Chapter 107: Daylight and Nightlight Fool Village

After the winter in Gotham City, the temperature began to warm up. This is a rare season in Gotham City when it doesn't rain much. Although the weather is still cloudy and there is no sunny day at all, and the city is always shrouded in a layer of mist, the weather is still much better than in winter.

Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to manage Gotham's traffic.

Of course, this is not because the previous mayor died in a car accident, but because with the cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development. Various warehouses and supporting facilities have sprung up, and a large number of cargo ships are parked at the port, waiting in line to deliver the goods.

But the traffic situation in Gotham can only be described in one sentence-if it has a little traffic rules, it will not be completely without traffic rules.

This leads to a very headache situation. The cargo ship's capacity is enough. Although the warehouse under construction is still a little imperfect, it can actually accommodate those goods, but the problem lies in the road from the dock to the warehouse.

The warehouses belong to different gangster families. Everyone has to transport goods, and basically they transport goods 24 hours a day. However, there are no traffic rules in Gotham. No one says who should go first. The way to solve this kind of thing in Gotham is naturally whoever has more guns and more bullets in their guns should go first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a gang member, he is not a combat member. When two cars are stuck together, the gang members escorting the goods start fighting, and the driver and other technicians in the car will also be injured.

Gotham is already in great shortage of such professionals. Once everyone starts fighting, they don't care about anything. The final result is that both parties are out of service at the same time and go to the hospital together.

It doesn't matter if they go to the hospital. Their trucks are still lying on the road. As a result, the people who come later are stuck and can't move at all.

Under this vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although most of the goods can wait for a few days, it is not a problem to continue like this. It is completely burning money. The labor cost, warehouse cost, maintenance cost of cargo ships and liquidated damages for delayed delivery have made the leaders of the twelve families anxious.

There are actually some top students among them who graduated from universities, but everyone has lived in this muddy pit of Gotham for so many years, and no one has realized what the most important problem of this city is. When everyone thinks about how to coordinate the relationship here, they think about how to deal with other gangs and make them give way to themselves.

But everyone wants others to give way to themselves, so no one gives way, and everyone is stuck in the road together.

In the final analysis, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city. The evil order constructed by the gangs here is still disorderly in nature.

Fortunately, the new mayor Roy is a wise man. He did not guide the gangs on what to do when they were furious. He let them fight in chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street, and no one wanted to leave.

Until Gotham's most important central roundabout and four second-ring intersections were reduced to ruins, the gangs were completely out of temper. The money was right in front of them, but they just couldn't get it. No one could make the cargo in the cargo ship grow wings and fly to the warehouse by itself. There were no people, no cars, and now there were no roads.

In the end, there was no choice but to ask the old godfather to come out. When the heads of the largest families sat at the negotiation table, they were all silent. The goods blocking the road were also from the Falcone family. The old godfather was still as powerful as before, and the heads knew that they were in the wrong. They basically bowed their heads and were scolded.

The problem now is obvious. Continuing to fight will only make the situation worse. By then, let alone the road, the whole city will be almost gone. How can they make money? Are they waiting to starve to death?

The situation has developed to this point, and this situation really needs a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday after the temperature in Gotham warmed up, Mayor Roy Brown held a televised speech on Gotham TV.

Roy on the screen was no longer wearing a windbreaker and a felt hat like in Chicago, but like a Gotham gangster, wearing a suit and tie with a flower on his chest. He sat in his mayor's office and said calmly:

"Dear Gotham citizens, I am your new mayor Roy Brown, and I believe everyone should have known me."

"The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone to abide by traffic rules, and also to explain the new municipal government that I will implement in Gotham."

"As we all know, in this historic city, we have worked together to get to where we are today, and now, Gotham will usher in another revival, and a good development opportunity is in front of everyone."

"Therefore, as mayor, I once again propose a new municipal government to serve the citizens of Gotham."

