Chapter 17 The Museum Is Not Much Better “You’re right,…
"You're right, no one would make this kind of mechanism." Tim squatted down. The grass on the ground was really rough.
When I get back, I'll ask Bruce to modify the mechanism of the bookshelf.
"You look so guilty." Liu Shu said bluntly. She found Tim's expression at this moment quite funny.
"You saw it wrong." Tim looked up and looked at her seriously, trying to make her forget what he had just done.
"Do you have any at home?"
"No."
"Is that so?" Liu Shu smiled, but she didn't believe it at all.
Sorry, Bruce, the mechanism at home really needs to be changed. Tim decided to hold a retirement ceremony for the bookshelf when he gets home.
"Let's get in the car."
The best way to change the topic is to change the place where the conversation takes place, Liu Shu learned.
"There's still a whole afternoon left." After stretching in her seat, she leaned her head against the car window.
"Um."
"So tired."
"yes."
It was so perfunctory. Liu Shu finally turned around and saw Tim holding a tablet and looking at documents.
We agreed to slack off together, so why is he suddenly working? Liu Shu slowly took out a few spare parts from her pocket. Fortunately, she brought them with her.
“…”
The lunch was unexpectedly delicious. Liu Shu poked the mist on the cup. There was no sugar added to the cold lemonade, just pure lemon soaked in water. If you want to attack someone, you can use a different way. There is no need to be so subtle.
"I don't know where this sandwich comes from." Winnie also enjoyed the meal. She wiped her hands with a tissue and took a sip of lemonade.
“!!!”
Seeing that Winnie was also jealous, Liu Shu finally frowned. She had been holding back just to see this scene.
"Why is it so sour?" Winnie covered her face. She wanted to protect her image.
"Boss, did you forget to add sugar?" Tim shook the cup. He hadn't been fooled from the beginning. Although Liu Shu didn't show any expression, the moment he drank the water, the determination in his eyes was almost overflowing. After that, he didn't touch the lemonade at all.
"Is there anyone with the Transformation System who can change the taste?" Liu Shu was still poking at his cup.
"You actually read comics too?" Tim, who had always thought that Liu Shu's daily life revolved around research and production, was very surprised.
"What are you talking about?" Winnie had no idea.
"Nothing." Liu Shu picked up the cup and drank again. Because she was prepared, this time she really looked normal.
The two people at the table looked at her with admiration.
Would it be less sour? Tim took a sip as well.
“…”
Winnie was a little puzzled. Could it be that there was something wrong with her sense of taste? She picked up the cup again.
“!!!”
Liu Shu looked at Winnie who covered her face again and Tim who could not hide his pain, and smiled triumphantly.
"I've found a route online for the museum this afternoon that will take me to see all the collections worth seeing. Do you want to join me?" Winnie said excitedly. After visiting the entire botanical garden, she still had the energy to do other things.
"No," Liu Shu shook his head, "I want to rest."
"Me too."
Let them walk straight from the entrance to the exit. Liu Shu saw Tim raised his hand and high-fived him.
"If I am guilty, bats should come and take me away, not..." While watching the clown installation art here, Tim saw a huge sculpture, which was said to have been made by an artist thirty years ago.
"Gotham has never seen anything like this before." Even the circus rarely sees it. Liu Shu quickly catches up with the person who turned around and left. "Slow down."
"I'm sorry, I just feel that...what I saw today is very challenging." Tim leaned against a red wall, and the sunlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling window next to him made his face look particularly beautiful.
This place is actually quite nice, maybe it’s because the people are nice.
"Didn't the school do a background check?" Liu Shu reached out to catch the sunlight, which felt warm on his body.
"I guess not." I won't come here again next time. I'll put this place on the blacklist first. Tim lowered his head and felt much better after basking in the sun for a while.
He wasn't actually afraid, but because he had seen a similar mechanism before, also designed by the Joker, a mechanism that could kill people, and every encounter with him was quite thrilling. So he subconsciously kept his distance from things that were not dangerous but too similar.
“But the clown is still back there,” Liu Shu pointed to the window opposite, which was another window through which they could see the art installation they had just seen.
It seems that Tim turned two corners just now, so he can be seen now.
"Don't tell ghost stories." Tim turned back helplessly.
“…”
"Come on, there are still many beautiful things in life." Liu Shu picked up his phone and took a picture of the art by the window.
She noticed that several of her classmates were walking away from the direction she had just come from, as if they had seen a ghost.
Everyone has this attitude, so will people in Gotham who are not clown-phobic also become clown-phobic?
"Let's go to another exhibition hall." Tim withdrew his gaze, and from his expression he didn't seem to hate the device so much.
Still annoying.
Liu Shu saw the man staring at the gun seriously, and she felt that he was now taking a good look at the gun.
The entire wall was covered with antique-level weapons, but Liu Shu couldn't understand them at all. She really didn't understand these things.
