Chapter 1207 The Cry of the Lamb (XIX)

The night on the West Coast is hazy and dreamy. Different from the fast pace of the East Coast, the dim sunset is hidden in the hazy and delicate branches of the trees. The light and shadow of the steel jungle are stretched at a very fast speed. Under the light of the bar, the shadow of the wine glass is as long as the intercontinental railroad.

When the slender hand put down the wine glass, it was with some anger. Lucifer put down the phone with his other hand. He frowned deeply, picked up the wine glass again, and drank the remaining wine.

"What's wrong with Schiller?" He said with some doubts: "It's out of nowhere, and he hung up my phone suddenly..."

Lucifer leaned against the bar counter and tapped the countertop with his fingers. He looked up as if he was looking at something that didn't exist in the air. After a few seconds, he slowly widened his eyes.

"What's going on?!" The surprise in Lucifer's tone became stronger.

"Why is Schiller still... Oh, wait, what's going on? My goodness, that day was just the beginning. Are they both sick? How could it be..."

"Oh my God! Batman! What have you done? You screwed up Schiller's exam and sent him to jail? You're going too far!"

"Hey, wait, so, it was Schiller's other personality who did it?"

"Oh, so Batman guessed it... Right, Schiller always told me before that communication is the best way to solve problems"Wait, why was Schiller sent back again? What on earth is Batman doing...”

Lucifer's expression changed several times, but finally remained in deep confusion.

In fact, it's not Lucifer's fault. It's really hard for ordinary people to understand the series of actions of Schiller and Batman.

In fact, Lucifer is not a person with a strong desire for control. He doesn't have many friends he recognizes. He tries his best to solve the troubles for his friends, but he doesn't interfere with his friends' own opinions, nor does he persuade them too much.

Generally speaking, as long as his friends don't ask him for help, he won't take the initiative to interfere in the other party's affairs, and he will do his best to control them. 's will to help. So, even though he knew Schiller was trapped by Batman, as long as Schiller didn't take the initiative to speak, he would pretend not to know.

But this time Schiller took the initiative to call him and said a few words without a beginning or an end. Lucifer looked forward along the timeline and didn't understand what was going on between Schiller and Batman.

But at least, Lucifer confirmed that Schiller's current situation was not good, and Schiller's call to him was not just to reminisce about the past, he should need help.

But in most cases, Lucifer is a very cautious person. He felt that he needed to think about how to help. He could indeed rush over and beat up Batman, and then rescue Schiller from prison.

But if that were the case, Schiller would not have to say those inexplicable words on the phone. He could just scold Batman. Anyway, Schiller often scolded Batman when they chatted on the phone.

Lucifer carefully recalled what Schiller said, "A child has taken the authority of his father." At the same time, he looked up and recalled what had happened during this period of time. I carefully read what happened to Batman. …

Soon, Lucifer's face turned cold. He narrowed his eyes and picked up the wine glass. The wine in the glass was filled again. He put the transparent wall of the glass against his lips and whispered:

"Patriarchy...Patriarchy..."

Lucifer seemed to be lost in thought. After more than ten minutes, his thoughts returned to reality. He looked at the wine glass in his hand, sneered, and said:

"Arrogance is the same as me. Arrogance is me. Batman, why don't you understand?"

"As arrogant as we are, we always feel pain and sadness for bowing to another person, but we still can't break free from the shackles of patriarchy. It's not that we can't, but we don't want to do so. ”

Lucifer slowly closed his eyes, his golden eyelashes trembled, and his Adam’s apple slid down from top to bottom, like a drop of liquid sliding down from the mouth of a cup. He took another sip of wine and said:

“Then let’s see if you can use cruel means so easily and without scruples to resist your father’s authority. Is it because you are stronger than us, or because you don’t love him enough?” "

When Lucifer put down his glass and stood up, what was in front of him was no longer the bar counter, but a cosmic star disk surrounded by stars.

The spherical universes were neatly arranged together, and the stories in each universe were staged one after another, which was very lively, and the huge angel held the star disk in his hands, just like holding a small baby.

The flickering light was reflected in his emerald eyes. When a tiny stream of light that was almost undetectable passed between the two universes, it was captured by Lucifer.

He showed an inexplicable smile, stretched out a hand, picked up the stream of light with his fingertips and held it in his hand.

Then, Lucifer turned his head to look at a special universe on the edge of the star disk. All the universes in the star disk were spheres, and only this one was a light blue cube emitting a faint light.

Lucifer knew that the pale blue cube on the surface of the universe was not under his jurisdiction. It was a creation of another universe. Schiller called it the "Cosmic Cube".

