Misha stood in place for a while.

To be honest, she was a little hesitant to listen to Luo Sheng's words, pick up the pills, and go back to the dining car.

Can't help but look down the alley.

There was no trace of the man at all, and I didn't know what the hell this man was doing.

After waiting for a while, Misha finally began to bend down and start picking up the pills on the ground.

The location of the dining car is clear to Misha.

The last time Misha was here, there were a lot of people, but this time because there was no store, it was back to its usual desertion.

Not long after, Luo Sheng returned.

At this time, he was different from the sloppy appearance just now, the dirty clothes on his body were changed, and he put on a shirt, vest and trousers.

Now the rich people of Gotham City like to dress like this.

"Hey."

Luo Sheng beckoned to Misha, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"You, you that."

Misha had thought of a lot of questions to ask Rason just now, but when she actually saw him, she began to stutter again.

"What the hell are you, my medicine?"

"Here."

Luo Sheng looked at the pile of medicine next to him that cost him five hundred yuan, because the collision just now had already spilled a lot, and his smile disappeared a little.

He was really happy just now.

This set of clothes cost 200 yuan, almost for nothing, but when I came back, I found that I had lost more than I had gained.

"Okay, no problem, no problem, I can calm down a little." Luo Sheng tried to smile as much as he could.

He's just chopped a guy here.

The man is looking for death by himself, and he does it himself to soothe his body and mind and relieve stress, but he wants to communicate a little bit with this woman.

"So, I'll be a little more concise." Luo Sheng smiled and put his hands on his chest.

"Huh?" Misha doesn't quite understand.

"How are you going to pay me for these pills?"

"What?"

"What, what! Just now I was walking on the road, and you suddenly bumped into me and spilled my medicine worth 500 yuan, could it be that you still want to cheat? ”

Luo Sheng smiled secretly in his heart.

How to say, he seems to have found someone to fall in love with.

I have to say that Luo Sheng's straight male brain is indeed a little incomprehensible to what he is thinking.

In short, if you have a male friend who reads this book, don't use any of Luo Sheng's methods to flirt with your sister, so you may be single for a long, long time.

It's like Misha now.

Now because of Luo Sheng's words, the whole person has a feeling of confusion.

"I don't have any money." Misha said nervously, it seemed that if the other party turned his face, he would leave immediately.

"Okay, you can do me a favor and drive the food truck." Luo Sheng crossed his hands on his hips, walked to the side of the dining car, opened the door, and waved at Misha.

Misha froze in place for three seconds.

Let her help, is this to work for yourself?

Luo Sheng's thoughts Misha is completely incomprehensible now, she doesn't know that she was targeted by a murderous pervert, and the main reason is because the other party went to a copycat psychological examination center.

……

Night.

Ambulances, police, all stood around this van.

Gordon sat on a stone pier.

He put his two hands into fists on his forehead, as if he was still trying to find a way to calm himself down.

Balloon Man, he caught it today.

But he didn't know why in his heart, a little confused.

What does Gotham City say about Balloon People these days?

Hero.

Gotham's Hope.

Although there are some irresponsible newspapers that have been remodeled indiscriminately, I believe that most citizens think so.

What an irony.

The policeman, who was supposed to be praised by the people, was actually killed by a criminal at this time, and this criminal was also regarded as a hero.

Balloon Man was carefully placed on a stretcher by two doctors, and his neck was broken by the accident.

Of course, there's not much to say.

If it weren't for Gordon's death, he would have been hoisted from a balloon by an angry Bullock.

Now, it's already swinging around at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Gordon stood up and quickly blocked the two paramedics.

The balloon man at this time is lying on a stretcher.

His neck was fixed, and his eyes stared blankly at Gordon in front of him.

"Officer, there will still be, there will definitely be people like me." The balloon man's right hand reached out and grabbed Gordon.

Jim Gordon.

This is the last person in Gotham who can really be called a police officer right now, and he is different from the others.

It's a pity that this person is destined not to continue his next career.

Gordon frowned.

"As long as we all face up to our true responsibilities, it won't happen again, I promise."

Gordon's tone was firm.

He didn't know why he was talking so much to a criminal, probably because this man killed people, really for those innocent people, innocent children.

"Huh." The balloon man smiled and didn't say anything.

Then, Gordon remembered another question and asked, "According to the investigation, you stole four balloons, so who is your last target?" ”

"Criminals." The balloon man uttered those two words.

Gordon's eyes darkened.

It seems that this man himself knows that although he punished the guilty for his actions, he also committed a crime.

As long as it is a crime, it is a criminal.

"The last one is for you, isn't it?"

The balloon man didn't speak, just said something that made Gordon nervous again.

"The police inspector didn't kill him, it's a chef who drives a food truck, that person is very dangerous, if you really want to arrest him, be careful."

With these words, the balloon man was taken into the ambulance.

Gordon frowned.

The chef of the dining car, the police inspector killed him?

"The revenge of the vigilante balloon man is over, he was captured by the detectives tonight, he is the only one who is resisting the corruption of the Gotham core, and is willing to break the law in order to save the law."

Bruce Wayne sat in front of the TV.

Alfred Bruce cooked an elaborate dinner, set it in front of him, and found Varus watching the TV intently, smiling.

"Looks like the criminals in Gotham can get a good night's sleep tonight."

"He's killed someone, and he's a criminal."

"That's right, do you need anything else?"

"No thanks." Bruce Wayne declined.

"Now, the balloon man has also been captured, who else can protect the justice of Gotham?"

The blonde female reporter on TV continued to say things that would make the police in Gotham City extremely unhappy.

Bruce kept watching.

It seems that a seed has been planted in his heart, slowly taking root and sprouting.