Chapter 1 Compared to the Prison, Gotham is the living world.
Liu Shu packed up his books and stepped into the first class of his senior year.
Why is it the third year of high school? She was sitting in the classroom, and the teacher on the podium was talking about social sciences. It was great that she could understand it.
Liu Shu was flipping through the textbook page by page, surrounded by strangers.
The class was about to end, and since it was two periods long, she would wait until the bell rang for the next class before changing classrooms. She recalled the common sense her head teacher had told her.
The classmates gathered around at this time.
"Hello," a blonde girl greeted Ryushu, "I'm Winnie, and I'm the class monitor."
"Hello." Liu Shu answered her expressionlessly.
"Oh, you look so cute." Winnie curled her long hair with a gentle smile on her face. She did not feel any resentment towards Liu Shu's cold face.
"Hello!" People around also came to say hello.
The classmates were too enthusiastic and Liu Shu couldn't handle it. She kept pressing the ballpoint pen in her hand. She wanted to escape now.
"Class is about to start, everyone go back to your seats." The monitor's words made the people around him gradually disperse.
"If there is anything you can't solve, you can come to me for help." Winnie left this sentence and returned to her seat.
Liu Shu lowered her eyes, she had to take another look.
There is a huge difference between senior year in Gotham and senior year at home.
Some people will study harder, some will follow the crowd and spend their campus life easily, and some will choose to get good rankings in sports and other events and become special recruits.
None of this had much to do with Liu Shu. She picked up her bag and followed the crowd out of the classroom.
Why is school over already? She hadn't figured out the location of the teaching building yet. Liu Shu was thinking about something and looked back at the school gate. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon.
I have too much free time, so I might as well take a walk around where I live. It is important to get familiar with the environment.
Sirens blared in the distance, then grew closer.
Liu Shu looked at the store across the street, which seemed to have been robbed.
No, it was theft. The shop door was locked and only the windows were open.
There were two masked thieves inside, and they had apparently heard it too.
One of them smiled and handed the bag of valuables to another, as if he had completed a task, and rushed to the nearest person on the street.
Humph, just a petty thief, Liu Shu stood there looking at him.
Then she was held at knifepoint by a masked thief. Now he is no longer a thief. How could anyone want to be upgraded from a detention center to a prison? Is he stupid?
"Don't move!"
The policeman in front slowly lowered his weapon, but the one in the blind spot behind him still held his gun.
"There is a huge difference between theft and murder. We advise you not to do this..." A female police officer came out to negotiate with him.
Liu Shu sighed softly, his flesh and blood body was too weak.
Moreover, she has not been a human for so long that she is not used to it. Not long ago, she was a puppet with both civil and military skills, but now her every move seems heavy and sticky.
It’s like the key positions that you have been using for two years have been changed to default. Although they have been the default for more than ten years, the sudden change is still difficult to adapt to.
This place is near a school, so the police acted quickly.
They also discovered that the kidnapped person was a student.
This identity made the police a little cautious. Just as they pointed their guns at the robbers, the media's cameras were also pointed at them.
"Swish——" A dart came from nowhere and hit the robber's wrist, and his weapon was knocked down.
The police took the opportunity to step forward and control the robber. At the same time, some people were looking for the brave man.
But the crowd was so dense that no one saw who did it.
Liu Shu still stood there, but she raised her head slightly, looking past the policeman who came forward to show concern for her, and looked at the street corner for a while.
If he doesn’t want to come out, then forget it. She lowered her head and just treated him as Lei Feng passing by.
"Thank you." She said to the policemen. Although she didn't know why they would waste police resources in such a place, as a beneficiary, she should express her gratitude.
Going back to order a banner, Liu Shu refused their offer to send her home and decided to let the Gotham police feel the gratitude of the people of her Laozhong family.
She didn't see clearly the person who helped her, but she felt that it was a person. The person who helped her was a good person, and good people will be rewarded, but she didn't know who helped her, so she could only give her blessings casually.
Liu Shu thought so as he walked slowly on his way home. The road under his feet became narrower and narrower, and the houses became old. From time to time, he could see broken glass and wooden boards nailed on them.
Crime Alley, a notorious area, is where she lives. Although it is a marginal area, she is still considered a resident here.
She could hear the sound of water dripping from the dark drain beside her. It was quite quiet here; even during the day, passersby would just keep their heads down as they walked along. Liu Shu turned around and saw that she had just passed three people standing together. Two of them were talking about something, and a taller man was listening.
The silent man looked familiar.
"Feel sorry!"
A little kid bumped into Ryushu.
"It's okay." She really wasn't looking at the road.
The child ran away quickly, running in the opposite direction of Liu Shu.
Liu Shu felt something was wrong. She found that the child was caught by the familiar man, who lifted the clothes behind the child's neck with one hand.
