Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 71 I am kind
  It’s hard to believe that in a place like Gotham City, where just hearing the name can make people feel depressing, there can be ‘good people’ there.

Mrs. Tiffany is probably such a person.

Treat people gently and be generous. He would take out the change from his bag when he passed by a beggar, and he would often volunteer at charity organizations.

Not only were the old lady’s neighbors full of praise for her, but even the previous mayor of Gotham City personally awarded Mrs. Tiffany the Honorary Citizen Medal.

The resume of this old man who is over 60 years old is also a breath of fresh air in Gotham City.

She moved her family to Gotham City when she was young and experienced one of the darkest periods in this notorious city.

But this still did not change her heart. Since she was in her twenties, she has worked in an orphanage called Angel House, serving as a nanny and chef.

With that meager salary, I worked for more than thirty years.

Until the closure of the Angel House Welfare Home, Mrs. Tiffany did not give up and continued to do those good deeds.

She used the money she saved to open a restaurant without a sign, serving people who were frustrated and hungry for free.

Carbs, protein, fiber—even super filling.

Mrs. Tiffany put down the kitchen curtain and began to work hard.

Terry held an umbrella and pushed open the glass door of the unknown restaurant.

He opened his mouth and let out a breath of white air. The tip of his nose was a little red from the cold. He shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the water droplets on his hair.

Mrs. Tiffany is indeed a careful person.

She looked hard at Terry's face, seemingly a little confused.

Terry picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of paste, blew on it, and then put it in his mouth.

"call--"

It was drizzling outside, and the gloomy dark clouds seemed to be pressing straight to the ground.

She had never seen many Orientals in her life. Apart from the black hair and black eyes, she couldn't even tell the difference between the facial features of Orientals and pure-blood ancient Romans.

"Oh."

‘He’s an Oriental, maybe he came here as a tourist. ’

There is a medium-sized bowl on top, which contains a beige paste made from peas and corn flour, and there is a plate next to it with a fried egg and two pieces of lettuce.

Mrs. Tiffany thought.

"Hello, young man, what would you like to eat?"

It can even be said that even the newly minted gangsters in Gotham City who are eager to find a weak person to bully to prove themselves will never set their sights on Mrs. Tiffany.

After a while, the old lady came out with another tray.

Mrs. Tiffany opened the curtain in the kitchen. Her back was already a little stooped, and the boundary between the whites of her eyes and the pale yellow pupils was somewhat unclear due to the turbidity of old age.

Terry leaned the rain-stained long-handled umbrella against the corner of the table, bent down and pulled the chair, sat down, and said in a very loud voice: "Just get something to eat, I'm very hungry."

Although Terry was thin, his energy and spirit did not look like the kind of person who had been hungry for several days.

"Then wait a moment."

The taste is similar to what I remember. Mrs. Tiffany actually knows very few dishes, and the upper limit for improvement of this kind of paste is not very high.

But it's still tastier than the spoiled food snatched from under rats and cockroaches in the garbage dump.

Just as Terry was savoring the rare taste of childhood, a second customer walked over in the drizzle.

Terry was busy eating and had no intention of looking back, while Mrs. Tiffany was wiping the table and looked up.

He is a young man with blue eyes, and even though her eyesight is very poor, she can still tell that the other person is a man with extremely outstanding appearance.

Mrs. Tiffany was a little confused.

She usually comes here with people who are very low energy due to excessive hunger, because everyone knows her and what this store does.

But why did two people with very different temperaments come in today?
  Dick waved his hand at Mrs. Tiffany, indicating that he was not here to eat.

Then he walked over to Terry and sat down opposite him with complicated eyes, looking at him with a troubled expression.

Terry swallowed a mouthful of mush, then put on his fork and forked a piece of lettuce leaf, glanced at Dick: "Tell me what you want to say, she already has some signs of Alzheimer's disease, and Mrs. Tiffany was a little deaf when she was young. "

"Aren't you?" Dick looked at Terry with a hard look, seemingly in disbelief: "I have probably analyzed your possible revenge list, but I really don't think you will come here..."

Dick pursed his lips to the side behind him and lowered his voice again: "Are you really not even going to let this old man go?"

"Yes, and you're here anyway? It seems like your intuition as a detective is also very good."

Terry swallowed the last bite of the paste with a lettuce leaf and began to play with the eggs on the plate.

"The charges have been laid, Silent One."

"Oh my God!"

Dick muttered, and then fell into silence briefly.

After a while, he hesitated and spoke again.

"Mrs. Tiffany has done good things in her life..."

"That has nothing to do with me. The only bad thing she did in her life was on my head, so revenge is necessary and meaningful to me."

"But in such a big environment, if she had reported the welfare home at that time, let alone the question of whether it could be successful, even if it was successful, the director of the welfare home would be sued and dismissed, and the welfare home would not be able to continue to operate, then 20 people in the welfare home that year would be Many orphans..."

"Tsk."

Terry took a bite of fried eggs, suddenly laughed, and his shoulders twitched twice.

"Of the twenty or so orphans you mentioned back then, I had to find at least seventeen of them. They are not innocent to me, Dick."

Dick was choked and paused for a few seconds, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Most of them are now married, with children and wives."

"Should I pick a time when they are traveling independently, or fake an accident while they are out?"

Terry also seemed a little troubled: "It's really boring to carve the word 'bully' on the skin of a dozen people. I don't like to do repetitive and boring things."

He winked at Dick: "How about you help me? I'm serious, your character and personality meet my criteria for selecting friends."

"I can't talk to you!"

Dick was furious: "Can you please let the good gentleman out that day and tell me about it - also, does the other person in your body know about your killing method?"

Terry put down his knife and fork. He had finished the eggs and was staring at Dick seriously.

Dick was a little confused, and then he immediately became nervous. He remembered that the person opposite him was a master who would take action if he disagreed, so his muscles had begun to tighten, and he was always on guard against Terry suddenly pulling out a knife from somewhere. The possibility of just rushing to the kitchen.

The two of them faced off like this for half a minute, and then Terry took out a tissue and wiped his lips, which were not actually stained with much oil.

The paper towels were balled up and thrown into the trash can.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about me, Dick."

"I am not a murderous person, and the revenge I am talking about is not just killing."

"Mrs. Tiffany was actually the only one who treated me well back then, except for choosing silence when I really needed it most... So I don't plan to kill her, I will only cut her vocal cords."

"I have a good grasp of human physiology. I won't carve words on Mrs. Tiffany's skin after cutting off her vocal cords. I'll just smear it with blood to mean something meaningful."

"As for those bullies back then, I would break their limbs, except for one or two of them who really wanted to kill - you see, am I very merciful?"

"Finally, the guy you mentioned, we have nicknames for each other. I'm Black, and that guy's name is Bai. He's not on duty today."

After saying that, Terry stood up.

Dick stood up almost as if reacting to stress, but he saw Terry put down some scattered banknotes and then turned and walked towards the door.

Dick was stunned for a moment and quickly chased after him: "I thought you were going to take action?"

"Not today. I have some important goals that I need to prioritize in the near future. In fact, today I just came here to reminisce about a rare and comfortable childhood."

The two walked side by side into the drizzle, but as soon as they took a few steps, Mrs. Tiffany chased them out, shouting anxiously.

"Your umbrella."

Terry smiled, took the long-handled umbrella from the dull old man's hand, and then pressed Mrs. Tiffany's forehead affectionately, with a voice so gentle that Dick's eyes were in a trance.

"Thank you, I will come to visit you again, Mrs. Tiffany."

(End of this chapter)