Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

The good thing about Gotham is that it respects everyone's personal privacy and mental state.

……

Lucien found another manhole cover, opened it, and crawled in.

The slippery well walls, the stench rising from the bottom, the rusty stairs, and the moss growing in the corners.

Lucien turned on the flashlight, held it in his mouth, and slowly approached the water surface.

He stretched out his long-handled umbrella to test the depth of the water, then stepped in.

"There should be some traffic here... Shouldn't there be ground underneath normally?"

A long-handled umbrella was leading the way, and a strong flashlight illuminated the area. Some suspicious-looking objects were floating on the water.

Lucian waded slowly and walked towards the blocked area first, but unfortunately, after walking more than a hundred meters, the water level reached his calves, so he had to give up.

"This is the direction of the traffic jam just now. Let me think about it. It's probably the intersection of Crime Alley and Boulevard Boulevard... I'll go check it out on the ground when I have time."

Then he turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Generally speaking, the sewer has a sunken area in the middle for water flow, with platforms on both sides to facilitate cleaning. Blockage will cause the platforms to be flooded, and even water may seep out of the homes of residents whose drains are close to that direction.

As we gradually moved away, the water level dropped and the platform gradually emerged from the water. When we stepped on it with rain boots, there was no longer a "clattering" sound.

"The corresponding time now would be the 20s... sewer dwellers hadn't yet emerged."

"The list of people I could encounter is probably this," Lucian calculated. "The Court of Owls living in the sewers, the Assassins' League who are said to have infiltrated Gotham through the sewers, Solomon Grundy, a supernatural being whose origins lie in the sewers... Then there's the illegal drug factories, the mafia exchanges, the smuggling of anything, the destruction of stolen goods... I might even come across a corpse, by the way."

He looked back at the clogged sewer: "Could it be that the blockage is caused by the accumulation of corpses?"

Considering the quality and living habits of Gotham people, it is not impossible.

----

Lucian climbed out of the sewer with nothing.

Several drug deals, several underground casinos, and a person who had been dismembered and turned to bones at some unknown time.

Lucien was kind enough to use the umbrella to push the body parts into the sewer and watched it wash away bit by bit.

He pushed open the door of the hotel and slapped a hundred-dollar bill next to the woman. When the woman raised her eyebrows and was about to give him a revolver, Lucien spoke:

"My request is that my neighbor, my neighbor's neighbor, and the room across from me all share the same room! Don't get in heat so damn late at night!"

Chapter 58 Someone told me to write pornographic stories about daily life

Lucian squatted at the door and saw with his own eyes that the people living next door to him, next door to him, and across from him were all the same person, so he returned to the room with peace of mind.

The woman sitting behind the counter shook her head slightly: "Innocent child..."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Lucien heard a sound from the room on his left while he was half asleep.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Lucien heard a sound from the room on the right while drowsily.

At one o'clock in the morning, Lucien heard a sound from the opposite room in a daze.

Just when Lucien thought everything was over at two o'clock in the morning, he heard a noise upstairs.

Unbearable!

Lucian sat up suddenly, picked up the revolver beside his pillow, fired at the ceiling, and raised his middle finger:

"Bang bang bang-"

"Damn it, you're still quiet in the middle of the night, you wimp!"

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"Okay, dear, the ceiling repair will be two hundred dollars." The woman supported her chin and stretched out her hand with a smile.

Lucien sighed, pulled out two hundred dollars and pushed them in front of her: "Ma'am."

"Winifred Lyman." Winifred raised her eyebrows.

"Ms. Lyman..."

"Call me Winifred," said Winifred.

"Okay..." Lucien compromised: "Ms. Winifred, please listen to me."

The skinny middle-aged woman nodded with satisfaction and gestured for her to continue.

"How can I rent or live in a house with good enough soundproofing?"

"Perhaps you could sleep in my bed?"

“Actually, I’m not this…”

"Do you think I'm not young enough?"

"Do not……"

"Why not? I guarantee that my room is absolutely soundproof and you can have a wonderful sleep in my bed."

Lucien raised his hands in surrender: "Ma'am..." He was interrupted.

"Call me Winifred."

"...Ms. Winifred, that's not what I meant."

Winifred smiled and took out a newspaper, pointing her index finger at the portrait on it: "Mr. Wanted Criminal, you have no choice."

That was a reward for the murder of the Waynes.

It seems that this future Mr. Batman has really good instant memory and language expression. Lucian can even recognize himself by looking at the portrait above.

"This gentleman does look a bit like me, but what are you referring to, ma'am?" Lucien leaned over the counter, tilting his head slightly.

