"This station reports that since news of the death of former MI6 agent Harold King Philby came from Moscow on May 11, the ownership of Philby's body was officially concluded yesterday."
"Moscow once again rejected the family's request to transfer the body and has confirmed that Philby will be buried in Moscow before January this year..."
"It is reported that MI6 has no comment on Moscow's actions. They may be ashamed of the name Kim Philby. A reporter from The Times once unilaterally contacted a senior operational director of MI6, but the other party refused to comment.
I am willing to reveal my identity, but I am just saying that there is a deeper conspiracy regarding the seizure of Kim Philby’s body in Moscow..."
"Next, we will bring you the life of Harold King Philby, the legendary life of an MI6 double agent..."
There was a "click" and the radio made a "zilla" waiting sound. Merkel, who was cleaning the table with a duster, turned to Schiller who was reading the newspaper at the dining table and said: "Sir, it's time for Gotham's morning news.
Do you want to help you change the channel?"
Schiller turned the page of the newspaper and said without raising his head: "Okay, by the way, turn up the volume a little bit, I can't hear you clearly."
After the radio was turned on again, the familiar voice of the female anchor of Gotham's morning news came from inside:
"Mayor Brown went to Green Street at 6 o'clock this morning for an inspection, and he was deeply aware of the snowstorm and the traffic problems caused by the snowstorm there. He said that even the poorest and most chaotic East End, or even the densely populated living hell, should not be affected.
give up……"
"Traffic issues have always been his focus in governing the city. In the past few months, his work has achieved remarkable results. Although this snowstorm has added another heavy burden to Gotham's traffic, no disaster can defeat the strong Gotham.
Citizens…”
Seeing Schiller flipping through the newspaper faster and faster, Merkel turned the button on the radio with her hand, and another host's voice came from inside.
"City News, recently, the security situation in the metropolis has been questioned. There is no trace of the new serial murderer, and the work efficiency of the metropolitan police has been criticized..."
"The police chief said that during his 23 years in office, the security situation in the metropolis has always been very good. The police department will definitely do its best to detect this case in the shortest possible time..."
"The murderer's tactics this time were extremely cruel. He killed many people in a short period of time, including several important aides to the mayor..."
"The murderer's techniques are sophisticated and the murder process is extremely cruel. There are currently six victims..."
Seeing Schiller's hand slowly stopping flipping the newspaper, Merkel stopped cleaning the table, turned around and turned up the volume of the radio. But as a result, a burst of pleasant music came from the channel, and then,
Another host's voice sounded:
"Insert an emergency message. Due to the pessimistic weather conditions in major cities on the east coast, the new mayor of the metropolitan area, Mr. White, will hold a disaster relief charity dinner at the mayor's residence in the metropolitan area at 9 o'clock tonight..."
"This dinner will invite celebrities from major cities on the East Coast to participate. I hope they can use their fame to bring new hope to ordinary people in East Coast cities..."...
"Mr. Mayor said that this is just the sense of social responsibility that a qualified mayor should have. Whether it is a metropolis or other East Coast cities, darkness is temporary, and light will eventually come..."
Merkel observed Schiller's expression, walked to the radio and turned off the radio. Schiller closed the newspaper in his hand, folded it and put it aside.
Merkel walked over and put away the newspaper. Schiller picked up the tableware and started eating, as if he was not interested in the news that had just been played on the radio. As the meal came to an end, he started his daily chat:
Schiller asked Merkel: "Are you from London?"
"No, sir, my hometown is in Birmingham, but when I was in high school, my parents came to London to work, and then we settled in London."
"Did you go to high school in London?"
"I studied in Birmingham for a year and then went to London."
"How are your grades? They should be good, right?"
Merkel smiled modestly and said: "Actually, it's not bad, but it's not at the forefront. And compared to my peers, I don't have much talent, I don't know how to play a musical instrument, and I don't know much about Latin."
"Did you go to grammar school?"
"Yes, but the children in grammar schools are quite versatile now. I really don't have any artistic talent..."
While we were talking about this, the mailbox downstairs rang again. Schiller frowned. Merkel turned around and walked to the window, where she saw a newsboy waiting next to the mailbox.
After Merkel walked downstairs, she was carrying another brown paper bag in her hand, which contained freshly baked lye bread. Merkel handed the brown paper bag to the newsboy, who stuffed it into his arms, and then handed it directly to Merkel.
A letter from Kerr.
This was the first time Merkel came into contact with Schiller's personal letters during his work. He looked at the wax seal on it and found that it was a symbol he did not recognize.