"The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of the plan are: starting tomorrow, Gotham's six major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary roads will begin to implement the "Gotham Traffic Civilization Day Action." "During this period, there will be professional traffic guides to guide traffic. Drivers, please be sure to abide by traffic rules, otherwise you will bear the consequences." The TV speech ended here. Bruce turned off the TV. He suddenly had a bad premonition. Facts have proved that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or the first law of Gotham is: in Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point is, how clever your method is, and how perfect your plan is, they can make you a piece of shit in the end. The next day, on the central roundabout in the central area of ​​Gotham City, a sports car with fancy paint sprayed on it slowly slowed down. The person inside rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and whistled at a beautiful woman standing on the street. A hippie youth covered with tattoos shouted: "Hey! That beautiful girl! Look here, look at the runner in Gotham..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette butt to her feet, picked up the rifle behind the lamppost, and shot at the tire of the sports car.

The "bang" explosion startled the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She looked young, no more than 20 years old, with a good figure and wild dark skin.

She lit another cigarette and put it in her mouth, then took out a small book from the pocket of her jeans, looked up and down at the two people in the car, and said: "Runner, right? Bipolar disorder, nervous headache and precursors of schizophrenia, recommended treatment period of three months. "

She wrote and drew on the notebook while she was talking. After she finished writing, she tore the paper and threw it directly into the car. The tattooed young man picked up the paper and saw that it said "Arkham Psychiatric Hospital Diagnosis Form" on the title.

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said, "Sorry, Miss, I didn't know you were an intern at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. How about giving us another one of these?"

"By the way, is what they said true? We can get a big prescription with this diagnosis form... I mean effective medicine for headaches."

The girl looked him up and down again and said, "Yes, go to the attending doctor's office in the hospital for a face-to-face consultation within three days and wait for the ward to be assigned."

"Can I get another one? I think I have a little mental illness too." Another young man shouted.

The girl ignored him, took off the walkie-talkie from her waist and said, "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar, the left front tire is flat, there are two passengers, they are... who are you from?"

"Old smoker in the East District, our boss is a smoker! ”

“It’s the old smoker from the East District. Damn it, why is it the poor guy from the East District again? Don’t the rich guys in the West District drive on the street anymore?”

Not long after she finished speaking, two people came over on police motorcycles. One of them was wearing a police uniform. He saluted perfunctorily, and then said impatiently: "Speeding, illegal change of direction, running a red light, fine 300."

Looking at the rocket launcher hanging on their motorcycle, the young man still paid the fine reluctantly, and then another person who came with the motorcycle also walked over and said: "Hello, Doyle Towing Company, do you need towing service?"

"Doyle, why is it you? You damn bastard! Why are you wearing a suit? And when did your family have a towing company? ”

The young man named Doyle straightened his suit and tie. It was obvious that he had just bought this suit yesterday and it didn’t fit him very well.

He leaned against the sports car, lit a cigarette and said, “Don’t talk nonsense. This is my ancestral business. My family has been doing this business for eight generations. Since we are acquaintances, I will give you a 30% discount. I will help you tow the car to the nearest avenue for 150 yuan. You know, I am the only one who knows which avenue is not congested. You should be rushing to the warehouse in the east to see the factory, right?”

The young man in the car curled his lips and said, “Okay, it seems that your boss really values ​​you. This kind of work is given to you. You help me tow the car over, and we will walk to Arkham to get some medicine.”

They were chatting here. The girl turned her head and saw a black Mercedes-Benz about to turn around. She picked up the horn on her waist and shouted, “Stop!!! You violated traffic rules!!!” "

A few seconds later, another gunshot was heard, and the police and the towing company didn't have to move, and they made another deal.

Continue along this street, there are two interns at each intersection, responsible for stopping cars and issuing diagnosis certificates. They all hold walkie-talkies. Once a traffic accident is discovered, the police and the towing company will quickly rush to the scene on motorcycles, issue tickets, fines, and sign towing agreements in one go, and the car can be taken away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is only on ordinary main roads and intersections far from the central city. In the six major battlefields close to the central city, the fighting situation is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: "Go and stop that red Lamborghini, tell him he made the wrong turn just now, go back and go again, and come to me later to get the diagnosis certificate."

