American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 106 The Bizarre Eve of Halloween

"An unlucky one."

Dio glanced at Is's corpse and calmly shook the water off his hands.

The descendants of exorcists have become homeless children, and with a nonsensical magic book, they summon a dog demon.

I didn't feel anything strange at all.

This is Gotham, after all.

Dio turned his gaze away and looked at Tabitha, who was walking in from outside the door: "Tabitha, I'm very disappointed in you."

"Not just anyone can kill a dog demon with their fists! Neither can I!"

Tabitha looked indignant.

The blond boy in front of them had no idea what he had done!

This kind of demon must be exorcised with holy water or sacred objects; it's useless to use things like the screaming beetle that the demon hates.

The blond boy's brutal, hand-to-hand combat actually drove away a canine demon.

This is absolutely not normal!!!

"You're probably the first person in the world to drive away a demon with your fists!"

"Do you think a few words of flattery will make me feel better?"

Dior gave her a cold glance.

To be honest, he was originally going back to the manor to get some rest, but then...

You have to understand, after four days of hard fighting, he barely slept at all.

If it weren't for the Stand user's strong mental fortitude and resilient body, he would have died suddenly long ago.

"You have no idea what I gave up to save you."

Dior could already imagine it.

Upon entering, the manor's underfloor heating and air curtain will activate simultaneously, keeping out the damp, cold winds of Gotham.

There will be a cup of 40-degree Wuyi Mountain black tea and some nuts on the table.

The bathroom will be filled with hot water, and special essential oils and aromatherapy will allow your body to relax perfectly.

After showering, you'll arrive at the restaurant, where you'll find a short rib that has been slow-cooked for 24 hours at a low temperature, served with black truffle mashed potatoes and roasted Brussels sprouts.

A porcini mushroom floats on top of a bowl of clear beef bone soup.

The dessert was a small cup of 70% dark chocolate mousse, sprinkled with sea salt and chopped hazelnuts.

Now, his precious time to relax has been ruined by a woman and the trouble she's caused.

Dio had previously thought Tabitha would be of some use, but now...

That's questionable.

"Clean up this mess, Tabitha."

He walked up to Tabitha, looked up slightly to meet her eyes, and said, "I don't want anyone to disturb my rest during this time, do you understand?"

Tabitha bit her lower lip, meeting that unquestionable gaze, and lowered her noble head: "6"

..knew."

"That's good."

A hint of disdain flashed in Dior's eyes as he quickly left the flea market.

Compared to this woman who only causes trouble, Bruce is definitely more interesting.

He hailed a taxi, told the driver he wanted to go to Wayne Manor, and then leaned back in his seat for a short nap.

As time went on, the taxi slowed down more and more, and the surrounding environment became increasingly noisy.

Dio opened his eyes and found the taxi stuck in traffic on the highway.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, there's a bunch of people up ahead who seem to be fighting over something."

Dior wanted to ask the driver to take a detour, but the traffic jam didn't budge.

He glanced at his watch, sighed, and waited for a while, but the car hadn't moved even a parking space's distance.

That's all for now.

Dior paid and got out of the car, pulled his jacket tighter around himself, and walked toward the edge of the crowd, trying to find a gap to squeeze through.

The crowd ahead grew increasingly noisy, a dense mass, like a flock of fledglings waiting to be fed.

This unusual sight wouldn't happen in Gotham; it's too abnormal.

Is someone distributing something unhealthy?

Dior rudely pushed through the crowd, only to find that everyone was picking up money.

"You're finding money!!"

"Some idiot threw money away!!!"

"Don't try to take it from me! You bunch of people!!!"

Finding money is fine.

This is not the most critical.

He looked up and saw the sign for Gotham International Savings Bank.

Looking at the US dollars being frantically snatched up in front of him, Dior had to accept a fact.

Another group of robbers robbed the bank but did not flee immediately; instead, they scattered the stolen money around.

"Gotham is getting weirder and weirder."

Thinking about it carefully, everything that happened today is particularly unbelievable.

A homeless child with exorcist ancestors summons a dog demon using an ancestral magic book.

A group of robbers who could precisely control the timing of their bank robbery ended up giving away the stolen money to someone else.

Today is still the day the Order of St. Dumas sacrifices the Son of Gotham.

All the strange things seemed to happen on the same day.

This is so new!

A moment later, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

The convoy pulled over to the side of the road, and two familiar faces, Harvey Block and Jim Gordon, got out of the lead car.

"Harvey?"

Didn't he resign?

Could it be...?

Dior frowned, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

"Hey, Harvey."

Jim also spotted Dior standing out from the crowd.

There's no other reason than that her temperament is simply too unique.

If Dior's style used to be like a poison coated in honey, dangerous yet alluring.

Now, Dior's mere presence makes people feel uncomfortable.

It was as if some non-human creature had infiltrated the crowd.

"Don't you think that kid has changed a lot?"

Gordon said in a low voice.

"Is there?"

Harvey looked Dio up and down, then stroked his chin and said slowly, "He seems to have grown taller."

"It's pointless to talk to you about it."

Gordon rolled his eyes and walked straight up to Dio. "Hey kid, what's this got to do with you?"

Before Dio could answer, Gordon launched into a three-pronged attack: "Did you kill someone again? Or commit another crime? Or do something unhealthy again?"

Upon hearing this, Dior's lips twitched. Was his image really that bad?

Why do you immediately ask yourself if you've killed someone?

"You think I enjoy killing? Watch out, Detective Gordon, or I'll get you sued."

He paused for a moment after saying that, realizing that he had actually killed someone again today.

"you..."

Gordon's eyes widened. If he couldn't see the problem with this reaction, he might as well quit being a policeman.

"Hehehe, relax, buddy, it's nothing serious."

Harvey quickly came over, winking wildly at Dio, and then changed the subject: "We're here today to investigate a case, a bank robbery case, not to get bogged down in self-defense."

Gordon raised an eyebrow, knowing he couldn't find anything wrong with the blond boy in front of him, and simply snorted.

"Hey! What's going on here! What are you all doing gathered here?"

The Black man whose name was called looked up, saw it was a police officer, and initially scoffed. But upon seeing the large number of police cars, he immediately put on a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile: "Sir! What is it? I'll cooperate fully!"

"What exactly happened?" Gordon asked.

Dior also quietly came over, quite curious about what had happened.

"A group of robbers went out and scattered money at the gate. The leader was wearing a red hood."

"The Red Hood?"

Jason Todd?

No, he wasn't even born yet.

So it's the Red Hood gang?

A mysterious and legendary gang has been born in Gotham today?

What's wrong with me today?

All sorts of strange things happened on this day?

Dior glanced at the date on his phone: October 31st.

Is today the eve of Samhain?