[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 29]

When people's eyes focused on them again, Claire finally couldn't help pulling out Hill's face, pinching the soft flesh on his cheeks, with an unconcealed grumpy expression: "Laugh! What are you laughing at! You bastard, Hurry up and shut up!"

"Hahahaha" Hill raised his face and his voice became more and more high-spirited, as if something extremely interesting had really happened.

After realizing that he didn't accept the threat at all, Claire finally scowled and gave up trying to stop Hill from going crazy.He only turned around and accelerated his pace, trying to leave behind the laughing patient who was trembling as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

But after a while, Hill followed her again.

The boy leaned on her body as if he had no bones, and the weight of his whole body was unambiguously handed over to her, holding her shoulders without letting go.Laughing from time to time——

"What's so funny?" Claire was a little impatient.Yet Hill doesn't care at all:

"Interesting." He lazily responded: "Are you unhappy with the Wayne Group? I can't see that you also hate the rich~" Hill stuck closer, snorting on Claire's neck: "Did you notice Does that little guy look like that? What a poor guy, he grew so tall at the age of 12~ Don’t rich people eat as much as we do?”

Claire recalled the reality, Bruce Wayne was not a little guy at that time.But she didn't intend to correct Hill's misunderstanding, instead she vowed: "Yes, he will definitely grow into a dwarf!"

"Also, what are you going to buy? Can you go now?"

"I can't do it~" Hill sighed: "[Business] is not good, I have to make [several orders] again."

Claire frowned, intending to stop Hill, but before she could speak, Hill let go of her shoulders: "I know you don't want to go, just wait for me here." He stood up straight and smiled He waved his hand intentionally, then didn't listen to Claire's answer, quickly took a few steps back, and blended into the crowd.

Claire stared at the direction of Hill's departure, and after gradually losing sight of him, she could only quietly squat on the stone steps to one side and wait.In fact, she felt lucky that Hill left on his own initiative.

She didn't change Hill's mind. In Claire's view, a person's outlook on life and the world are formed for a reason.The circumstances of Hill's life shaped his thinking patterns.This method of [withdrawal] is not improper in the eyes of him, or countless people in Gotham.

No one taught them what to do.

No one ever said anything right to them.

And not many people realize the importance of doing the [right] thing.

This is irreconcilable between her and Hill.Both she and Hill are clearly aware of this.Because in some respects, they are both equally sensitive.But this understanding of each other cannot change them to compromise for each other.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that Hill appeared in front of Claire again.His thin coat was cut two times, and there were obvious abrasions on his face, and he could vaguely stagger when he walked - Hill was never the type who was good at fighting with people.

He parted the corners of his lips, clutching his ribs as if pretending to be in pain: "Come and help me, my stomach hurts!"

"Then you really covered the wrong place."

"Cough cough" Hill coughed twice, and moved his hands down without changing his face: "Come and help me, my stomach hurts!!"

However, although he was pretending to be teasing, Hill's forehead hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his forehead, and Claire noticed that his face had become paler.Under Claire's gaze, the curvature of the boy's lips became more obvious:

"Are you worried about me?" He acted wickedly: "Then you should stay with me."

Claire pursed her lips and said nothing, but walked to Hill silently.This time Hill put the weight of his body on her again.He surrounded Claire from behind, his voice hoarse: "Go back."

"Don't you want to buy something?"

"Already bought it."

After Hill finished speaking, he patted Claire on the shoulder: "Superwoman, it's time to show your role." He lazily commanded: "Now transform into my mount, and carry me home!"

"What? Is your leg broken too?"

"You're so funny."

In the end, Claire picked up Hill.Maybe it's because Hill is too soft at this time, reminding her of Gaga's white belly basking in the sun after a full meal, maybe it's because the atmosphere at this time is so good that she doesn't want to say anything disappointing, maybe it's because she realizes that Hill Er was indeed injured, and she wanted to do something for him... With his back on her back, she slowly walked around the crowd, turned into the alley, and walked towards home.

A cold thing was carefully put on her neck by Hill behind her. His fingertips were warm and soft, lingering on Claire's neck repeatedly, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Do you like it?"