"Also, where is the foul-mouthed man just now? Catch him and beat him up, and say that Wayne beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and Bruce stepped back two steps. Not far in front of him, a car exploded directly. The driver rolled out and shouted at the man holding a rocket launcher on the high platform in the middle of the intersection: "Are you blind? ! ! I was driving straight! He changed lanes! He took my seat, why did you blow up my car? ! ! "

Before he finished speaking, the aftermath of the explosion just now seemed to have hit the car that changed lanes. The hood of the car also made an explosion sound, and then the flames suddenly burned.

The driver who changed lanes also ran out of the car, and the two were about to fight, but when they saw that the man on the platform had reloaded the rocket and was aiming at this side, the two left cursing and soon met a guy who claimed to be a towing company. The wreckage of the two cars was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

"Listen!! You sons of bitches on the other side! Are you deaf? The next green light is ours!! Do you hear me?! It's ours!!"

"Have you never watched TV?! Look at my hand! What is this?! The Gotham Driver's Manual! See? You've already gone two rounds! It's ours next time!!"

A burly tattooed man got off a row of trucks on the other side of the roundabout, also holding a rifle in his hand. He gave the yelling man a middle finger and said, "Is your brain full of shit?! If you want to go, go to the east first! Then it's us, you have to wait another round!"

Bruce listened to them swearing at each other, and he tried to think about it, and found that his genius brain could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that these two people were talking about with confidence.

He asked a bodyguard behind him, "Gotham Driver's Manual? Do you still have it? Go get me one."

The bodyguard said, "Yes, there is, but it was just reprinted yesterday, and it's a handwritten copy. It seems that our mayor was a little drunk when he wrote this manual..."

But he still went to find a car and got a copy. Bruce opened it and saw that what the bodyguard said was indeed right. If he drank less than a pound of vodka, he couldn't write such an outrageous driver's manual.

There was Roy's extremely sloppy handwriting on it. The mayor was also a grassroots person and had never been to college. Many words were spelled wrong, not to mention the upside-down grammar. After writing wrong, he took a pen and scribbled it randomly. Some lines were squeezed together, and some lines were far apart.

Bruce closed his brain and tried to stand in the perspective of these idiots to read the driver's manual again. He found that although the handwriting was sloppy, the content was confusing, and there were more swear words than the text, it made a lot of sense.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver's manual is just one sentence: There are no traffic rules in this crappy place. Anyone you see holding the steering wheel here does not have a valid driver's license. If you want to drive here, you only need to know one thing, that is, hold the steering wheel, step on the accelerator, and then pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello? Oh, professor... Yes, the internship is going well. I am now at the intersection east of the central roundabout. The traffic here is not bad. The west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars over there..."

"Yes, I also think this internship method is very good. I heard them say that they have memorized at least dozens of special terms for mental illnesses. This is already a miracle. I believe that they can get at least 5 more points in the final exam..."

"Evans? No... No, he is not directing traffic. He has more important things to do."

Bruce looked up while talking. He saw a man in a black suit not far away. He looked like the head of the twelve families. He was nodding and bowing to Evans. He moved the cars that were blocking the road away in a few seconds. The traffic that was just a little congested quickly became smooth.

Although Bruce said so, in fact, this so-called Gotham Traffic Civilization Day was basically a mess.

Roy built a small observation tower in the middle of the intersection of each major traffic hub. The traffic controllers on it basically carried machine guns and held rocket launchers, and fired wherever there was something wrong.

Under this deterrent, most cars are still willing to obey traffic rules, but the problem is that Gotham does not have a unified traffic rule at all, and people here have never learned the traffic avoidance rules, so Roy added a person who has driven normally in other cities to the observation tower to provide guidance.

However, in the United States, the traffic rules of almost every state are different, and the contents of the driver's manual are also different, which leads to different traffic rules for each intersection.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation where it is impossible to move at all, it still cannot meet the needs of logistics operation.

