Me and countless me.

Chapter 638 The Book of the Dead of Gotham

Li Ke was unaware of Miss Quezel's change. If he had known, he probably would have changed his mind about Miss Quezel, believing she was merely an accomplice of the Joker.

Because in some ways, she's way crazier than the Joker.

The Joker's level of recklessness often depends on Batman's level of madness and ability; in fact, without Batman, the Joker might even take on tasks like maintaining order.

But Quezel is simply pursuing chaos and indulgence, and such a person is far more dangerous than the Joker.

However, after Li Ke complained a little, his mood improved considerably, and Dr. Quezel's beauty also made him feel quite good.

Therefore, when he arrived at his own company and saw several employees trying to kidnap him for ransom, he didn't turn into Batman and kill them all. Instead, he simply called the police and sent them to the capitalists' private prison, which was the end of it.

Yes, private prisons, where prisoners must perform various forms of labor and endure the misappropriation of federal funds.

Moreover, due to the abuse of the law, many prisoners were admitted in bizarre ways. So, incidentally, Li Ke also bribed one of the police officers to allow him to talk to some random prisoners in order to get money.

After all, the real world is always much more magical and illogical than the world of imagination, which is also the best source of inspiration for writers.

Because Li Ke paid quickly, the first lucky person appeared in front of Li Ke very quickly. He was a man with lifeless eyes, about thirty years old, with a burly face and his body covered with prison tattoos. Li Ke only had to glance at him to know that he had been involved in at least one prison gang.

"Who are you? Why are you visiting me? I shouldn't have anyone coming back to visit me anymore."

The man was somewhat confused, but he still sat down in front of Li Ke, glancing around nervously. Li Ke, however, saw longing in his eyes.

So he couldn't help but ask.

"From what you're saying, you have no family left?"

The 30-year-old prisoner immediately spoke excitedly.

"Of course I have them. I have a dad, a mom, a little sister, my own room, and a little dog..."

A puppy?
Li Ke thought the man's knowledge level might not be very high, but immediately, the man spoke excitedly.

“But they’ve never come! Not once since I came in when I was eight! The guards said they’re not allowed to visit me because my father put a cigarette in my mouth, so he has to wait until I’m released to see me again. So if you ever come in and want someone to help you, go to 36 Donald Street, a small house with an attic, and ask if they remember me or if my dog ​​is still there.”

He was very excited, but Li Ke looked astonished.

"You came here when you were eight years old?"

The man nodded.

"Yes, I was sent to do hard labor by the neighborhood court for smoking illegally, which violated juvenile laws... That's not important, so could you please ask them to make sure they don't forget to send me bail next year, otherwise I'll be locked up for another year for not paying bail!"

Li Ke remained silent for a moment. He remembered clearly that Donald Street had long since disappeared, so he took out his phone, entered the man's surname and Donald Street, and sure enough, a robbery and a tragedy of an entire family being wiped out appeared.

Li Ke silently pressed his phone against the glass wall of the viewing area. The victim's photo instantly made the man's skin turn red. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something unprecedentedly vulgar, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just sat there helplessly, his eyes empty and lifeless.

After a long while, he finally sighed.

"If I had known this twenty years ago, I should have left with the others by digging tunnels or something."

Seeing him like this, Li Ke felt sorry for him. After all, he had survived alone in Gotham prison since he was eight years old and hadn't died yet, which was nothing short of legendary. She didn't want him to die because of her, so she took out a business card and handed it to him.

"You can come to this place later. I plan to do some big things here. If you have nowhere to go after you get out, you can come here."

He plans to form a security team, or rather a mercenary team, in this dangerous world, specifically to provide security for his own company, his clients, or to deal with gangs.

As for the idea of ​​going head-to-head with superhumans, he hadn't even considered it. After all, no matter how many humans there are, they are nothing compared to superhumans.

The man took the business card, glanced at Li Ke, and finally nodded.

"it is good."

He said nothing, nor did he accuse Li Ke of shattering his last hope of returning to a 'normal' life. This man, who had lived in Gotham prison since he was eight years old, had long understood that a normal life did not exist in Gotham.

At least he no longer exists.

"next."

Li Ke looked at the second person, a burly man who didn't seem very bright. When the man sat down, he nodded politely to Li Ke, and Li Ke didn't stand on ceremony and spoke directly.

"What's your story? Or how did you get in? If you're willing to tell me, I can give you some things and money."

The burly man, who didn't look very bright, scratched his head and then spoke directly.

“I don’t have much of a story. I was mowing the lawn for my neighbor’s wife and then I was sentenced to twenty years in prison for vandalism. If you could, could you check on Mrs. Tares from the orphanage? She took good care of me back then…”

Li Ke knew something was wrong as soon as she heard about the orphanage, so she didn't have time to complain that the other party was sentenced to twenty years for just cleaning the neighbor's lawn, which seemed a bit excessive. Instead, she silently picked up her phone and showed it to the other party.

Those are pictures of the orphanage being destroyed.

Like the previous burly man, the other man remained silent for a long time before finally nodding to Li Ke, just as the other man had done.

"I will repay you."

That's what he said, and Li Ke then welcomed his third criminal.

"What crime have you been charged with?"

Li Ke got straight to the point this time, and the other party answered immediately.

