The docent was a little embarrassed: "The museum is usually cleared of visitors at half past four, and officially closes at five o'clock..."

"Please, ma'am. I have very little time off and little time to rest during the museum's opening hours. ”

"Well, you can stay until five." The narrator relieved: "I'll explain to the other staff, however, you have to leave before five o'clock." ”

"Not really." She shrugged her shoulders: "Otherwise you'll be locked up here until nine o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"Thank you, ma'am. I will. Arthur said.

“……”

……

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The staff checked the museum environment one last time, left the monitoring room, entered the collection area, and looked around to confirm whether there were any people hiding in the monitoring corner.

After confirming that the collection area is empty, close the heavy iron doors in each area and walk out of the museum. Close the glass gate, drop the iron fence, and double lock it.

A figure fell from the ceiling and rushed into the surveillance room, shooting a red beam of light from its eyes, destroying the surveillance equipment and burning the video storage strip.

After confirming that it was correct, Arthur came to the meteorite area, took a different path, and made a "new door" in the wall.

Swaggered in front of the meteorite, smashed the bulletproof glass case, cut through the meteorite with a thermal sight, and found no kryptonite.

"You can't melt into the heat sight, can you?"

opened the stone with his bare hands, and found a few finger-sized pieces of green kryptonite scattered in it: "I wasted so much strength, that's all?" ”

Kick into your pocket and observe the system in your brain that is still spinning, but there is no response.

"Maybe it's because the radiation isn't strong enough."

Yes, he wanted to try the radiation produced by Kryptonite, a Dc-exclusive stone, to see if he could wake up the system.

After all, it likes to eat radiation.

Sighing helplessly, he left the same way, melting the glass with a hot sight and cutting the iron door. In the shock of the maid, she got into the car: "Let's go, go back to the villa." ”

Seeing Arthur's extraordinary methods, the maid had a lot of thoughts in her head, started the car, and stared, leaving the distractions in her head. Drive out of the city.

Shortly after the two left, a homeless man staggered past with a wine bottle in his hand and found that the museum was unusual...

……

"Young master, there is a traffic jam ahead, why don't you sleep for a while." Her head was withdrawn from the window, and she carefully ascended to the window, and the maid turned around and whispered.

Vehicles lined up on the bridge, and the sound of car horns came and went, making it noisy.

After a while, one citizen after another ran past the window, and the maid was a little puzzled, and found through the inner rearview mirror that Arthur was not sleeping and was still swiping his phone.

He lowered the window glass again, called out to a man, and asked, "Excuse me, what's going on ahead?" ”

"There's a madman up front killing people." When the man saw that the maid looked good and was wearing a maid's outfit, he kindly reminded: "Hurry up and give up the car and flee this place." ”

"Young master..."The maid turned around, ready to report the matter.

"I'm not deaf, so I don't have to repeat." Arthur swiped the screen, his expression unchanged.

When the man heard the male voice, he was stunned for a moment, then looked into the back seat, snorted softly, and stopped staying.

Waste expressions.

He also wants to have some dream trip with the maid.

Wicked rich people...

Rumble!

The car collided with a metal tanker truck filled with liquefied gas, producing a loud noise.

The man stood in the open field, thin and thin, not strong, but his strength was amazing.

He walked briskly to a red sedan, forcibly dragged out the man who was stuck in his ankle, and smiled hideously, revealing a tooth with a black spot.

"Don't... Please, I just want to go home. The man wept in his hands and begged for mercy.

"Home? Yes, I'll let you go home. "The capillaries on the face are black and visible to the naked eye.

Apparently, he stumbled on something.

"Sir, let him go." Alerted to the alarm, Gotham City Police officers rushed to the scene, evacuating the crowd and sneaking through the gaps in the cars to surround the men.

"I am not afraid of you, I am no longer afraid of you." The man was not mentally stable, and suddenly restrangled the hostage, making the officers nervous instantly.

A young police officer stepped forward, where the man could see, slowly put the gun on the ground, raised his hands, and opened his mouth with ten fingers: "You don't have to be afraid of us, sir, we can help you." ”

He slowly approached the man, using the lights on both sides of the bridge to see the man's face clearly.

It was already beginning to wither, and its cheeks were sunken, as if it had not eaten enough for a long time, and it was constantly hungry.

"I don't need your help!" The man yelled at the officer, his voice hoarse, and he finally noticed the change in him.

Gradually flustered, at a loss: "What's going on, he said, it'll be fine." ”

"We can treat your husband, slowly let go of him, don't be nervous, don't get excited." The police officer approached the man silently, and the distance between his right hand and the man was very close.

Only a fist away.

"Don't touch me!" With a wave of his left hand, the man grabbed the officer's arm and pushed it away, but the officer was left aside by the force and stumbled.

Fortunately, after professional training, I didn't fall.

"Sir, calm down." The surrounding officers closed the encirclement, still trying to calm his uneasiness.

The main thing is hostage safety.

If he didn't have any hostages in his hands, there would be no bullets left in the magazine.

Time passed slowly, and the muscles in the man's body almost atrophied and clung to the bones.

He has lost the ability to speak, his respiratory system is no longer perfect, there are loopholes, and every time he inhales, he consumes a lot of energy.

The police officer closest to him took the opportunity to take the hostages and retreated outside the encirclement: "Are you okay?" ”

The man who was taken hostage nodded, his face pale: "Except for the leg pain, everything is fine." ”

Back on the side of the bridge, the maid looked at the people running on both sides of the car, and was anxious: "Are we really not going to run away?" ”

"You can escape, I didn't force you to stay." Arthur didn't raise his head, and said indifferently.

The maid looked good, her eyebrows were twisted together, her heart was beating wildly, and despite the air conditioning in the car, she was sweating and fidgeting.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out from a distance, followed by several more echoes in the air.

About half an hour later, the citizens returned one after another, back in the car. The Gotham City Police Department cooperated with the traffic police to tow away the scrapped vehicles and evacuate the traffic.

The maid calmed down, no longer anxious, followed the convoy, and slowly drove into Gotham.

"Ladies and gentlemen, at the same time again, we meet again..."

Car radio crawls out of the car through the gap in the window, WXYZ radio station, Channel 2, Gotham's favorite evening radio station.

It's humorous, it's not political, it's not black (not necessarily), it's lighthearted, and it's enjoyable.

Looking out the window and listening to the radio, several men with red hoods grabbed a few small bags of packages and flashed by.

As the car leaves the city, the radio program is about to end, and long, soft female music comes out of it, soothing the soul.

Finally, the outline of the villa appeared in the eyes of the maid, and at the end of the show, the host once again hid "private goods", leaving a puzzle for everyone.