In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 165: Long Easter (5)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"First of all, what I want to tell you is that, as you guessed, now, your stronghold has become completely sealed, just like a can."

"And the oxygen in the can is limited, how many of you are there now? Huh? I guess there are at least 20?"

"According to this amount, the existing oxygen in the can can only keep you alive for three hours at most."

"You think you have hidden this stronghold very secretly, but we have discovered it long ago."

"As you guessed, this is a premeditated trap, and now, I want to play a game with you."

"An oxygen pipeline is leading to this tank, but the mouth of the oxygen delivery nozzle is hidden in the wall, you have to dig the wall yourself to find this pipeline, otherwise the oxygen will be completely exhausted in three hours. "

"Owls need to breathe too, right?"

The fingers of the woman wearing a bird-shaped mask began to tremble, but the voice on the radio did not stop, and everyone heard him say: "Don't imagine that your companions or those killers you cultivated will come to save you , Judging from the thickness and hardness of the ice surrounding you, no one, or even a machine, will be able to dig into your place within three hours."

The voice in the tape recorder began to become cadenced, echoing in the conference room, darker and more terrifying than the nursery rhymes spread by the court of owls.

"In the past, you stood on the tall buildings in Gotham City, overlooking all living beings, looking at the suffering people, and digging in the land for food to fill your stomach."

"Later, you hid underground, looked up at the scarred feet of countless pairs of mortals, and ran quickly to survive."

"And now, you will experience what it is like to have a chance of survival with your hands."

They heard that the voice in the tape recorder began to soften, even a little gentle, as if dreaming: "...my little birds, dig it, to get a trace of the most ordinary and humble air, dig your Finger."

"Or, use your death... to offer sacrifices to Gotham's resurrection."

After the sound fell, finally someone in the conference room couldn't help it anymore. A masked man threw the tape recorder out tremblingly and fell to the ground. The rest of the people watched his crazy behavior and remained silent.

"...Are we really going to dig?" The female voice became a little trembling, and she said, "There are no tools here, how are we going to dig these walls..."

"We're trapped, and if we don't dig, we'll suffocate!"

"But what if he lied to us?" said an old voice.

"But if we wait here, we will definitely die! This is a well-designed trap, and they will not let us go!"

"Do you want me to plan those wall tiles with my fingers?!" another man said loudly, then he stood up, waved his fat arms and said, "I am one of the thirteen jury members! And it is the oldest one! My family is too, you all dig it for me! I order you!"

Others stood up one after another and refuted what he said. Some people said: "My family is the richest now, and you should dig it!"

Some people also said: "It should be a strong body to dig!"

"Why should I go?"

"It's all your fault! You should go!"

"You are also..."

During the dispute, suddenly, silence enveloped a few seconds.

Obviously, some of them thought of an easier way to survive than digging the wall.

In the office of the Gotham Police Department, everyone was silent. Gordon shuddered. He looked at Schiller and said, "I think the problem of the Owl Court may not be too serious. The serious thing is... "

"You didn't really plan ahead, did you?" Victor also turned to look at Schiller.

Schiller rolled his eyes and said: "You lied to them, who knows where their hidden strongholds are hidden? How could I go to such great lengths to lay an oxygen pipeline for them?"

"Okay, let's not mention this, the rest of the link is bargaining, Detective Gordon, I remember you said before, there are a few gangsters who are particularly difficult to deal with, and they like to negotiate conditions with the police?"

"Don't mention it soon." Gordon rubbed his temples and said, "I get a headache when I mention them."

"Well, it's up to them, let them take turns to quarrel with the owl court, and tell them that they will be given 5 points for the final compensation."

"Hiss..." Gordon gasped, and he said, "The court of owls will lose their underwear!"

Then Gordon clicked his lips and said, "I always feel that you have premeditated."

"Would you like to hear me tell a fairy tale?" Schiller smiled and blinked.

"It was a group of little birds with golden feathers. The poor little birds fell into the hunter's hands because of carelessness. They begged the hunter's forgiveness and were willing to pluck out their precious feathers in exchange for the hunter to let them go..."

Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said, "What are you going to eat for Easter?"

He asked himself and answered: "Anyway, I'm going to eat roast chicken."

One night passed, and in the morning of the next day, the news that Gotham had suffered a large-scale terrorist attack hit the headlines of major newspapers.

Mayor Roy burst into tears at the press conference, denouncing the casualties caused by terrorists, and also accused the federal government of failing to fulfill its security obligations, calling Gotham an "abandoned city."

