Chapter 1480 (1/2)
Outside Gotham, slaughterer swamp.
This stinky mire filled with miasma and sewage has been like this since more than 100 years ago. Few plants can survive in it. On the rare exposed land, only poisonous dead trees are covered with brown lichens like cotton wadding.
The thick mud is as smooth as a mirror in the moonlight, with small bubbles rising from below from time to time, which distorts the light and shadow, and then gradually calms down.
The night wind blows, the disgusting breath fills every place about 20 square kilometers, even if it is the crazy people in Gotham, they will not want to come here.
Because this is the home of a super monster.
Cyrus gold, whose real name is Cyrus gold, was murdered by his wife in 1894. His body was dumped in the Gotham River and sank down the old sewer into the butcher's swamp on the outskirts of Gotham.
In modern times, corruptions in the swamp have piled up around gold's body, not only preserving his body, but also turning him into a monster in horror nursery rhymes.
A big zombie with his own thinking and will, the one with low intelligence but strong brute force, even fought head-on with doomsday for more than one time without losing ground.
”Solomon Grandy, landed on Monday, was baptized on Tuesday, got married on Wednesday, got sick on Thursday, was seriously ill on Friday, passed away on Saturday, went to the ground on Sunday, Solomon Grandy, in his whole life ~ ~”
at this time, a tall and thin figure stood by the edge of a dilapidated wooden house, shaking his head and looking at the bubbling swamp from time to time in a good mood The ground hummed the nursery rhyme.
The shrill song was like a ghost in the swamp at night, and he knew that grandi had been drawn away by Ceci, and it was safe here.
”Sky tyrant calls Batman! Please answer, we failed, we lost a lot! Please answer
All of a sudden, he got a call for help in his helmet tip ear.
The smile on his face suddenly converged, and the corners of his mouth bent downward: ”what are you doing?! Don't you know I'm singing
After the conversation with Luther is cut off unilaterally, the laughing bat has no worries. He chooses to go out and take two steps to watch the reflection of the moon in the swamp and sing.
Tool people will fail, and it is a fiasco, this is in his expectation, what is worth shouting at? A surprise suddenly destroyed his good mood. It was really an eyesore.
”How many dead?”
The laughing bat turned and walked toward the cabin. The wooden house standing in the swamp all year round had been carbonized, and the outer walls had become his favorite black.
The eagle, who has been blackened into a tyrant in the sky, doesn't know where he is. His communication is a bit intermittent, which makes his answer sound like a sob: ”no, he doesn't seem to have any intention to kill us. This kind of explosion is not fatal to us. He doesn't use nuclear weapons.”
”Why don't you cry and laugh at me!”
No matter whether eagle can see it or not, the grinning bat first showed a big smile and set an example.
He pushed open the door of the cottage and, like a seductive beauty, put an arm on the doorframe and looked at the things in the room.
”Hey, hey, hey...” across the communication came eagle's silly laughter.
”That's right. Be happy. It's always too serious. It's not good for your health. I know it very well.”
Crazy laughter wriggled to the room, this picked up the house do not know who originally belongs to, and when it was built, there are spinning wheels in the room.