In the faculty office of Gotham University, Professor Anna of Advanced Mathematics covered her forehead and said helplessly: "The error in the capacity calculation is really too big. Do you have any clues? Victor..."

Victor looked even worse, with two big dark circles covering half of his face. If you didn't listen to him and only looked at his current state, you would think that Mr. Freeze had awakened.

He said: "Don't forget, we also have to consider the shelf life. The cargo ships at the second dock are all goods that need to be stored urgently. They must have an emergency passage, otherwise the goods may be damaged. There are also fragile goods on the third dock, and they can't drive too fast. When these cars join the central turntable, it will affect the overall speed..." At this time, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and Roy rushed in with a gun and said: "How is the logistics system formulated? There are more than a dozen big bosses waiting for my news over there. Their goods are all piled up at the dock. I can't stand it!" "We are now calculating manually. Have you seen manual work faster?" "They can add money, any amount is fine! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can get results as soon as possible, business can't wait! Friends! ”

Victor put down the information in his hand and said: "I called several of my old classmates last night. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to offer them a price that satisfies them, so they will come here. You know, this city has a bad reputation..."

"Give me their phone number, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

On the other side, as Roy said, most of the leaders of the twelve families gathered in a conference room, anxiously waiting for the results. The one sitting in the main seat was the leader of the Spencer family. He held a phone in his hand and said:

"The goods in warehouse No. 3 are damaged? Why? Aren't they frozen well?"

"The temperature detection device is not working as usual? Then why didn't anyone check it? ... Can't understand the scale? Damn! You illiterate people ! That's my tens of thousands of dollars worth of goods!!! "

"The quality of the cryogenic chamber is not good? What should we do? What about the expert we kidnapped before... no, hired at a high salary? Tell him to double his salary before! Let him find a way quickly! Forget it, you let him answer the phone!"

"Who? Professor Freese? Who is that? Gotham University? No... I can't enter that place, that's the Godfather's territory, contract system? Is he very powerful?"

"... What? A living person? His wife? No... It's not important!"

"You mean, he froze a living person in a cryogenic chamber and still let her live well? !"

"Ha... Oh, no... No... I mean, this is really too regrettable, what a sad love story, God bless this poor lady, I am willing to do this Donate, I will invite him tomorrow, you know, I am also a person who believes in love..."

At this time, Schiller was sitting in the office of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There was a long line in front of him. Schiller shouted without raising his head: "Next!"

A black man with a face full of flesh walked up, holding the piece of paper of the diagnosis in his hand, which was not even as big as one of his fingers. He carefully held the diagnosis and handed it to Schiller. Schiller glanced at it and said: "Congenital polio? ? Which guy who didn't listen to the class wrote this? ? Didn't I tell you to find the nouns in the textbook to memorize?"

He glanced at the black man and said: "Ward 3 on the 2nd floor." Then he picked up a pen and quickly drew two strokes on the diagnosis, signed his name, wrote another prescription, handed it to the man, and continued to shout: "Next!"

At this time, Brand in a white coat rushed in and said: "No more patients can be accepted! We really can't accept any more patients! We have no wards!"

"Let them squeeze in, there are more than 100 people here. "

"But no matter how crowded it is, a ward can't accommodate 30 people!"

Schiller raised his head and thought for a while and said: "Let them go on parole. There must be room in Gotham Prison, right?"

Brand was dumbfounded. He said: "Bail...what?"

"But most of them are here for medical treatment!"

"Then set up a medical station in the prison and let...let Bruce go there. An intern is also a doctor. He has experience. Let him apply the model here. If there is no room in the hospital, go to the prison. If there is no room in the prison, come to the hospital. That's it. "

After Schiller hurriedly arranged for the remaining patients, he returned to the Gotham University office, which was basically in chaos. All people with college degrees or above were called in to do calculations.