"If you see someone holding a gun, find cover if the distance is far, and put your hands up and squat if the distance is close," said Tim, looking at a gun that is still widely used today.
"Um?"
"If you hear gunshots in a restaurant, hide under a table. If you're on the street, go into the nearest house. Just hide."
"I see." This is all experience. Liu Shu stared at the wooden-handled grenade. "What should I do with this?"
"Get under cover, lie down, and pray."
"Huh?" Is this something a qualified Robin would say?
"If you get too close, you'll be killed. If you're too far away, you might get injured. Don't run around at night. If you encounter a gang fight, they'll kill outsiders first before fighting." Tim's tone was scary, and his words might have come from what he saw with his own eyes.
Speaking of gangs, I wonder what happened to Red Hood. "Tim, do you know Red Hood?" Liu Shu didn't know if they had found out his identity yet.
"Well," Tim's expression was a little subtle. He had some disagreements with Batman when he was investigating the Red Hood, but now he has figured it out. "He's very dangerous. I remember you live in the area where he frequents?"
"I've seen his car."
Very handsome.
"Stay away." Tim wanted to ask her where she met him, but it would be bad if this made Liu Shu interested in Red Hood.
It seems that he doesn't know the identity of the Red Hood yet, otherwise he probably wouldn't be so calm. Liu Shu nodded.
"I won't go near any nocturnal creatures," she took two steps forward, "I go to bed early."
"Good evening, Mr. Roman." Penguin sat opposite Black Mask.
There was wind and rain outside the window, but there was no light on. The dark room was illuminated by lightning. Black Mask raised his gun and lit the candle on the table with the bullet.
"What are you doing here?" This is his territory.
"But you didn't refuse, did you?" The Penguin was not threatened by the shot at all. He knocked on the table and said, "We all know that a terrible guy set out from Crime Alley."
“…” Black Mask was indeed beaten back step by step. He didn’t know why, nor did he know where the Red Hood came from.
He's developing so fast, it doesn't make sense.
"You need a little help."
Bang--
The bullet almost hit the Penguin's hat, and his persuasion seemed to have caused Black Mask to develop some rebellious psychology.
"I agree to cooperate." His eyes were vicious and greedy.
At least from Penguin's perspective, that's greed.
“It’s not free.”
"If I lose, you'll be next." Black Mask understood why he came to him, because he was also afraid.
Afraid that Black Mask, who was blocking the Diamond District and Red Hood's territory, would fall.
Both of them knew what the other was thinking, but they were afraid they would not be able to reach a consensus today.
Batman looked at the two bullet holes on the wall, reached out and felt the temperature, they had already walked away.
There were also a few documents scattered on the table, which seemed to contain some information about arms.
After hearing a few rapid clanging sounds, Batman broke out of the window, and the next moment, flames rushed out of the window.
Although the two men wanted to destroy the traces, he had already taken out the things on the table. Batman stood under a high eaves and unfolded the documents. The rain dripped down his cloak, and soon his body became dry again.
"They want to team up against Red Hood."
"This is not a good thing." Two tough guys worked together to deal with another tough guy. The butler numbered the documents in Batman's hands and stored them in the Batcave.
Since Robin doesn't get home until tomorrow, he came to help.
"But they haven't reached an agreement yet." It would be great if they could find some way to break their alliance, while they're almost done defeating Red Hood.
Batman looked up at the rain clouds above him. He didn't care who won, he just needed to make them all lose.
"Gotham is surprisingly friendly." Familiar buildings and a gloomy sky, as if it had rained yesterday.
The temperature inside and outside the car was different, and a layer of mist quickly formed on the car window. Liu Shu wrote the word "blood" on the window, and water droplets slid down the edge of the handwriting. If it was red, it would definitely be scary.
"Why would you write that?" Tim recognized what she had written.
"Then I'll change it."
Liushu wrote "毛" and "旺" before and after this character.
"Why not just forget it? One word was enough." Tim felt the glass suddenly become numb.
"I've written it all down." Why the regretful expression? Liu Shu sat back down.
She noticed that some of her classmates were taking pictures of the words on the car windows.
This word doesn't have any cool meaning, so don't take a picture of it.
"Why are you..." Liu Shu now regretted it.
Tim put his phone down; he was just gloating.
The bus stopped at the school gate.
As the car door opened, the cold wind from outside rushed in.
"Is the temperature dropping?" Liu Shu took his suitcase and reached out his hand to feel the coldness in confusion.
"You're not wearing enough." Winnie frowned at her. She looked around and quickly found her car. "Let me take you there."
"No, it's quite dangerous over there." A car like this might lose a few tires if it goes to Crime Alley, so Liu Shu refused her.
"But……"
Tim was still thinking about volunteering when someone came towards him.
"Afu? Why are you here?"
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