A few minutes later, Schiller sat on the table in his study and opened the letter with a letter opener. He slowly opened the wax seal with the letter opener, and then opened the envelope. Inside was a very common old-fashioned letter paper, with the following words:
Author:
"Dear Professor Schiller Rodriguez, I would like to express my congratulations upon hearing that you have been commended for your recent academic achievements."
"We sincerely invite you to participate in a charity dinner related to joint disaster relief in East Coast cities..."
Schiller frowned and looked at the words above. When his eyes fell on the signature column, his frown deepened.
Slowly folding the letter, Schiller seemed to be thinking about something. Merkel, who was waiting aside, heard Schiller slowly say: "What are the transportation methods that can travel to the metropolis now?"
Merkel paused and seemed not to have thought about this issue. She turned slightly to look at the snow outside the window and said, "I'm afraid any means of transportation on the ground will no longer work."
Seeing Schiller's frown, Merkel lowered her head and said: "I will contact the helicopter company right away..."
Such morning chats often happen in English manors, and Wayne Manor is no exception. When Selena stepped into the manor wearing a thick woolen coat, the fireplace was already burning, and the old housekeeper took her coat.
, hanging on the hanger, Selena gently stroked her hair and said:...
"The road conditions are terrible, right? I heard that this snowstorm not only affected Gotham, but also several cities on the east coast. Of course, the cities in the south were better, but they also ushered in the
A cold wave that we haven’t seen in decades.”
"Yes, Mr. Bruce has already planned to go to a charity dinner. He should invite you to be his female companion later."
"Oh?" Selina's eyes widened in surprise. As she walked in, she looked at Alfred next to her and said, "Then how should I respond better? I have never received such an invitation."
"You just need to express your sympathy for ordinary citizens and say that you are very happy to go."
"Okay." Selena tucked her long hair behind her ears and said nervously: "When is the charity gala? What kind of image should I attend? What should I say?"
Alfred led Selina to the dining table. Bruce, who had not slept all night, did not look tired. Instead, Dick looked a little lost. Selina saw that there was a stranger there too.
Sitting at the dining table, she nodded to the other person, then looked at Bruce and asked, "Won't you introduce me?"
"This is Hal."
After finishing speaking, Bruce fell silent again, and Hal could only introduce himself: "Hello, my name is Hal Jordan... No, I am not related to that star, so I can't get his autograph..."
Selena looked a little disappointed. After saying that, she looked at Dick, who was glowing green. Dick shrugged to her and said: "The matter is very complicated, and it's hard to explain to you. In short, I am green now and Christmas is the same."
Just like an elf."
Seeing Dick's wretched face, Selina couldn't help but laugh out loud. She picked up Elsa next to her and fed her. After a while, Bruce finally said:
"There is a charity dinner for the East Coast United Disaster Relief at the Metropolis tonight. I need to attend. I hope you can be my female companion, how about it?"
Selena straightened her back and moved her neck, but those pretentious words of sympathy were still not uttered. She just said: "Okay, of course, but I don't know what to do..."
"Later, the clothing consultant I made an appointment with will come to your door to customize your dress and jewelry."
"After the dinner starts, you only need to follow me into the banquet hall, and then you don't have to do anything. If someone comes to chat with you, just repeat how terrible this disaster is and how many ordinary people it has affected. You feel very sympathetic.
That’s it.”
Selina sighed. In the past few months, she had accompanied Bruce to some parties. Most of the time, she had to wear a fake smile that made her face muscles stiff, and hang out with the ladies.
Chatting, listening to them praising their gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry, God knows how much she wants to pick out the gems from their necklaces...
After saying that, Bruce turned to look at Dick again. Dick scratched his head and said, "I feel better now. I admit, when my body started to glow at first, I was a little scared..."
"However, after I calmed down, this power seemed to have calmed down as well. At least during the few hours I slept, it didn't carry me around anymore."
"I think you can try to maintain this state until all the green light energy is consumed." Hal said: "Don't worry, I will keep watching you during this period."
Dick stretched out his hand, looked at the ring and said, "I will give it back to you when the time comes. This ring is really ugly."
After dinner, the clothing consultant appointed by Bruce arrived as scheduled. While Selina displayed a variety of skirts in the center of the living room, she asked: "Bruce, I heard an entrepreneur on the radio before I came here this morning.
The name seems to be the biggest entrepreneur in the metropolis..."
"The host said he is the most famous philanthropist, is it true?"
Bruce was sitting on the sofa, holding an envelope in his hand. He opened the envelope, then looked at the letter in his hand, and said without raising his head: "You can change the word 'charity' in what he said to 'tax avoidance'."
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Selina shook her head, as if she didn't understand what Bruce meant. Bruce frowned and looked at the piece of paper in his hand. There was a familiar name written on the signature - "Come to Lionel Luther."