In this age without supercomputers, it takes a horrible amount of calculations to calculate the most perfect logistics route by manpower. Victor and Anna, who were leading the team, were almost going crazy.

Schiller also participated in it because he had a symbiote. In order to avoid traffic jams on his way to and from get off work in the future, he was happy to work overtime here.

But soon, Roy came again, still holding a gun and a phone in his hand, and rushed into the office in a hurry, and then said: "Two of the three financial officers of the city government are exhausted, and one is buried by the sand leaked by the sand truck. It is still being rescued. Who will come with me? The financial statements are almost piled up!"

One of the local professors in Gotham said: "This job is not something that everyone can do. In Gotham, although the mayor's life is short, the financial officer's life is also short. Everyone knows what they do..."

Hearing this, Schiller was no longer sleepy. He rolled up his sleeves and said: "Let's go, I'll go with you!"

Roy said hesitantly: "Excuse me, professor, but aren't you a psychology professor? Does psychology also have finance?"

"Of course there is. You have to know that psychology is all-encompassing, and it happens that I personally have very rich experience in this..."

Roy had to agree half-heartedly.

The next morning, Roy stood in front of all the gangster family leaders and said, "Now I have good news and bad news."

"Let's talk about the good news first. I've heard enough bad news." One of them said, "I still have three trucks stuck on Fifth Avenue."

"The good news is that if nothing unexpected happens, the city's GDP this year may surpass the Metropolis and become the first in the United States."

There was an uproar below, and the gangster bosses whispered, saying, "How come it's the first so soon? My goods haven't been sold yet!"

"Wasn't it fifth or sixth before? How long has it been? Are you sure the statistics are correct?"

Roy waved his hand, signaling them to stay calm, and then said, "The bad news is that this is not because our city has developed, but because there is a problem with the report."

"So now it's up to everyone to decide whether we want to be the first."

The rest of the people were even more confused. How big a problem must the report have to be to allow them to surpass the Metropolis and directly land at the first place.

To be honest, Roy didn't understand this question. Anyway, he just watched Shiller sort out the pile of financial reports for a whole night and gave him a very reasonable but very outrageous statistical data.

Then he told him that he was about to become the mayor who led the fastest, most improved and fastest economic development in the history of urban development in the United States.

Roy said: "According to a financial staff member who did not want to be named, if we are the first, we will become more famous and increase more investment opportunities. If we are not the first..."

Roy stuttered, then took out a piece of paper and read it: "Some errors that are allowed in the understanding of macroeconomics will bring more regulatory space to the actual data, including... stabilization measures for inflated growth,... redundant space left by the impact of the crisis, and..."

After reading it, Roy couldn't read it anymore. He said: "Sorry, there are too many words in the following paragraph that I don't know. In short, if you don't want this reputation, everyone will have more..."

Roy made a common gangster gesture, and all the bosses understood, and they unanimously chose the latter.

Of course, this is definitely not for the convenience of official money laundering, but mainly because the citizens of Gotham are modest and low-key.

At this time, in Gordon's office at the Gotham Police Department, Bruce couldn't hold it anymore. He said, "You mean, you want to borrow my bat light? What are you going to use it for?"

Gordon was a little embarrassed. He said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Yesterday, I don't know which bastard had a crooked idea and actually renovated the only old-fashioned traffic light at the central intersection, causing quite a mess."

That's right, just after the traffic improved a little, there was a mess again.

Most of the intersections in Gotham don't have traffic lights because they were useless before. Only the big roundabout in the most central city still has an old-fashioned traffic light pole.

Although it was useless in the past, Gordon found that it was indeed more convenient than shouting under the threat of force.

Therefore, most of the traffic in the central city is directed by traffic lights, and the person on the watchtower is only responsible for force deterrence.

But it is worthy of being called Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs. There is no shortage of absurd geniuses in this absurd city.

I don’t know which little genius in physics and engineering went to modify this antique traffic light in the dark in the middle of the night.