"Robbery and murder, and incidentally killing the victim's entire family. It's just a bit of a pity that their blood wasn't good enough to drink."

Upon hearing this, Li Ke raised her head and saw a ferocious criminal, and couldn't help but ask.

"How many years were you sentenced to?"

"How many years?" The criminal looked puzzled.

"I was only sentenced to three months, plus a week of community service. Was my sentence really that severe?"

His expression conveyed an air of self-righteousness, while Li Ke remained silent for a moment, then silently exhausted his power of belief, took out a black notebook from his pocket with the words "Death Note" written on it, and asked with a smile.

"What is your name? I have an application for a free lawyer. Can we register it for you? It might reduce your sentence."

The criminal smiled indifferently.

"Joe Gray. I really don't know what you bastards were thinking when you started this fight, it's ridiculous."

After saying that, the criminal stood up, completely unaware that Li Ke had written his name in the notebook.

Li Ke, meanwhile, was writing on it earnestly.

"Joe Gray died a day later in a prison brawl."

After Li Ke finished writing, he instantly felt that the air in the world had become much better. Of course, the Book of the Dead that he materialized did not have the abilities of the original props, since he had not yet drawn the comic.

But everything he saw today made him decide that it would be better to have another 'god' in Gotham!

But before that, he wouldn't mind writing a few more names in this notebook!
then--

"Hmm, the author of The Boys has drawn a new comic?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he looked at the comic book handed to him by the butler, Alfred. He then fell into deep thought as he looked at the words 'Web Notes' written on it.

He thought Li Ke's depiction of the Black Robe Boys was excellent, capturing the arrogance of superhumans and those with superhuman power and wealth, as well as the depravity of humanity. That's why he instructed Afu to keep an eye out for the other's work; just looking at this cover, he sensed something was amiss.

"Are ordinary cartoonists this prolific? It's as if he can conjure up original manuscripts out of thin air."

Gotham's playboy made a comment and then opened the comic book.

The story of the Book of the Dead is very simple: an arrogant and righteous high school student gets his hands on a notebook that records the deaths of those he writes about. He then goes around writing about dead people and eventually wants to become the god of a new world. However, because he disregards life and others, his weakness is discovered, and he is killed.

So after reading the comic, Bruce's brow furrowed deeply.

"Was this an uncontrolled manifestation of an ordinary person suddenly gaining extraordinary power? Would I be like that too? And can extraordinary power also be categorized as something like intelligence or height... No, things that clearly have an owner don't fall into those categories."

Bruce rubbed his temples. He felt that the author had given him a new perspective, a very interesting one: what would someone who suddenly gains superhuman powers do?

"It seems that unless you can understand the source and principle of this power and obtain it yourself, then this power is not something that belongs to you at all."

However, looking at that book of death that listed whoever died, and thinking about its various limitations and the so-called battle of wits, Bruce found it all laughable.

Although the plot is quite well-written, the intelligence and knowledge of the boy named Yagami Light are clearly inadequate; if he were to use it...

Thinking of this, Bruce suddenly shivered, subconsciously threw away the comic book in his hand, and took two deep breaths to calm himself down.

Because almost instantly, he figured out how to use the Book of the Dead without being discovered by others, or even how to exploit some of its loopholes.

However, he quickly dismissed these dangerous thoughts because Bruce realized that he had just put himself in Light Yagami's shoes, rather than thinking from the perspective of an ordinary person, Batman.

"But this is also a very interesting perspective... Afu."

Bruce looked at his butler. He was becoming increasingly interested in the author of this comic. If it were just a book about the dead, he would think the author was just a whiny fool. But with the addition of the Boys, it proved that the author was a wise man with his own independent thinking.

After all, few authors can look at and describe problems from different perspectives, and do so with such insightful clarity.

He was genuinely interested in the other person.

Afu also rushed over, but his face was full of worry.

"What is it, young master?"

Bruce waved the comic book in his hand.

"Help me investigate this Li Ke. I need to contact him using Bruce's identity."

His words left Afu breathless, prompting the old man to speak up.

"Excuse my bluntness, young master, Bruce is your true identity. That bat freak is dead, and you should have recovered by now."

At this point, Bruce fell silent. He clenched his fists and thought of the nightmare who called himself Batman. He always had a feeling that the other person was not dead, so he kept telling Alfred that he would imitate the other person to attract him and get Alfred to help him act as Batman.

But now it seems I have indeed begun to neglect my identity as Bruce, especially recently...

“This is a flaw, I understand, Alfred. I will use Bruce’s identity more often.”

Bruce spoke firmly, causing Afu to sigh as he looked at his young master. So the somewhat angry old man spoke directly to him.

“Of course, young master, but you know you haven’t acted as Bruce enough, so…”

He glanced at his watch and gave a helpless look.

"Based on your recent schedule, you won't be able to meet with the other party for at least another month."

Bruce knew this was Alfred expressing his dissatisfaction, but he didn't think there was any need to rush to read the so-called Book of the Dead. It was more important for him to find the mastermind behind the gang as Bruce, so he nodded.

"it is good."

However, just a month later, as Bruce was about to go see Li Ke, a bat's shadow flew by in the sky, and Bruce froze instantly. He then quickly realized what was happening.

There was a black notebook in his arms!
(End of this chapter)