Collapsed buildings, ruined streets, submerged shops and frozen cars, as pictures of the aftermath of the disaster flow out, the Court of Owls has become a cruel terrorist that everyone despises.

All kinds of confusing news reports emerged one after another, and the number of casualties began to become more and more exaggerated. From the initial tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, in the end, more than half of Gotham's citizens were either dead or injured.

But the strange thing is that various fundraising activities started sooner than disaster relief operations. Major newspapers published channels for fundraising. Gotham held dozens of charity dinners in the week before Easter .

On a cold weekend morning, the reports on the desk of the city government office fluttered with the breeze outside the window.

The flimsy paper kept turning over page by page, and the numbers kept growing. Finally, a stamp was stamped on it. Roy raised his hand, handed the report to his subordinates, and said, "Happy Easter."

As his words fell, the branches outside the window began to grow, and pieces of green sprouts stretched out from the branches, and the largest reconstruction in Gotham's history began.

Before, the transformation of Gotham was basically to make up for what was wrong. If there was an open space here, a warehouse would be built, and if there was an open space, a station would be opened there. The reconstruction method of sewing and mending was actually the least effective method, but at the time, there was no other way.

But this time is different. Due to a wave of floods and a wave of freezing, the volume expansion caused by the process of turning water into ice, the ice blocks cracked most of the surface. If repairs are not carried out, it will be completely impossible to open to traffic.

Even if you don't want your site to be remodeled, you can't help it. The roads are so damaged that you can't even walk on the road. If you don't participate in the remodeling, then you can only stay at home and wait to starve to death.

Things have come to this point, the bad is bad, if you want to continue to live, you still have to repair.

Overnight, the unemployment rate in Gotham almost became zero, because manpower is needed everywhere, to rebuild sewers, repair roads and collapsed houses, and build new logistics facilities according to the new plan...

This sounds unreasonable, because there is no output in a short period of time, but the organizer needs to pay a lot of labor costs, which requires an astronomical initial investment.

But thanks to the already bald owl court, those unlucky **** who were imprisoned by this big dog joint organization tearfully plucked all their feathers in order to survive, and provided sufficient funds for Gotham's reconstruction plan Funds, even if you can't make a profit in the short term, you can still stick to it.

With the money in place and the people in place, the reconstruction plan will proceed very smoothly, and there are more than one benefits brought by the underground ice layer.

Gotham is a city on the east coast, with a humid monsoon climate and four distinct seasons, that is, cold in winter and hot in summer.

In the past, in April, the temperature has risen significantly, and it has begun to enter the hot summer, but the huge underground ice layer has changed the climate in some areas, causing the average temperature of Gotham to drop by more than 10 degrees. Back to early winter temperatures.

The citizens of Gotham City are not used to this climate, and colds are common these days.

But some people just want to escape the summer heat and can't find a place.

Not all of the east coast has the four-seasonal climate of Gotham, and some places are very hot. By April, the summer is already scorching. If this group of people wants to escape the heat, they have to go further north. Now , Gotham became the nearest low-temperature city to them.

Of course, they dare not come to Gotham for tourism, but Gotham's climate change has also affected surrounding areas, such as Bludhaven, and the tourism industry in Bludhaven has boomed all of a sudden. stand up.

Brudhaven was almost knocked out by the pie falling from the sky.

This is actually just a small city. Because it is too close to Gotham, there are no outsiders, so the degree of development is relatively low. It has many natural rural scenery, and it is not like Gotham, where it is cloudy and rainy every day.

After the climate change in Gotham, Brudhaven is sunny during the day and breezy in the morning and evening, making people feel comfortable and attracting many tourists from surrounding cities.

Because Bludhaven is too close to Gotham, many Gotham news spread here immediately.

But what these tourists see is not a horrible city full of murders or bloodshed every day. All the news from Gotham can be summed up in two big words-lack of people .

As I said before, although there are many local residents in Gotham, they have been idle for too long and their work efficiency is too low. Even if they are fully employed, rebuilding such a large city is still not enough.

Although Gotham is a mega city, there are not many migrant workers. In this era of comprehensive infrastructure upgrades, the lack of labor has become the biggest obstacle to efficiency. The major gangs are looking for people like crazy, and even offer high prices. Want to hire foreigners.

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. If there are too many people, there will always be a few who are not afraid of death. There are really a few people who dare to risk their lives to come to Gotham to work.

Actually, they are not entirely out of curiosity, but because the prices charged by the gangsters here are too high. Anyway, they are all the hairs from owls, so it doesn't feel bad to use them. The higher it is, and it's still daily, one can't help but be tempted.

