who dares to operate 24 hours in Gotham is either short of money or has skills or has a background, and this veterinarian is equipped with a gun; at the same time, it is known that this is the site of Midnight Doctor, ask this veterinary clinic to be dropped from the sky The chances of the Mu members messing up.

Infinity close to zero okay? !

Fiona carefully put the fifteen-pound orange cat on the examination table together with the basket, almost crying in anxiety: "Doctor, please take a look, my orange cat is very abnormal today, it doesn't even It’s eating like an excavator, and even catnip can’t arouse its appetite, what’s wrong with it?!”

It can't be blamed for Fiona being overly nervous, after all, for domestic orange cats, it's almost time to wind up at this age.But no matter who encounters this situation, they can accept it intellectually, but refuse to believe it emotionally.Even if it’s just anything else, even if it’s someone who has been around for nearly ten years, they will still have feelings, not to mention a well-behaved cat that will never leave and stay with Fiona all the time?

The doctor first carefully examined the cat, and found that the cat is in excellent health, at least living better than 90.00% of the cats in Gotham. If nothing else, just look at its fifteen pounds Body shape, the puzzled doctor decided to start with the cat’s daily diet. After all, there are too many people who love to make cat food for cats but can’t do it:

"What did you feed it?"

Fiona told the truth: "The cat food I fed at noon today, and the cat food I fed at night, included skinless chicken thighs, chicken hearts, tuna fish and beef, mixed with eggshell powder and vitamin B powder, and it used to love it very much. What to eat, why is it like this today..."

This string of formulas is so scientific that even professional veterinarians can't fault it.He looked at the cat, then at Fiona, and guessed:

"...Don't be so excited, he might just want to lose weight."

"This is an orange cat!!" Fiona expressed disbelief: "Sometimes it even actively follows me out for a walk. Doctor, what is going on?!"

Orange Cat Bruce: ...If I knew it, I would have worked hard and never went out!

"The orange cat suddenly started not eating and started exercising. It's probably hopeless." The veterinarian thought about it for a while, decided to liven up the atmosphere, and said, "My condolences."

Fiona looked at her own orange cat who had no love for life—for some reason, she could see this emotion from that orange-yellow haired face, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she pursed her mouth, A little crystal tear swirled in the eye socket, and she was about to cry.

Little girl, it's easy to take everything other people say seriously.

She has a typical Russian appearance, with long brown hair slightly curly, misty gray eyes, gentle and sweet, when the expression of crying appears on such a young, helpless, gentle and harmless face , is a normal person and doesn't want to make her sad.

"Your cat is really fine... By the way, why did you come to Gotham." The veterinarian sighed and felt a bit of a headache, so he intervened in his business for a rare time, and reminded him friendly: "This place is incompatible with you. Go back wherever you came from."

"This is impossible." Fiona heard that her cat was fine, and the big stone that had been weighing on her heart fell down.She let out a long breath and explained to the doctor distressedly:

"To be honest, I don't even know why I came here...but I just know that I should come here."

"You might as well say that God's will led you here." The veterinarian couldn't laugh or cry: "It's a pity that not many people in Gotham believe in God, we believe in ourselves."

What Fiona didn't know at this time was that the St. Petersburg Witch Association, thousands of miles away, finally issued a kill order to a notorious prisoner in the Arkham Asylum.What is the concept of a kill order? As long as you are still in this association, you have to add a handful of soil to the future grave of the target it targets; as long as you are a friendly witch who does not want to fight against the St. Petersburg Witch Association, you can Help where you can help.

Since the establishment of the St. Petersburg Witch Association, this thing has not been used much.After all, these witches are all psychics, all of them are guys who can curse people thousands of miles away, can communicate with the dead, predict the future direction, look back at all the events that happened in the past, communicate with the underworld, and they are super protective, so it is normal Most people don't want to mess with them.

But the person targeted by the killing order is obviously not in the category of "normal people".In last week's Joker's attack on Batman, a young witch from St. Petersburg was killed for no reason.The moment her relatives saw her dead body, they forgot even the shock, and could only feel the unforgettable fear.

Incomplete and full of malice.

She is too young, she has just grown up, and she still has good expectations for the world and human nature. After receiving the commission of "People are often missing in Gotham Playground recently", she hurried over, thinking about it with enthusiasm. Give a helping hand.But she never expected that in this short night, a sudden change occurred, and she lost her life.

