Chapter 15 We’re going to talk about trust (Ch 827094941)

Lucian sneered, “Philanthropist.”
“Philanthropist? Not really.” The Joker said, “Since you know so much about the so-called plot… I wonder if you know that I once teamed up with Batman?”
In the recent past, when the main world dealt with the Maniac Who Laughs, Batman and the Joker joined forces.
The Joker saw something from Lucian’s expression: “Smart people don’t need trust to work together… We have a tacit understanding between us.”
“But you can’t, honey,” he said. “We need to talk about trust.”
He talked about trust, but Lucien heard the subtext between the lines: You’re not smart.
Lucien: …
As if he could see Lucien’s emotions, the clown said lovingly: “It’s okay, dear, wisdom is gained from the past and experience.”
And you are a person without past and experience.
Lucien heard the subtext again.
“…”
It seemed that the clown wanted to continue speaking, but Lucien really didn’t want to listen any more: “So what is your purpose?”
The Joker broke the divinity of Batman in Lucien’s heart, and also broke the divinity of the Joker himself. Although this would make him feel the changes in things more personally, it also made him lose the rational thinking of a bystander.
“You said so much, what do you want to do?”
Rather than actually asking something, Lucien seemed to be trying to change the subject in a forceful way, and he himself did not expect to get a clear answer.
But the clown once again broke his usual behavior and said very cheerfully: “I want to seek peaceful coexistence, I want to seek cooperation.”
Lucian thought he had misheard: “You don’t seek to suppress me, nor do you seek to take over my position?”
“Come on, that’s vulgar and boring.” The clown said the same words again:
“What’s the point of just letting me revive in your body? I want you to become – another clown on your own initiative.”
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The Monitor Realm is the residence of the Monitor race. It is located in the outermost layer of the multiverse. Its main function is to observe and manage the various parallel worlds in the multiverse to ensure the balance and stability of the universe.
But generally speaking, other people are not welcome there.
Therefore, after Batman realized the existence of parallel worlds, he created the Moon Batcave and observed the multiverse in it.
But observations are limited to observations, and the technical means have not yet reached the level of cross-universe communication.
This is equivalent to having no precise and accurate channels in a sufficiently distorted space. People can only see scattered scenes after the distortion and are unable to understand or communicate.
Through the lunar bat cave, we can only know the general situation of other universes – who rules the world, who is alive and who is not, who is male and who is female – this kind of technology is crude and inefficient.
“There are only two ways now: first, technological innovation; second, attracting the main universe’s attention to us.” said Green Lantern.
“Where’s the Green Lantern ring?” Batgirl asked.
The Green Lantern’s ring is a powerful magical tool that can be used to travel through parallel universes.
“It’s useless, just like Barry, his speed force is useless.” said Green Lantern.
Barry the Flash’s speed force allows him to travel through different parallel universes.
“The Batcomputer will use 40% of its computing power for research here.” Batgirl watched the letters scrolling on the screen. “In seven days at most, the first technological breakthrough will appear.”
“So slow.” Green Lantern crossed his arms and frowned.
“Because I’m Batgirl.”
Not Batman.
This is her subtext.
“But I believe that with the help of the great Hal, this speed will be increased again!” Green Lantern encouraged.
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“How did you discover the abnormality?”
“First the water from the tap turned red, then it became smelly, and then minced meat flowed into my house.” The old lady looked a little angry:
“What a bastard, killing someone, chopping up the body and throwing it into the water tank! Bullshit! There are so many empty rooms, you can just dump it anywhere and no one will know!”
People around me also complained: “It’s better to just cut it into pieces and flush it down the toilet. No one cares about the water consumption.”
“I was playing with the shower head two days ago.”
“You Malaysian currency, why is it so itchy? Go buy me some anti-inflammatory medicine!”
“The murderer must be from another place! Or he must be a resident who stayed for two days and then left. Officer, check the occupancy records and you’ll find the real killer!”
The policeman listened to them briefly, then nodded and asked the trainee police officer next to him to look for the check-in record.
After a while, the notebook was handed over.
“Dylan Preston.”
“Yes, I’ve been staying at home these two days.”
“Lilith Stevens.”
“Dylan is my boyfriend and we’ve always been together.”
“Scorpius Dickinson, Scorpius Dickinson?”
“He sold the house, officer.”
“Who did you sell it to?”
“I, I know.” Julie slowly raised her hand from the crowd: “It’s a tall and thin young man who lives on the ninth floor.”
“What about the others?” The policeman flicked the ash off his cigarette irritably.
“No, I don’t know.”
The police officer said to the trainee police officer, “Go and have a look.”
Then he added, “Continue with the roll call.”
“Julie Palacios.”
“It’s me. I’ve been at home, but my boyfriend Tommy is missing…”
“Tommy?”
“Yes, Tommy Rogers.”
The police drew a circle on the notebook:
“Tyr Burns.”
“Me, Morgan, and York are always together.”
“What are you doing together?”
“On drugs.”
The police officer nodded and was about to move on to the next one when the trainee police officer who had just arrived ran over and said, “There are no residents on the ninth floor.”
The police officer closed the roll call book and said, “Okay, the one on the ninth floor is… Lucien, right? There’s also Jamie.”
“One dead person and one suspect.”
“Go ask the property management to clean the water tank later.” The police officer’s eyes fell on Julie’s face: “Who do you think died?”
“Jamie, Jamie.”
“Okay.” The police officer said, “We will issue a warrant for Lucien’s arrest. You can plan the funeral… Oh, don’t forget to pay the environmental damage fee – $500.”
The trainee police officer handed Julie a ticket.
Julie took it silently, tears slowly streaming down her face.
“Okay, case solved, goodbye everyone.”
The two policemen left without looking back.
“Julie!” Lilith held out her hand: “Give me three hundred dollars in spiritual compensation.”
“You stupid girl, you have to pay for all the repairs and sanitation costs!” The old lady poked her shoulder so hard that she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Julie sat on the ground in a daze, her face looking frighteningly pale.
Clouds rolled in over Gotham, the sky darkened, and moisture accumulated in the air, making it as sticky as a swamp.
The LED lights on the sign gradually light up, illuminating the name of this place:
——Crime Alley.