"Call me Winifred."

"So what are you referring to, Ms. Winifred?"

Winifred scratched the lines of annotations with her index fingernail. "Nearly two meters tall, weighing less than 170 pounds, you have no idea how conspicuous you are... Oh, and this unique description... Green, like painted eyes with pupils that don't dilate."

She raised her eyes, looked at Lucien, and smiled: "You don't need to be nervous. One hundred million dollars is not enough to tempt me, and the gratitude of Wayne Manor cannot move me."

Lucien looked at the woman. Although he wasn't nervous about it, he still raised an eyebrow: "So what you mean is..."

"I still mean the same thing, Mr. Wanted Criminal, sleep in my room..." Winifred blinked her beautiful blue eyes, reminding Lucien of Julie.

Perhaps if this lady were 20 or 30 years younger she would look similar to Jolie.

Lucien calculated the time. If this lady gave birth to a daughter now, she would be the same age as Julie when she started laughing wildly.

...She also lives in Crime Alley. Could this really be Julie's mother?

Lucian's expression turned a little strange, but Winifred took this strangeness as dissatisfaction. However, she was not angry and smiled gently:

"Perhaps giving it to an elder for the first time will give you a wonderful first experience... You know, I have a lot of experience."

Lucian looked at Winifred's inviting intimacy and smiled: "... Although I really want to spend the night with you, unfortunately, ma'am, I like people of the same sex."

Lucian doesn't like homosexuals, but it doesn't matter. He can show his different sexual orientations according to the situation. If necessary, he is willing to say that he is Narcissus.

"Oh...you're such a spoilsport." Winifred's face darkened. She tapped the newspaper on the table with her knuckles and threatened, "What if I say...I have to?"

Lucien smiled, his brows relaxed, and he spread his hands, looking gentle and harmless: "Of course I will listen to you, Ms. Winifred."

Winifred resumed her intimacy. She pushed open the cabinet door, stepped forward, took his arm, and tilted her head slightly: "Let's go."

Lucien followed her into a room, but raised his hand to stop Winifred as she opened the door.

"What? Do you regret it?" Winifred raised her eyebrows.

"Ms. Winifred." Lucien smiled. "I'm sure you didn't bring me here to take me to bed, and this isn't your room."

Winifred was calm and collected. "What do you mean?"

"Remember the small room where you brought me clothes? There was a bed there... The location seemed more suitable for 'entertaining' guests at night." Lucian looked at Winifred, who wanted to explain something, and shook his finger:

"Of course, you might also find that place too small, but it's also possible that you want to lure me here...definitely not to have sex."

"...The reason is your age. I think you're close to fifty now, and you're not far from menopause yet... You're really not at the age to be pursuing sexual pleasure."

"Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you also have another profession - a prostitute, right?"

In a streetside hotel catering to the poor, an old woman works as a receptionist - she is a cheap prostitute tailor-made for the poor.

Winifred just smiled, the loose skin on her neck wrapped around her sinews, and a beautiful twinkle in her blue eyes.

"It seems I guessed right." Lucian's eyes shifted to the wooden door. "As for what's behind the door, if it's not the police... Oh, it definitely can't be the police. The police won't let you cooperate like this. I understand Gotham."

"There's a gang behind the door. Let me think... If I didn't accidentally break some taboo in the sewer yesterday, then I must have offended someone in the past three months..."

Lucian put his hand on the doorknob. "But I don't think so... If it were, it would be more profitable to reveal my whereabouts and let the police arrest me."

He pressed the handle and said to Winifred before pushing the door open, "Thank you, Ms. Winifred, for satisfying my desire to be Sherlock Holmes for a while."

"Beautiful lady, I wish you good health forever."

Lucian opened the door and saw the scene in the room:

——Someone he didn't expect.

Chapter 59: You're the one who puts the blame on me, right? Owl!

The clothes have a wing-like texture and the head has a mask that imitates an owl's beak.

This is the representative costume of Talon of the Court of Owls.

Lucien closed the door and raised an eyebrow - here came the evidence that the Court of Owls was taking the blame.

"What's up, this strangely dressed cosplayer?" he asked with a smile.

The cold voice of the claw came from behind the mask: "You betrayed the court."

Lucien:?

He narrowed his eyes.

……

After arriving in this world, Lucian had three months of amnesia, and the Flash also lost his perception of the outside world - in short, the first thing they did when they opened their eyes was to kill the Waynes - the kind-hearted fool Flash thought it was Lucian who blocked him.