The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 441 Metropolis Suspicion (End)
The blizzard in Gotham has just stopped, and the weather has warmed up a bit, so the snow is melting, but the weather of melting snow is even more freezing, coupled with icy roads, most people choose to stay at home.

In other cities, at this time, all the logistics must have stopped, but the truck drivers in Gotham are always undaunted by difficulties and obstacles. When the weather is better, they will return to work.

However, not all truck drivers are able to go on the road now, and some of them can only go out of business at home due to various reasons, including Jack.

The reason why he couldn't work on the road was very simple. The car accident at the center turntable not only affected Schiller and the Bruce family, but also affected Jack.

He wasn't in the center of the turntable, but was waiting for the signal light at one of the forks. When the green light that shouldn't be on came on, Jack stepped on the gas pedal without thinking, and rushed out.

In fact, he also knew that it was not a real green light at all, but how could he miss the opportunity to play with bumper cars so blatantly?

But there is a price to be paid for playing bumper cars. The truck he was driving broke down and it will not be repaired in a while, so he can only stay at home.

In the attic of an apartment on Elizabeth Street in the East End, the heater made of oil barrels had been gradually extinguished, and the cold wind was blowing in through the window. Immersed in dreamland.

In his dream, he was playing in a super large playground, where there were items such as carousel bats, bat bumper cars, bat houses, and bat cave adventures.

Jack was sitting on the rotating wooden bat, holding the vertical pole of the bat's head with both hands, staring wide-eyed, looking around and smiling, suddenly, the equipment stopped, and a voice appeared in the playground broadcast:

"Please Jack to the information desk, someone is looking for you, please Jack to the information desk, someone is looking for you, repeat..."

Jack knocked hard on the wooden bat on the bottom. Suddenly, a red light came on at the ticket window. Jack grabbed the wooden pole with both hands and said, "I haven't finished 10 laps! You can't let me go, I paid for the ticket." !"

But soon, he was still kicked out, so he could only walk along the stone brick road of the amusement park dejectedly.

He passed an amusement park store that sold all kinds of bat dolls and bat lollipops, as well as drinks with bat images on them.

Seeing the store, Jack rushed over suddenly, compared the shape of a gun with his finger, pointed to the empty counter and said: "Hurry up! Hand over all the bats! Yes! Put your head in your hands and turn your back ..."

Then he slowly put his hands down, rushed into the store shelves with big strides, and snatched several bat dolls. Before leaving, he went to the counter to grab a handful of bat lollipops. Tripped over a shelf that he had knocked over.

After leaving the store, he looked left and right with mischievous eyebrows, smiled happily, then hurriedly opened a lollipop, put it in his mouth, showed a happy smile, and walked leisurely towards the service counter .

The service desk is in the lobby of a building. The appearance of that building is a bat that is about to take off. Jack walked into the mouth of the black bat, but it seemed like he was going home.

In the hall, there are quite a few claw machines and vending machines, flashing lights of various colors. Jack looked left and right, looking novel and happy. Among the lights, his green hair was dyed into various colors by the lights. kind of color.

When we arrived at the information desk, there was a figure in a suit waiting in the lounge. After Jack walked in, he said viciously: "You bastard! You made me waste the ticket money once, and I didn't even finish 10 laps!"

The figure turned around, and it was Schiller who came to the clown's dream through the dream world.

His eyes fell on the three chubby bat dolls that Jack was holding in his hands. Jack noticed his gaze, took a step back vigilantly, hugged the three dolls tightly with his arms and said, "What are you doing? I want you to buy it yourself!"

"But I don't have bat coins, where did you get the bat coins to buy these things?"

"I... I met my neighbor. He said his name was Joe. He was a kind man, so he gave me a lot of bat coins." Jack pouted and spoke quickly.

"Okay, would you like to share with me?"

"No!" Jack squeezed the three dolls tightly with his arms until they were slightly deformed, and Schiller immediately said, "You're lying, you don't have bat coins at all, and you didn't buy tickets. You're a fare-evading robber."

"I didn't! I didn't!" Jack shook his head like a drum, whistled while looking at the ceiling, his eyeballs looked up, and kept turning around, as if he couldn't understand what Schiller was saying.

"If you don't have a ticket, you can't enter the amusement park."

"I don't know what you're talking about! Shut up!" Jack yelled loudly, but the surrounding scene gradually faded away until it returned to a vast white space.

With a "bang", the bat doll in his hand disappeared, and Jack looked at the air in his arms with a sense of loss.

But he didn't seem to realize that those dolls were gone, he still hugged his arms tightly, and said in an exaggerated chant: "Oh, my children, my John, Shaq and little Jack, I know you Just went to school..."

