Chapter 59: This sleep is not necessary (Ch 830192001)

Lucian sat on a chair with his hands cuffed. He looked up and observed the interrogation room. He said to the police in front of him, “To be honest, I’m used to doing something big and then getting locked up.”
The people who interrogated him were not Bullock and Gordon, who took over the case at the beginning… It seemed that because the murderer was caught, other people who were afraid of being caught snatched this achievement from them.
Lucian raised his eyebrows and looked at the one-way glass facing him, not sure whether Bullock and Gordon, whose political achievements had been taken away, were there.
“Oh… I think…” He stretched out his tone, looked at the two upright policemen in front of him, and smiled: “Perhaps it is best to be faithful to one person, isn’t it?”
“I won’t say anything until Harvey Bullock and James Gordon come in.” Lucian raised his chin towards the one-way glass:
“There are quite a few journalists here… You probably don’t want to be accused of torture and forced confessions, do you?”
Even though they did this kind of thing all the time, but in the case of this kind of celebrity criminal…the two looked at each other and left, and soon Bullock and Gordon sat in their seats.
“So… should you thank me? I saved you from workplace bullying?”
But Lucian’s kindness obviously did not win anyone’s favor.
Brock sneered, “Mr. Wanted Criminal, let’s start with your name.”
“Lucian.” He said, and couldn’t help laughing as he looked at the two people waiting for what was to come.
This scene was very similar to when Nightwing asked him his name.
Lucien explained tolerantly: “I don’t have a last name… maybe I forgot it, or maybe it’s because my last name is Lu and my first name is Xi’an. Am I an Oriental? Oh, of course, judging by my skin color and height… maybe I’m Irish.”
Lucien dared to say that he had not told a single lie… This was his true guess about his identity and name, but it was obvious that the two police officers did not buy it.
“Mr. Lucien, perhaps your cooperation can reduce your sentence.” Gordon said as he took notes.
“Officer Gordon.” Lucien shrugged. “You know, it’s just maybe.”
Gordon smiled and said, “What’s the point of you not cooperating? This delay will not only waste our time, but also yours.”
“You have to know that fatigue interrogation is not torture.”
Lucian smiled and didn’t care:
“I just said that I wouldn’t say anything before you come… I didn’t say I would tell you everything after you come.” His smile was not aggressive at all: “This requires your strength.”
“Okay…” Brock and Gordon looked at each other, and Brock turned to Lucian and sighed: “Then I will tell you our strength.”
Then Lucian heard something that made him even more silent:
“Joe Chell, male, 36 years old, used to work as a cleaner at the Wayne Group. He was fired due to workplace bullying and later became a homeless vagrant, begging for a living. He took revenge on the Wayne couple and shot them to death on Park Street…” Brock looked up at him: “What do you think, Mr. Chell?”
These fabricated deeds were certainly not caused by the world patching up Lucian after he traveled to this universe… These were the resumes made up for him by the Court of Owls.
Lucien guessed that there was a 99% chance that he had had an affair with them during those three months… and it was not just an ordinary affair.
His contemplation was taken as silence with nothing to say.
“I don’t know why you could be so cruel – you killed a pair of conscientious philanthropists.”
Lucian listened to what Brock said and nodded in agreement.
He didn’t know how he could be so cruel as to kill Batman’s mom and dad right away.
I guess I won’t be able to make the old joke about “expired parent redemption coupons” when I see Batman in the future.
“You are guilty! You should be thankful that there is no death penalty in Gotham!”
…
Lucien couldn’t tell whether he was valued or not.
If you take it seriously, he was finally locked in a relatively spacious iron cage with neighbors around him. If you don’t take it seriously, his is the most luxurious single room among them.
“Hey! I heard you killed Wayne!” The burly man next door leaned on the iron fence and looked up and down at Lucian.
Lucien said nothing, half-knelt and spread the blanket handed to him by the police officer on the ground.
“You’ll probably end up in Blackgate Prison…” The sturdy man didn’t move his eyes away and licked his teeth. “I’m also in Blackgate Prison. We’ll meet sooner or later.”
Lucien lay down on it, pulling another blanket over himself, and listened as he continued:
“I think the balls of the guy who fucked Wayne would be more interesting.”
A gay, and a perverted gay.
Lucien no longer expected to have a good sleep tonight.
He just hoped that this guy wouldn’t shoot at him, let alone shoot at him.
…
Lucian woke up in pain from the squirming of his flesh and blood. With a creepy sound, a bullet that had penetrated his brain was squeezed out and fell on the blanket with a dull sound.
“…” He opened his eyes and looked at the person who shot him. It was a figure that could be recognized even in low light.
It’s Bruce Wayne.
Lucien could still see the smoke rising from the gun in his hand.
He turned over, sat up, and said in a low voice, “Naughty child, you disturbed me when I was sleeping. Such impolite behavior, aren’t you afraid that your kind housekeeper uncle will be angry?”
Then Lucien felt a cold gun barrel against the back of his head, and an elegant middle-aged voice sounded from behind him: “Of course not.”
…
Lucien seemed to know why he was living in an open prison… It should be that someone corrupted by Wayne arranged him here, hoping that the young master would rush in and shoot him when he felt like it.
…
Bruce looked at the wound on Lucian’s head that was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he didn’t know where to vent his emotions.
——His parents were killed by an intelligent, inhuman creature that could not die.
This had a great impact on young Bruce.
…
Lucian seemed to sense this emotion, and ignored the gun against his head, looking down at Bruce:
“Maybe I can’t die… but that doesn’t mean I won’t experience pain. You can tie iron blocks all over my body and sink me to the bottom of the sea… I can’t float up and can only experience pain over and over again, resurrecting and dying.”
“Perhaps you could imprison me and use me as a target? A punching bag?”
“Or maybe you really hate me…you can use your imagination and make me experience multiple deaths in a short period of time.”
Lucien smiled and told Bruce the best way to deal with him: “You can drive me crazy… This is the best revenge against the undead.”