Under the command of the wrong traffic light, the situation of the central roundabout yesterday was that after the left side, the right side was turned, after the front side, the right side was turned, and after the back side, the right side was turned...

At the end of the day, the entire right intersection was unobstructed, and the other three intersections could only stare blankly.

Originally, all drivers in Gotham City were in the late stage of road rage. If everyone couldn’t go, it would be fine, but if others were driving one after another and they had to be stuck here, they would definitely not be happy.

So the central roundabout, which had just been slightly repaired, was almost destroyed again.

Later, the traffic light was repaired, but after so many troubles, this old-fashioned traffic light basically stopped working. The fate of ordinary traffic lights is probably the same as this one. During the evening rush hour, it basically does not last more than three hours.

For the citizens of Gotham, such a completely inconspicuous thing is difficult for their slightly crazy brains to distinguish, so Gordon thought of a way. He planned to make a high-power one.

So the question is, where is the most powerful light in Gotham?

Bruce looked at Gordon in silence. Gordon rubbed his hands and said, "Actually, this can be considered as fighting crime. After all, if everyone is transporting goods at night, most people will not go out to cause trouble."

Gordon dragged Bruce to the Gotham map hanging on the wall and said, "This is the statistics I made recently. You see, the crime rate has dropped significantly in several blocks with better traffic conditions, because generally the gangs will look for drivers who are familiar with the routes in the local area when looking for drivers."

"These drivers are basically members of the local gangs, that is, the main force of local crime. Because of the lack of transportation capacity, the gangs are willing to pay a high price to hire these drivers. People help them deliver goods overnight. It doesn't matter if they don't have a driver's license, because most people don't have a driver's license anyway."

"They drive trucks to deliver goods all night, so of course they don't have time to go out and commit crimes. Moreover, the money earned from two trips can be equal to the gains from two months of robbery. Now most of the gangs who can drive have basically found a similar job. I heard that there is also a small gang that collectively changed jobs to become truck transport drivers, and they are still recruiting people crazily."

In fact, this did not exceed Bruce's expectations. Recently, Batman has often patrolled at night, but there is really nothing to patrol recently, because the streets are full of people working.

Truck drivers don't rest, so drivers also have to eat and drink water. After working a night shift, they can go for a midnight snack. Then restaurants, pubs and roadside stalls will not rest. Restaurants have to sell food at night after selling food during the day, which requires more raw material reserves, and they need to hire more drivers to deliver goods for them, and they also need to hire more cooks and waiters.

But regular restaurants have rents after all, so the prices of the things they sell are relatively expensive, and the food made by the chefs may not suit the tastes of the gangsters, who have been used to eating street stalls since they were young.

So many people who can cook also set up street stalls. There is no urban management in Gotham, so of course they can set up stalls wherever they want.

With the increase of street stalls, the originally small alleys have become narrower. Most people have to demolish the illegal buildings in front of the buildings and widen the roads to facilitate the formation of night markets.

These night shift drivers suddenly made a lot of money, so of course they would be keen on spending. Casinos and dance halls simply did not rest, and even bartenders, dancers, and card dealers had to work all night. These people also needed more service industry facilities for eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating.

In short, the streets near each transportation hub have been brightly lit in recent days, which is more lively than during the day. Once the citizens of Gotham gather together, they will find ways to find excitement and engage in confrontational sports. There are no electronic games in this era. The way to find excitement is nothing more than playing basketball, playing football, or bragging in groups.

Who is Batman? He is the Dark Knight of Gotham, and the emphasis is on darkness.

If you walk into any alley near the main road, you will see a group of football players shouting and yelling at the beginning, and a group of truck drivers sitting around a table, eating and bragging. The whole street is full of wires, and various light strings are hung between street lamps and lampposts. There are also high-powered spotlights hanging in the air to illuminate the ground. Batman was stunned by the shaking as soon as he landed from the dim roof.

Because the streets near these transportation hubs are too busy, Batman has no room to play, so he walks to those more remote and less crowded streets.

