Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 145: Gotham strives for a civilized city in the country
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Over Gotham, the clouds cover the moon!
The port suddenly fell into the darkness, and the sea surface that originally reflected the moonlight became gloomy and deep. On the big ship docked at the port, a pair of men in black raised their vigilance, in the alert, in the eyes of the prophet No one can sneak attack. When the prophet sees an enemy, the enemy will attack.
Spider-Man is lying on the edge of the ship ’s side, leaning against the sea.
He was hiding in the shadow against the side of the ship, and the guard in black was patrolling back and forth on his head.
At this time, Peter saw a woman with a clown face painted. Her lips were painted with exaggerated bright red, and her linen curls were messy on her head. She smiled nervously and stood high in the port. Staring at the big ship on the stack of tall containers.
The woman laughed like a night owl, which attracted the attention of the guard on the big ship.
"This laugh reminds me of owls ... Why is the style of this city so weird? The heroes here are dull and gloomy bats, the villains here are neurotic clowns, the buildings here are old and gothic, Even the breath here smells like the magic of London in the nineteenth century. I have never seen such a bitter place in my life! "
"It ’s like everyone here has a dark backstory!"
"It's the kind of parents who die from childhood, seek the light in the dark, and look up at the sky under the cliff. The absurd world is like an absurd drama on stage. Everyone performs with exaggerated masks ..." The little spider said. : "At this point, I feel the color of my uniform is wrong! Should I change to a cool uniform color?"
"How about changing the name to scarlet spider like blood red?"
"Or maybe an all-black spider, although the black spider should be better coded with the black widow ... but I dare not grab the nickname from Natasha! Although Sister Na has changed her name ... directly It ’s too luther to call poisonous spiders ... Besides, black widows are too girlish! Rat spiders? Hermit spiders? Redback spiders? Although these are poisonous enough, they are not well-known, and everyone who mentions black widows is poisonous Spiders, but these ... who knows? Or venom? Venom ... just venom! "
The mite's spit.
In a well-prepared suite on the big ship, a young girl with linen hair graffitied on the paper with a crayon. She wrote a large line of small spiders, which could not be written on the paper, so she had to write it on the back. go with.
She chuckled while writing lines for Spider-Man.
The little spider used a spider launcher to stick a hammock-like cobweb on the side of the ship. He lay on the cobweb, and as the waves of the sea pushed the big ship swaying, he looked at the black on the ship. The man in clothes and the clown-dressed woman on the container hold each other.
"You stopped at the port ... thought to draw a line with Gotham. Maintaining this state of detachment seems to be a kindness to avoid angering us." The woman said a man's voice in the mouth, it was Brother Tan's tone of the most worrying person, this city has many villains, but only one can represent its soul.
Represents Gotham's darkness, grotesqueness and madness.
Batman and the clown are the two sides of this city. Their destiny is intertwined through this city, but when they are in Gotham, they must be able to feel each other ’s breath through the city ’s blood vessels, Blend in the day and night.
"No no no ... too naive! You guys!"
"When Lezi comes to the door, it stops at the door. Is it useful? Hahaha ... I will find it when it is downstairs, not to mention I just need to ... push open the door!"
"Interesting things should be made more interesting!"
"Clown!" The black-haired woman stood on the bridge and glared at the woman with the clown on her face: "If you want to talk to us, why not come in person?"
The clown girl grinned, jumped off the container, and fell into a pool of debris on the ground.
She is like a fragile porcelain, her flesh and blood is broken on the ground like a fragile vase, so that she is not like a living person, but like a ceramic puppet. Headlights suddenly lit up on the crane beams in the port, three sneaky, shadowy hands and feet greeted the lights and attracted everyone ’s attention. These are three with heavy makeup and colorful wigs Clown.
They pretended to panic and performed the three stupid figures in the spotlight.
If you are in a circus, you can make the children laugh.
But no one on the scene can laugh ...
The three clowns said one by one: "On this boring day, a surprise was delivered to the door ..."
"Simple ... Speak in a simple way ... Please omit the progressive emotions. Most of the time I am a poor second-rate actor. I do n’t know what I am doing when I leave the stage? Audience and emotions, once I feel like I am back on stage ... hehe! Then there is something to do! "
"The show is about to begin ..."
"It ’s crazy enough ... If I let him see him as a kid, oh! That ’s a childhood shadow! It ’s bad now ... He ruined my favorite clown show, I mean wait for me to go back When I went to watch the performance with Aunt Mei, I had no reason to recall it. As a clown, he was already too qualified! It is now an eye-catching economic era. A masked gangster robbed a bank. What good report is there, The third-rate tabloid I used to submit-it seems to be called Planet Horn News! "
"Even the Star Horn Daily does not publish this kind of manuscript. Their editors would rather write some daily. The clowns in red and blue uniforms and sensationalism will not pay attention to a robbery."
"But what if a group of clowns robbed the bank? It can go to the New York Daily ... It's the New York Daily! I also grabbed Dr. Lizard before I made the headlines of the New York Daily!"
"If he speaks more confusing words in his mouth, the best way to learn philosophy, has seen Kant and Nietzsche, and said some crazy words, will win him a lot of support, those letters sent by young literary girls, The mailboxes that can be filled with prison numbers are worse for learning art and performance. The madness of art tends to be stupid. The performance must be expressive. People cannot set up when they set up! "
"Like Dr. Chen told me six years ago, the performances of superheroes and villains this year are no different from those of traffic stars, except that the superheroes are reality shows every day. There was a crowd around it. Dr. Chen also studied superhero public imageology ... Unfortunately, the doctor later participated in a confidential project and lost contact with me. "
"The worst is to study political science and mathematics! They are standing there dumb and stupid, maybe they can mess up the whole performance, get the news of the New York Daily News, and get the Horn of the Planet ..."
The little spider play is so full, it was a big talk in the hammock.
When the three clowns fell off the hanging beam, or jumped down with a fanatical attitude, he quickly flew out, just did n’t have time to stop it, and now he is ready, the good little spider is not Trying to make people die in front of his eyes, he bent his **** and shot a spider silk sticking to the hanging beam.
It was just a moment when the shadow flashed, and three suicidal clowns were suspended under the spotlight.
A young, even saying that some naive voice stayed in place: "No need to thank! I am a good neighbor in New York, your Spider-Man!"
The little spider returned to the big ship with its silk, and he was flying fast without attracting anyone ’s attention. Except for the young girl playing with crayons on the ship, she drew Spider-Man, drew his interrupted confession, The clown hidden in the dark China ... but somehow she didn't give it to anyone.
Otherwise people in black are not so passive.
One by one, face-painted clowns appeared in every corner of the port area, and they surrounded the entire port area.
The appearance of the clown gang should have been more strange and thrilling after the three clowns committed suicide, but now they jumped from a height and were ready to be rescued by the Spider-Man. The clown wriggled in the air like a cocooning silkworm, greatly weakening the momentum of the clown.
Fortunately, the real clown never cares about these things. He even curiously thought about the accident that disrupted his script.