"Don't pretend to be crazy." Schiller said with a little disgust: "Your bat is now flying with others in the real world."

Jack's movements stopped slowly, he lowered his arms at a very slow speed, then pouted his mouth, the corners of both mouths curled down fiercely.

"How about the dream just now? It's a gift from me to you. As long as you do me a small favor, I'll recharge you with enough bat coins, and let you play as much as you want at once," Schiller said.

Jack shook his head and said: "This is you successful people, using part of your success to earn money from poor people like us, not only that, but also squeeze our time."

As he spoke, he pouted one corner of his mouth high up. Schiller didn't pay attention to his strange expression. He got himself a chair and sat down, and made a bonfire in front of him. Jack simply sat on it. He landed on the ground, stretched out his hands and started to warm the fire.

There was no sign of madness on his face. On the contrary, when he stared at the jumping flames in a daze, he still showed a philosopher's temperament. He said slowly:

"You know what? I've had a rough winter because so many people are laughing like me."

"I leaned over and listened to what they were laughing at, and what they were saying made me sick."

"They said they made money, they bought a house, they were about to move, and I thought, well, well, you all move out, these sewer rats that disgust me..."

"They don't like me either, I know because I used to be the happiest of them all, no matter what happened, I smiled."

A sad expression suddenly appeared on Jack's face, and he said, "If a clown can't be the one who laughs the most in the crowd, then he is not a good clown."

"A bad clown can't make Batman laugh, that's why he left here, I can't find him anywhere..."

Jack pushed his lower jaw forward, letting his lower lip drive his upper lip upwards, and at the same time his Adam's apple was trembling up and down, just like a child's preparatory action before crying.

Schiller held out his hand and said, "Stop, don't cry."

"Can you listen to me first? Isn't I about to bring you news about the bat? If you don't want to hear it, then I'm leaving now."

Jack let out a "poof" sound from his mouth, stretched out his hand, rubbed his face vigorously, and then looked at Schiller with an expression of expectation, the flames of fire reflected in his eyes, making his eyes The innocence of a child shines in the eyes.

"You should know that he went to the Metropolis, where he met two friends who were very compatible with him, one named Lex and one named Clark."

"Of course, I don't know if he will forget his old friend Jack if he stays there for a while, but I think you can also reunite with him, and he won't mind."

Jack's expectant expression slowly weakened, he curled his lips and said, "Are you going to tell me this?"

He gave a bored expression and said, "Of course I know where he's been and what he's doing there, but it's all so boring,"

He shook his head and said, "Go to a boring banquet, have a boring murder, make a boring reasoning, fight with a group of boring enemies in the extremely boring place of the metropolis..."

"What am I doing there? What's the fun in that? Are you going to make me repeat the whole thing about kidnapping ordinary people to force Batman out? I'm tired of it."

"Are you too picky?" Schiller picked up a piece of firewood, threw the hook and threw it into the bonfire. He sighed helplessly and said, "Well, let me put it another way..."

"Batman went to Metropolis, and he met two people who are suspected to be his best friends or best enemies in the future."

"But now, the relationship between these three people is still unclear. What will happen in the end depends on who will promote this matter..."

Jack's eyes lit up with a "bass". He turned his head and looked straight at Schiller. Schiller didn't look at him, but said:

"I know you want to ask, why don't I do this, I can tell you clearly, I just want to sleep now."

Jack suddenly became excited, the corners of his grinning mouth trembled uncontrollably, he rubbed his hands vigorously, rubbed his arms again, and said: "I can play a villain role, right? "

"Promote the friendship between the three of them, and when one of them betrays Batman, I will kill him, so Batman will be very happy!"

Jack was immersed in his fantasy world. He stared straight at the dancing fire in front of him and saw countless beautiful fantasies.

He saw that he lived in a bat castle, and there was a huge bat amusement park around the castle. Batman beat him with a serious expression on the float in the amusement park, and the crowd around cheered and applauded. Batman finally Laughing...finally...

Jack stared straight at the flames jumping in the bonfire in front of him. The flames gradually weakened. He hurriedly picked up a piece of firewood and added it in, trying to keep the bats. Not as tall as it is today.

In this way, Jack felt that he was flying higher and higher, higher and higher...

Of course, he didn't freeze to death on New Year's Eve like the little match girl, but woke up from the bed in a jerk.

He showed an extremely disappointed expression, was stunned for a while, grabbed his pillow and ravaged it crazily, cursing in a low voice.

Suddenly, he froze again, turned over from the bed, and staggered to the window.

The white snow reflected the light of dawn on his face. In this extremely bright light, he slowly grinned, revealing a longing smile.

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(End of this chapter)