Chapter 2854 (1/2)

In the process of falling, the armor of the death knell changed its style. At the moment of strangulation, the host was changed into a suit and long winded suit, a pair of shiny leather shoes and a pair of soft black leather gloves.

But even if the shoes on the ground made an obvious sound, the boy who was unconscious in the body of his parents still had no reaction, just like he was dead.

A closer look, little Bruce face is tears and snot, with breathing is still blowing bubbles.

It's a cool autumn night, and Martha's pearls are scattered in the pool of blood, and the street lights are flickering, but that's because of the shadow of bats' wings when they chase moths.

The knell that squats down shakes its head speechless and lets the strangled tentacle check the couple's condition.

”Oh.”

Strangulation means that the two are dead without question.

”What should we do?” Laurie kindly removed the boy from the body, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and then looked up at the death knell, which was lighting a cigarette.

”Fura, of course, the police. After all, this is the scene of the murder.” The death knell bypassed the body and took Bruce to the entrance of the alley, leaning against the dustbin: ”although Gotham is ruled by several families at this time point, the Waynes are also the dignitaries in the city. They are dead, and the police should be able to come in eight hours.”

Almost. In Su Ming's memory, there are hidden time expressions in comics and sitcoms like Gotham. After all, one family has fallen, and other families have to discuss how to divide their interests, right?

The Waynes were killed in a midnight movie, and when the police and the housekeeper arrived, it was light.

Little Bruce sat among the bodies of his parents and watched the bats all night.

”Wait? Eight hours? ”

Lori, with her eyes wide open, scratched her face. Living in the era of superheroes, she didn't know what the concept of Gotham was.

Su Ming, with a calm face, nods and goes to the public phone booth outside the alley. He opens the creaking glass door under the street lamp and listens to the mechanical busy sound.

When he found that he had some change in his pocket, he almost laughed for Bruce's good luck.

It has the final say that the police should go to the police not to have the final say, but the gangsters has the final say. You want to go to the police without their permission? The police car will run out of gas, the partner will have diarrhea, the leader will not give instructions, the warehouse will not give police guns, the police station will not give directions and so on. You want to be a good cop? Then be a good policeman under this ”order”. Besides, the eight hour working system is OK. After the crime, the Gotham police only need to arrive within eight hours. That's enough. ”

”I don't understand eight hour work like that. Hello!” Girls make complaints about their own Tucao.

Toward her smiling death knell, he stretched out his finger and turned the dial of the phone. He didn't need to tilt his head to hold the receiver, because the strangled bean sprouts helped him.

”911, what can I do for you?” On the other end of the phone came a voice as impatient as a menopausal woman.

”Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne were murdered in an alley near the park street theater on the east side.” Su Ming holds cigarette ash in one hand and turns over the yellow pages of the phone booth in the other hand: ”no matter who you mix with, tell the people above you that the Wayne family may have fallen down, but the Kane family still exists, so hurry up and go to the police.”