However, commercial gatherings bring not only prosperity to the market, but also population mobility. Even if Gotham is the most vulnerable group, such as single mothers with children, they can find a job serving dishes or washing dishes in those restaurants that are open all night.

Strong laborers usually go to do more profitable work. Restaurants are short of staff and wish more people would do this kind of work. The people in Gotham City are not isolated. Basically, there are connections between groups. Many vulnerable groups living in more remote and faraway places will mostly find a busy night market nearby and do odd jobs there. Even if it is just picking up garbage, they can earn one or two dollars, which is enough for them to have a meal.

However, since their place of residence is far away from their place of work, it will delay their work time, so most of them will move to a closer place.

The rent of houses near such places will be more expensive, but the landlord is not stupid. He used to charge $100 for renting a room to one person, but now he divides the room into three, renting them to three people, charging $50 each, and he can earn an extra $50. Those people will be grateful.

As a result, a large number of landlords in the night market streets began to divide their houses into smaller parts, and those disadvantaged groups no longer cared how small and shabby their rooms were, as they would not be any shabbier than where they had lived before anyway.

Then the gangs who managed and ruled this street found that if they could create more such rooms, they could attract more outsiders, improve the efficiency of the entire street, and collect more protection fees.

So they began to take the initiative to convert the attics or some vacant rooms of their own industries into smaller apartments, which were specially prepared for these outsiders attracted by the industry.

Some poor people really didn't have a penny, and the gangs allowed them to move in first and then pay their debts every month. Some gangs who were in urgent need of people didn't even ask for interest. They waived the rent for the first period of time. As long as you help me work on this street, I will not only not charge you interest, but also give you subsidies. Anyway, I don't earn your rent.

Then Batman found that Gotham had become strangely quiet recently. With the transportation hub as the center and various night markets radiating outward, new commercial areas began to develop gradually.

In these new commercial areas, few people would cause trouble, because in the past, if you killed two people in a dark alley, the police might not find out for a long time, and even if you have some special skills, it might become an unsolved case.

But in such a lively night market, such a thing is almost impossible to happen. Even when playing football, if someone kicks someone, it will spread all over the block the next day. If you rob on the spot, you'd better hope that the police will come quickly, otherwise the local gangsters will definitely put you in the sewer.

Because if you kill someone on the street, it will take time to clean up the place, right? The police come to investigate, and you have to cooperate with the investigation. The witnesses around have to be called in turn. How much time will it take? How much turnover will be lost? How much less protection fee will be collected?

If you are far away, it's okay, the gangsters may not bother to care, but at such a close distance, there are more than a dozen gangsters patrolling on the street. Here, you just took out the gun and haven't even said the word robbery, but you may have more than a dozen holes in your body.

Business is business, but Gotham's tradition of shooting first and questioning later cannot be lost.

In this way, in one dark night after another, Batman stood alone on the roof, watching the dimly lit nights begin to slowly light up. Now, he stood on the roof of Wayne Building, the center and highest point of Gotham, with thousands of lights under his feet.

He thought, maybe he witnessed a miracle so close, this unsalvageable, chaotic and bad city began to sprout and grow in chaos, and then bloomed a strange and wonderful flower.

It bloomed wantonly in the dark night, without concealing its chaos and malice. Batman thought, this black flower will still bloom towards the sun, but it is a black sun.

And he, and Batman, Batman did not feel frustrated, a new power surged in his heart, a new idea, an idea that is broader than the night and revenge, appeared in his heart for the first time.

He had a strange premonition that this world, this universe, was changing for something, just like Gotham.

And next time, he thought, in this miraculous change, he would no longer be a spectator, but a participant.

He watched the lights gradually light up after another dark night, and then, apart from the cold wind and darkness above the sky, the flickering light began to spread rapidly on the streets until the whole city was lit up.

Right here, at this moment, this lonely bat standing above the city felt that he had finally learned how to light a lamp.

Ten thousand words today!

Because the plot is relatively coherent and the storyboard is relatively compact, it is finished in one chapter.

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