Lucifer raised one hand gently, and the round universe floated out of the cube. Lucifer threw the streamer in his other hand towards the spherical universe. A thin light flashed, and the streamer was sent into the universe.

Lucifer thought for a while and put the universe back into the Cosmic Cube, but moved the Cosmic Cube and the universe to a different position. It was no longer on the edge of the universe, but closer to the more prosperous center.

Looking at the wonderful events that were happening in the nearby universe, Lucifer showed an interested smile, as if he was looking forward to something. And under his gaze, the streamer that invaded the universe passed through the dark space at a very fast speed, following the rules of the universe, like a small bug falling into the toilet, irresistibly following the dark vortex and heading to the sinful sewer.

Gotham, 9pm, the radio in the Ford car made two "squeaky" electric current sounds, and the voice of the host full of surging energy sounded in the car:

"Hey, good evening, guys! Welcome to "Gotham doesn't fucking welcome you to listen to the car and travel guide channel'! I am the host Mike!"...

"We have met with you for a month, and the good news I want to bring today is that there will be no good news in this rotten city!"

"Oh, yes, I heard that a little guy named Black Pelican Mouth was elected as the East Coast Rap Star. Let us congratulate him and hope that he can survive the gang fight this weekend!"

"What else? Oh, right! The damn central turntable is blocked again. This fact does not need me to repeat it again! You just need to remember that every time Mike's voice sounds on the radio, the central turntable must be blocked, because there is no time when that place is not blocked! ”

“By the way, recently some people from other places have called me and asked why the insurance company won’t pay for the damage caused by shotgun blasts. It’s very simple. You go find the person who shot you with the gun, give him some money, and let him shoot at the insurance company’s glass, and the insurance company will pay for everything.”

“Wow wow wow wow! Of course, there is also the latest news that girls care about the most, the most exciting Gotham intelligence, and where is the Batman with a hot body, sexy chin and hips?”

“Go, girls and boys, go to all the places where you can see the roof of Wayne Building, yes, tonight, he will appear there!” “Let’s cheer together, Gotham’s night will belong to—Batman!!! "

A hand wearing a black glove pressed the button of the radio. When it heard the name of Batman, veins popped up on the slightly old hand.

Gotham's dusk is one of the few sunny moments in the city of Gotham. Before the night of Gotham mentioned on the radio, a slender figure appeared on the roof of Wayne Building.

"A little to the right, a little to the right! Yes, yes, stand on the right side of the sunset, lower your head, yes, that's right, raise your head again... Okay, this angle is just right, let's take a few photos first, how about the title "Hero at Dusk"?

"Clark, I must remind you that the image of Batman is authorized by Wayne Group. This is the reward Bruce Wayne deserves for funding Batman. All the photos you take cannot be used for a fee."

"Oh, God! You are simply a vampire, a cunning capitalist!" Clark lowered his hand and shouted helplessly.

Batman, standing on the edge of the rooftop and wrapped in a cape, took a step to the side and dodged Clark's sudden attack. He turned his head and looked at Clark floating in the air and said, "No newspaper in Metropolis has the legal authorization to use Batman's image. If Wayne Group sues them, who will be deducted from the salary?"

"Please, don't do this!" Clark flew to Batman, flew around him a few times, looked at him with a longing look and said, "I promote Batman's image, which is also a contribution to the development of Gotham's tourism industry. You can't be so ruthless!"

After saying that, Clark tried to pull Batman's cape again, but Batman still dodged with an expressionless face.

The two of them made a fuss on the rooftop for a while, and Batman crossed his arms and said, "No kidding, you should talk to your editor-in-chief about the licensing fee. This can test how much your work is worth in their eyes." Clark, holding a camera, stood beside him and said, "You'd better not have too much hope. Everyone in the newspaper knows how stingy my editor-in-chief is." "I plan to cooperate with the Luthor Group to operate a series of Gotham tourism and cultural industries represented by the image of Batman." Batman looked into the distance and said, "He will take back all the copyrights related to the image of Batman in Metropolis. Your editor-in-chief will not want to sue the Luthor Group." "You want to cooperate with Lex?" Clark opened his mouth in surprise, but then he stammered:

"Oh, I understand. You want to sue the media that violated the rules and make copyright income, right? In fact, you are reminding me, reminding the newspaper where I work, to ask them to remove the magazines that use you as the cover as soon as possible, so that I, who pioneered the Batman news, will not be implicated."

"Bruce, I knew I was right. You are so nice. You are really nice to your friends!" "Call me Batman."

"Of course, Bruce!"

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