Although she didn't see what she was wearing around her neck, Claire knew that this was Hill's purpose for going out this time, and it was a gift he gave her.

This made the corners of Claire's lips curved a little, and a warm color melted into her gray eyes: "Thank you," she said with affirmation, "I will cherish it."

But obviously, Hill didn't like this answer, he asked again: "Do you like it?"

"I like."

[a week later]

"Haven't you thought about changing the diet for Gaga?" Claire finally couldn't help asking: "Maybe we should find some other food for him? Like flies, mosquitoes, or something else?"

After Hill glanced at her lazily, he continued to concentrate on picking the cockroach wings in his hands. Claire said that he would never touch her hair with these hands today.

Hill stood up suddenly: "You go home."

"?" Claire asked with puzzled eyes, but Hill didn't give any reason: "You go home, now."

Claire stood up.She walked to Hill's side when he was blocked, and looked down from the top floor. From a distance of tens of meters, Paul, the leader, was leading more than 30 people coming here in a mighty way. Weapons are even more varied, either long knives or baseball bats.The smile on Claire's face faded, she silently looked at her feet——

The cramped and narrow alleys were crowded, the crowd was noisy, and there were countless curses and swear words. She didn't think that more than 30 people could escape unscathed, and her force value was still a galaxy away from [Superwoman] Woolen cloth!

"Now, do you know the reason?" Hill said, patted her on the shoulder: "Then hide, it will be bad if they find you—"

"What about you?" Claire asked, in exchange for his indifferent shrug: "I won't die."

"Wow~ It's really touching." Paul's voice was annoying as always.He [boom! ] kicked open the door on the top of the building, and the cigarette in his hand was flicked away: "However, none of you can leave today."

Paul laughed. "Not even your little pet."

Paul smiled exaggeratedly and stepped aside so that the people behind could enter one after another.

Claire turned cold: "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing~" Paul spread his hands innocently, and nodded his chin in distress: "I'm just too jealous that Hill has such a cute pet!" (People behind him laughed)

"You want us to give it to you?" Claire sneered and questioned, but Paul shrugged: "Of course not, I just don't want others to have what I don't have."

Claire retreated silently to Hill's side: "Fight in a while, protect yourself." The other party looked at her silently for a while: "Aren't you going to run away?"

"?"

"If you don't escape now, you really won't have another chance." His eyes were deep, as if he meant something.

Claire pushed Hill's shoulder away impatiently, and took out from her trouser pocket a short knife that she had been carrying with her since she arrived in Gotham. It fell into chaos.

The narrow floor was full of people, Claire bowed to dodge the cue stick coming from behind, and witnessed it swinging at the face of the opposite person, the scene was extremely chaotic, and everyone fell into a rage——

"Are you fucking blind?"

"What did you hit me for!"

"I kill you!!"

"Stop off!!"

While dodging, Claire found the right time to light the fire, and unexpectedly, she was not injured at all after 10 minutes of the battle.But obviously, Hill was not so lucky.

Compared to Claire, they will show no mercy to Hill.With a scream, many people stopped their hands and looked at Hill on the edge of the roof.His hair was disheveled by the wind, a long wound was cut on his arm, and the cuff of his coat was soaked in blood.He crawled on the edge of the top floor, grabbing a young boy by the collar, if he hadn't grabbed it too hard, the boy would have fallen downstairs——

"Help! I don't want to die!" The boy cried out, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

And Hill's fingers gradually began to weaken.Claire was incredible: "Why don't you go help quickly?!"

No one moves—

[boom! ]

With a muffled sound, the boy fell downstairs before he could let out a wail.Claire ran to Hill at the first time, her eyes flicked across the figure downstairs, the distance around the fourth floor made his situation not optimistic.

And Paul walked out of the crowd silently.The young man who had never been in Claire's eyes showed an excited smile: "You killed someone, dear Hill."

"You killed old Pete's son," he paused, obviously unable to remember the other party's name.But that doesn't affect his mood: "This is just the beginning."

"This thing won't end."

The author has something to say: Can you guess who Hill is?Have you ever read a cartoon baby?