The nine great witches of St. Petersburg—except for Tatiana Larina who was pregnant and weak, all came out. The long-sealed book of curses was opened, and the pale hands held the skull full of blood. The Crystal, the Inverse Cross, and the Dead Man's Candle finally see the light of day.Their jet-black robes billowed in the cold wind, and they vowed to seek justice for their eternally young companions.

The incompetent law does not punish the wicked, and the vigilante has a bottom line of not killing people, so the person who kills the wicked and insists on repaying retaliation must be done by someone.

"—So you came at a really bad time." In the end, the veterinarian didn't know what medicine to prescribe for the orange cat who suddenly stopped eating. I had no choice but to prescribe some digestive tablets:

"Let's go quickly, Gotham has been uneasy recently."

When Fiona went out with a basket, she saw Ms. Green outside the door.The woman who lost her only relative held a self-made missing person notice in her hand, which contained an enlarged color photo of her daughter and handwritten personal characteristics. In order to find the insider at the first time, she risked being harassed Danger left his various contact information on the sign and promised a lot of money, even if he just provided a really useful clue, he could get a lot of money.

Not long ago, she was almost murdered because of walking at night, but now for her daughter, she is not afraid of anything, and she doesn't care about anything.

The Gotham police were helpless against the disappearances that happened one after another. When they turned on the Bat Light to try to summon Batman, the Batman who could always arrive at the scene at the first time did not come.No, it's not that "Batman" didn't come, of course he came, but it wasn't the one who was full of oppression and cooperated with the Gotham police from the beginning. Even if Robin was with him, Director Gordon could Feeling the subtle difference between the two, he felt even more uncertain for a while:

In this city full of crime, chaos, violence and darkness, if even Batman, the last line of defense, is about to give way, what else can stand till the end?What else can save hearts, what else can help from beyond the dark side to those who continue to help?

——At the moment when Ms. Green returned to her residence exhausted that night, everything turned for the better.

As soon as she opened the door, a sealed letter slipped through the crack of the door.

Such things as wax paint are too flashy for modern people who pursue efficiency and convenience.Why use such a fancy and time-consuming method to seal an envelope when it can be done with glue, double-sided tape, a stapler, or scotch tape?

Because sealing with wax paint has an advantage that the above-mentioned time-saving and labor-saving methods cannot achieve, and that is "signature".

The letter paper of this letter is white with dots of bronzing on it, and the sealant used to seal it is also milky white, and the handwritten cursive name is coated with a thin layer of gold powder. It seems that the thunderous name is even more dazzling:

Themis.

The name is too familiar.Ms. Green tore open the envelope with tears in her eyes and trembling hands. She was so excited that she almost tore the letter paper in half. After all, when a person is really desperate, no matter what method, she will be willing to try it. Yes, even her most contemptuous "psychic":

[Ms. Green, Zhan Xin'an. 】

[Recently, I have heard about your unfortunate experience, and hereby express my deep sympathy.Although I am young and weak, and my ability is still inexperienced, and in your opinion, the "psychic" incident is quite suspected of bluffing and deceiving, but if you are willing to believe me, I am willing to help you for free and help you find your daughter.I hereby swear to the honorable name of the Goddess of Justice that I will see people when I live and corpses when I die. 】

[I will come to visit you in the evening of the next day, if you need help at that time, please stay at home.In other words, if you don't want to believe it, please burn this letter, just laugh it off, and don't open the door for me in the evening. 】

【Your Themis】

By this time Fiona had lifted the cabinet out.She lit a candle, and began to patiently burn the wax in the last lock, and waited until the wax melted before inserting the key in. Such tedious preparations were specially set up to give her enough chances to repent. of.

But these settings are useless to her at the moment.

The chain fell to the ground with a crisp metal crash, the keyhole was gently knocked open, and the certificate belonging to the youngest psychic in history was finally seen again. The photosensitive powder specially coated on the identification code began to sense the light from the outside world. The photosensitive chip contained in the certificate was activated, automatically connected to the dark net, and the name "Themis" appeared again silently, quietly but unexpectedly in the undercurrent of the underground world——

And it is about to set off a storm that no one can predict.

[The second setting of this chapter: throwing stones to ask for directions]

Sending letters or emails before doing business is called throwing stones to ask for directions.For psychics, this is a rule, and they must be informed in advance, and they must not come uninvited; for those who need help, receiving a letter from a psychic can give them time to think, after all, not everyone all believe;

For ordinary people, bad people will also use it in this way. At this time, it is mostly used to provoke, similar to "I told you in advance that I will kill you, and if you can't hide, then you can't blame me!"