When the outsiders came to Gotham, they found that the city was different from what they had imagined. Before, they thought it should be a city with the theme of gun battles every day and zero-dollar purchases, but after they came here, they Only then did I discover that Gotham is orderly.

Compared to other regions, Gotham is indeed very weird. The defenders of order here are gangsters. They have tough attitudes, violent methods, many ideas, and crazy things, but the violent order is still order.

When the whole city entered into a fanatical atmosphere of making a big cake together, many shortcomings brought about by the violent order were covered up, while the remaining advantages were amazing, such as efficiency and stability.

It sounds absurd to use the adjective "stable" for such a city, but it is true. Outsiders have discovered that the order built by the gangsters is actually very stable, at least when the funds are abundant and everyone has a living. When it's dry, it's like this.

There is no shortage of desperadoes who are desperate for money in this world. The news that Gotham is making money spreads quickly, and many of these people start to move after hearing the news and want to come to Gotham to try their luck.

With the influx of more and more outsiders, people began to pay attention to and discuss the situation inside Gotham. silhouette of a city.

Many people think that this is a wild place that drinks blood like hair. Wealthy megalopolis.

The gangsters here drive luxury cars, smoke cigars, and throw piles of banknotes from the roof of the building. Rock singers sing heavy metal in the rain of money. Behind them are all kinds of chaotic and colorful graffiti, illuminated by neon lights With the continuous flow of traffic on the road, the crowd shouted frantically on the side of the road...

Like Schiller, people began to realize that this is not only the capital of crime but also the capital of genius, the city of crime and the city of art.

There has never been a city in the world that has such absurd and bizarre aesthetics as Gotham. This is the soil of performance art and a paradise for incomprehensible lunatics.

There are even many people who have found resonance from this temperament. They began to try to deconstruct the causes and status quo of such a unique city, and then they were infected by the overflowing madness here and became the spiritual residents of the city of sin.

Artists worship madness, intellectuals shout freedom, fools live in absurdity, smart people make a fortune, the chaos of Gotham has bred countless completely different souls, and nowhere has people been so different.

When this temperament began to be gradually recognized by people, the image of Gotham also changed from the evil capital of human depravity to the root of evil with a hint of divinity and mystery.

It's hard to say that this is a good change, but at least it has changed.

This change in external image has also brought about other changes. For example, the telephones of Gotham University’s admissions counseling office began to ring non-stop. Some young people who pursue rebellion and novelty began to include Gotham University in the list of schools they applied for. list.

But the teachers at Gotham University didn't have much time to answer questions. Of course, the freezing of Gotham also affected the teaching facilities of Gotham University, mainly because of the cracking of the road surface, which caused a lot of headaches.

Due to large cracks in the square and the playground in the school, students were unable to move around, and the teaching building became dilapidated overnight due to damaged foundations, and no one dared to go there. Staff come to help, teachers and students can only do it themselves.

Almost all the pre-Easter event arrangements were cancelled. The restaurant building collapsed at one corner, so there was no need to organize any dinner parties. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about Easter. At this time, everyone was concentrating on rebuilding the campus.

Schiller led several students quickly through the corridor ~IndoMTL.com~ to the door of the big classroom. After pushing the door open, the students saw him and hurriedly shouted: "Professor! Here! We I can't hold him anymore!"

Schiller walked over, and several students pressed a boy who was struggling crazily. He kept waving his arms and shouting, foaming at the mouth and twitching, like a mental illness attack.

Schiller said: "Conquer him first, then carry him to the car and take him to the hospital."

After Schiller followed the car to Arkham Mental Hospital, before he could go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment, another call came. Victor said over there: "Another person in Building 2 of the dormitory area is ill. It seems to be a sophomore girl, what is going on?"

"It may be the aftereffect of being exposed to the rain. I must conduct a detailed examination. If there is another case, you will be sent directly to the hospital."

After Schiller hung up the phone, he came to the boy's ward. Through the observation window, he saw the boy hiding on the side of the bed with a face full of fear, shouting nonsense syllables non-stop, Schiller shook his head and said in a low voice, "There's something wrong with this symptom..."

He called Victor and said, "Have these students been exposed to anything lately?"

"Didn't you say it was raining..."

"This symptom is not the same as being in the rain. Although they both have convulsions and hyperactivity, the details are somewhat different."

"What have you been in contact with..." Victor over there was very puzzled, and he said, "Let me help you ask, these two students are not in the same class... Oh! Wait! What did you say? Damn it... Another person is sick! Where is he? Take me there..."

Then Victor said to the other end of the phone while running: "Another student is sick, and I will tell you when I find something in common..."