There are orphanages in Gotham's slums, but they only cover three communities in the slums. Two of the orphanages are built on streets with better security.
Of course, better public security is a relative term. In fact, this area has always been a marginal neighborhood. There is only a contrast between bad and worse.
One of the orphanages was founded by the Wayne Group, and the other was a government welfare project. Clark thought about it and decided to go to a public welfare home first.
According to his experience in big cities, generally private welfare homes will have better conditions. Whether you say these rich people are doing it to avoid taxes or to win people's hearts, at least they will make their face-saving projects look better. Businessmen always
They want to spend money wisely, regardless of whether the management system is not very humane, at least the children will be raised fat and white.
However, some public welfare homes have received less attention, and the screening procedures for community volunteers are not strict enough, so it often happens that some people have bad intentions.
Clark, on the other hand, doubts whether there are volunteers with good intentions in Gotham, or whether these crazy people are capable of good intentions. Judging from the current situation, it is not optimistic.
This is an old building isolated on the edge of the community. It looks like it was built in the 1960s and 1970s. There is a faded sign hanging on the door. When Clark landed, he saw several children playing in the backyard.
He rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so he simply opened the iron door and walked in. He felt that contacting the children would be a good choice. Without prior notice, it would be easier to get the truth from them.
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Clark had just walked halfway when he heard the children chatting in the backyard.
"Have all those batches been sold? It's really scary. I still have three bags here. It seems I have to go out later and shout again."
"Who told you to sleep in during the day? The dean said it would be difficult to sell out if you don't catch a good time. The gang of brats in the orphanage opposite us are always fighting for territory because they have better nutrition than us."
"Stop talking, wait until I pack these things, and I'll accompany you out to sell them out quickly. We have to buy new ones tomorrow."
It sounded like they were selling something. Clark thought, many welfare homes would organize such activities, which were basically charity sales. They sold some of their own handicrafts at relatively high prices, and the residents of the community spent money to buy them.
Think of it as charity when you leave.
Clark moved closer to see what they were selling, but as soon as he turned the corner, he saw a dazzling orange color.
The box is filled with orange juice.
Clark squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that the packaging of the orange juice inside the box was exactly the same as the one he had bought before. It was obviously produced in a factory.
Someone's abetting Gotham's orphans to sell drugs?
This was a big deal, so Clark immediately started the camera. Of course, it didn't mean that he hadn't turned on the camera before, but this time he adjusted the angle of the camera a little lower so as not to capture the children's faces.
Clark knew that even in big cities there were born bad people who would not take the right path even if they had the choice, and would insist on engaging in illegal and criminal behavior, but after all, they were a minority.
Even if the number of born bad people in Gotham increased ten to a hundred times, it wouldn't be possible for all the children Clark met to be doing this kind of thing. The only possibility is that someone was forcing and instigating them.
Clark adjusted the angle of the camera, trying to take a picture of the specific state of the orange juice, but as soon as he took a step forward, he stepped on the soft soil and made a slight sound.
The children in the yard immediately turned their heads and stared in his direction, like a flock of disturbed sparrows.
The two older children leaned down and propped their legs on the ground, like little tigers that were about to pounce at any time. The younger child was blocked behind them, but they were also staring in the direction of Clark with cold eyes. They looked like a professional.
A tactical team.
"Hey, don't get me wrong." Clark came out, put his hands in front of him and said, "I mean no harm, don't be afraid, kids."
The leading boy looked Clark up and down, waved his hand behind him and said, "He's a foreigner."
"I am a reporter from the Metropolis Daily Planet newspaper. I want to investigate the ecology of Gotham's bottom. Are you willing to accept my interview?"
"Reporters?" the boy in the lead said a little surprised: "Why have you all come to Gotham recently? Is it because Bruce Wayne became president? So do you want to say he is good or bad?"
Clark opened his eyes slightly and said, "Have any reporters taught you how to say it?"
The boy turned to look at the girl next to him. The girl cleared her throat and said, "They came and then left. It's that simple."
Clark understood that the reporters did not conduct interviews at all, and even took photos at the entrance of the orphanage. The news was all made up after they returned home.
Clark suddenly noticed a light shining in the girl's eyes. Just when she was about to stand up, the boy stopped her and shook his head at her. The girl lowered her arms in disappointment.
"Get out of here quickly, you won't get any news you want from here, and we won't say anything to you."
"Okay, I will leave soon, but I am a little curious, who gave you these juices?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
After saying that, the boy stood up and led several children into the house, while the girl directed several people to move the boxes into the house.