"Your stuff." The tall man stood there. He waited for Liu Shu to come closer and then returned her parts to her.
"Thank you." Liu Shu took the thing that was originally in his pocket.
This is a part, 17.2 cm in size, like a spiral staircase, gradually shrinking from bottom to top, forming a cone shape.
Liu Shu didn't have a wallet on her, she had her own way of storing things, but the parts in her pockets were just put there casually.
Here, if someone bumps into you, you must check your things carefully. Liu Shu now remembers this.
She thanked him and left, continuing down the road towards home.
"You actually help people catch thieves? This is the first time I've seen this. Is she your relative?"
"Even though she's not a relative, she has helped me before." Ofer looked at the bearded man and the curly-haired man in front of him. He was a head taller than both of them and was considered a good fighter in the gang.
These words seemed particularly funny to the other two. "Hahahaha, are you kidding? That little girl's legs are not as thick as your wrists..." The bearded man stopped laughing and looked over in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
Across from him, Ofer looked serious.
"Really? She's good at fighting?" Curly patted the muscles on his arms. This was proof of strength. His colleague might not be very smart but he had a good body.
"I don't know, why are you asking this?" The person who was considered to be mentally ill looked at him puzzledly.
The bearded man noticed that their conversation seemed to have hit a dead end, that they had been led astray by Ofer. "So how did she help you?"
"The TV at home broke down, and she fixed it." Ofer said calmly. He was not a helpful person, but he knew how to repay kindness, or to repay kindness with kindness. These were the words his mother taught him.
"Wow..." Curly nodded, "That makes sense. Can you finish your sentences in one breath next time?"
"Yeah, isn't it fun to see us misunderstanding each other? You're too idle." The bearded man leaned against the wall behind him, looking at the gloomy sky and shook his head, "Although I really have a lot of free time."
The TV is very easy to repair. When it doesn't light up, tapping it twice will work wonders. If that doesn't work, kick it.
But this solution is not applicable to Liu Shu's TV, because it cannot be fully considered a TV. It is a light screen, and the image is projected only by the small box below.
It's not that this thing is broken.
Liu Shu squatted in front of the TV he had made. It was completely handmade, with no trace of mass production. The wiring was a mess, but he just wanted it to work. Its advantages were that it was small, took up little space, and had no disadvantages.
After checking it three times, she found that it was not broken and it did not look like it was broken at all. She picked up the wire next to it and plugged it into the vacant interface.
“Zizi—”
After the sound of poor connection, there was a sound that the people on Earth could not understand, and the screen began to show strange things. They looked like aliens, and they were actually aliens.
"Isn't this usable?" Liu Shu pulled out the wire that could connect to the alien planet channel, raised his head slightly, and looked at the light screen with no picture on it, at a loss.
I originally wanted to do my homework while watching TV, but now I can only do it while watching TV.
"Ding——" the doorbell rang.
Outside the door was Liu Shu's downstairs neighbor, Fulin, an old lady who used to work in a Chinese restaurant. Her originally golden brown hair had begun to turn white, and she seemed to be retired and living at home.
At this time, she came to the door with a bag of things wrapped in cloth in her hand. It exuded the sweet smell of milk and smelled very fragrant. "Xiao Liushu, my TV seems to be broken."
"It's not broken. There's something wrong with the Gotham TV station." Liu Shu concluded with certainty, but he felt a little regretful after he said it. What if the TV was also broken? It's not impossible.
Honestly, that old TV was older than she was. If she wanted to fix it, she'd have to tear it apart and replace everything inside. Liu Shu felt that was a bit of a burden for both her and the TV. So she fixed it to a working state, preserving as many of the original components as possible. There would be some short circuits, but they wouldn't affect its use. If it broke, she could just fix it again; it was just downstairs anyway.
"I see," Aunt Fulin said, smiling at the little girl in front of her. "We won't be able to use the TV since noon. I was thinking of waiting for you to come back and help me check. I don't know what the weather will be like tomorrow."
"It's not raining, it's cloudy," Liu Shu raised his head. "If the TV station still doesn't work after it's restored, you can come find me."
"Thank you, these are the jam cookies I made this afternoon. Here, if you like them, I'll make more." She handed the things to Liu Shu and waved goodbye to her.
Liu Shu, holding a large bag of biscuits, nodded and watched his neighbor go downstairs.
She closed the door and placed the cookies on the table. They were warm to the touch, the red and white checkered fabric a bit pale from washing, but clean. Liu Shu unwrapped it and found another bag inside. Was this the outer packaging? She glanced at the fabric, then, after a brief moment of distraction, focused her attention on the jam cookies in the plastic bag.
There are so many, it will take me forever to finish them.
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