Clark followed them and wanted to enter the house with them, but the girl blocked the door, looked up at him with big eyes and said: "I know there must be something special about you, that's why Charlie didn't let me talk to him."
If you take action, he will let you go for your own good, otherwise you won't be able to leave."
With a bang, the door was closed. Clark felt that he could not force these children like this, so he chose to find another way and flew directly to the second floor and entered through the window.
As soon as I opened the balcony door, I met a pair of bulging eyes.
Clark was startled, but not because of the figure that suddenly appeared behind the door. He knew there was a humanoid object inside, but he didn't expect that it was not standing, but hanging from the beam.
There were three people hanging in the room upstairs. When Clark walked in and closed the balcony door, he found that two of them were complete corpses, one had even begun to rot, and the other was still breathing.
Clark hurriedly untied the still-living one, poured a basin of water into his face from the sink in the bathroom next to him, and then shook his shoulders vigorously.
The man in the plaid shirt was still a little confused after waking up. When he saw Clark, he was stunned and said: "Clark, Clark Kent."
"you know me?"
"Aren't you a reporter from the Planet Newspaper? I'm Billy from the Metropolitan Evening News. We met before at the Security and Press Release Seminar. Don't you remember me?"
Clark was too lazy to mobilize his super brain, so he said: "I probably have an impression, why are you here?"
"Those horrible kids kidnapped me, stuffed me into a trash can, and hung me from the room. Together with these two horrible corpses, they left me here to die!"
Billy began to tremble.
"what have you done?"
"I...I just want to come here for an interview."
Clark narrowed his eyes with a disapproving expression, obviously his lie detector function was telling him that this man was lying.
"Okay, our editor-in-chief asked me to make up some news that is unfavorable to Wayne, but the previous few completely fabricated news did not get a good response, so he asked me to take some specious photos, plus verbal guidance, maybe
It will explode."
Clark sighed, no matter how many times he felt deeply disappointed with the industry he was in, but he still said: "How did you get caught by those kids?"
"I walked in, and they pretended to be interviewed by me, and then gave me a sap from behind." Billy touched the back of his head, showing a pained expression.
boom!
Clark knocked Billy unconscious again. As soon as he stood up, he found that the little girl from before was standing at the door and staring straight at him.
"You are such a trouble. It's a pity that we can't kill you." The little girl waved her hands and walked towards the stairs, Clark followed her.
"Please believe that I am different from these unscrupulous reporters. I really want to help you, so can you tell me who asked you to sell those orange juices spiked with drugs?"
The little girl looked back at him, her eyes still cold, but Clark said: "I know I came a little late, but well... when Batman was still Batman, I thought I should have a certain degree of respect for him.
respect instead of suddenly rushing into his city and doing something recklessly."
"But please believe me, I didn't come here because Bruce Wayne became president or because this city got attention."
"I do believe that, because you don't look that stupid."
The little girl walked to her room on the second floor, and Clark followed her in. The little girl sat beside her bed and said, "But it's a very unfortunate time for you to come. We are very busy recently and have no time for your interview."
"Busy selling those orange juices."
The little girl nodded and said: "Don't think of me as one of those little idiots in Metropolis. We know what we are selling and what use it is, but again, people in Metropolis should stay out of Gotham's affairs.
, you simply can’t understand all this.”
"But there must be a reason." Clark knelt down in front of the little girl's bed, looked up at the little girl and said, "If you are willing to explain, maybe I can understand."
The little girl pretended to be mature and sighed and said: "Don't you want to know who gave us the orange juice? I can give you a package, maybe you can find the factory."
After saying that, the little girl took out a crumpled bag of orange juice that had not been poured out from the drawer, stuffed it into Clark's hand, waved to him and said: "Go, hero, don't come to us.
It’s trouble.”
Clark had no choice but to leave because he was worried that these children might be in danger if he stayed any longer.
Although Superman is not a detective, his super vision allows him to see every detail of the city. As long as he finds a transport truck carrying such packaging, he can deduce the approximate location of the factory.
This kind of thinking is very useful for ordinary missing objects, but when Clark flew into the sky and started searching, he saw thousands of fights, hundreds of car accidents, hundreds of human-crocodile battles, and dozens of
A man stuck his head in a trash can, and two thieves were stealing public urinals, but there was no transport truck in sight.
Clark immediately realized that there might be something wrong with this. He turned his head and looked at the orphanage he had come out of before, and then discovered that the group of children were moving boxes after boxes of orange juice through the sewers.