When he returned to the dormitory at night, before Batman could speak, Hexagon started chattering, and there was an unprecedented excitement in his tone.
"Did you see that? That big guy got whipped! I tell you, it was really uncomfortable. He must have been taken to the mines in the east to carry lava rocks. It was not a good job. It was so tiring and so...
You have to face the most brutal overseers, and those who don’t work well will be taken there!”
Liujiao kept breathing heavily, and his voice became thicker. He said, "I can't believe it. When I said those words, my feet kept shaking. I didn't dare to look at the supervisor."
Eyes, my God, how could you humans come up with such an insidious plan?!"
"You really expected it. Those little demons must speak for me, because they are fed up with that stupid big guy. Moreover, Ao Fei hates him more than me because he killed two of his children when he smashed the ore before.
,Although Aofei has more than twenty children, those two are the strongest and most lovable..."
Rokkaku muttered a lot about what happened to them before. He talked about how Ao Fei was born, how the two children grew up, and how they were beaten to death. These sounded like the trivial words of a parent, but they were all ignored.
Batman wrote it down and became one of the pieces of information.
"You seem happy?" Batman asked.
"I...I'm a bit...but I don't know what happened. I felt very excited this afternoon. I even worked harder than usual. I was so happy that I finally didn't have to endure that fool.
Got it!"
Later, Liujiao became a little bit gnashing his teeth again and said: "Those damn lava demons should all roll into the lava. They always bully us by relying on their physical strength. If they hadn't made too much noise this time
"If there are too many people speaking for me, the supervisor will definitely punish me!"
But then he sighed and said: "However, this trick can only be used once. Moreover, the ore is in urgent need recently. I heard that there is a war on the front line. Everyone is busy rushing to make progress. I am almost
worn out……"
"Who is the overseer who came today?" Batman asked. Hexagon thought for a moment and said, "I heard them say that he is the head of the big mine. Aren't there seven mines here? Each mine has one.
Boss, the entire mine has a general leader, General Rouxin, and if it goes up...I don’t know what goes on."
"Does he often whip people?" Batman asked again.
"Of course, all miners who are not good at their jobs will be whipped. Big Head's whip is especially powerful. The lava demon almost fell apart after being hit by it. If I had done it, I would have died directly." Rokkaku's tone became a little trembling.
, he said: "I once saw with my own eyes that Big Boss used that whip to beat Aofei's grandfather to death..."
"Why?" Batman asked.
"Because blaze powder, oh, it's the thing you saw the supervisor smoking in his hand. This thing can refresh the mind and relax people. Although I have never smoked it, I heard it is a good thing."
"When the supervisor was smoking blaze powder, he sprinkled a small amount on the ground. Ao Fei's grandfather picked it up and took a puff. He was discovered and then beaten to death."
Hexagon's tone was a little frightened, and Batman said, "Just because of this little thing?"
"It's a small matter. This is not a trivial matter. Only the overseer can smoke blaze powder. Oh, some old miners can also do it, or those who are more popular with the overseer may also have the opportunity to smoke it. This is a status symbol."
"And those little demons, who are they? If they smoke flame powder, they will make everyone lose face. Besides, they have many babies anyway, so killing one or two is nothing."
"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by them?" Batman was silent for a moment, then asked.
"Of course I'm afraid. Who isn't afraid of death?" Liujiao said in a timid tone, "But I don't cause trouble and I do a good job, so I won't die so easily."
Batman was silent again. Hexagon's tone, demeanor and behavior reminded him of a person. Although they were completely different, they had many similarities, that is, the little girl who once died of hypothermia in Wayne Manor.
.
In the past, Batman couldn't understand their ignorance. It was like living one day at a time, never thinking about the future, never paying attention to the possible crises, unwilling to make any changes for these crises, unwilling to go...
Save yourself.
But later, when Batman walked alone in the streets of the slums, he understood where this ignorance came from.
It's not that they are not afraid, they just use another way to escape the reality that fear is useless and they cannot resist, that is, to muddle along.
Sitting in the dark and narrow room, Batman seemed to hear the sound of rain in Gotham. He thought that Gotham might be missing a thunder to awaken the ignorance of the world and make them think about being forced to
After a desperate situation, besides dying silently, there is another possibility.
Could he be this thunder? Batman asked himself in his mind, but soon, he got a negative answer.
Because he knew that the vigilance, defense and doubt brought to him by his inner trauma made him only a lone walker in the rainy night, but could not raise the flag or light the flame.
Batman once wondered whether the Godfather and Schiller were waiting for him, but now he discovered that the Godfather, Schiller, and he might not be the seedlings that Gotham was waiting for.
They are not thunder falling on a rainy night or people raising flags in the waves. Perhaps, their lives have only loosened the soil of sin so that the roots of the seeds can take root deeper.
After all, who will suddenly fall down in the early spring? Who will break out of the ground in the rainy night?
When thinking about this problem, Batman discovered that he didn't care. After facing the darkness of Gotham's reality, he no longer had so many useless fantasies. Purifying such a soil would be enough for him to spend his whole life.
In the midst of such thoughts, Batman slowly fell asleep, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that the Hexagon next door was not sleeping. His breathing was still a little heavy, and he seemed to be unable to fall asleep due to a mess of thoughts.
Batman didn't stay too long. Tonight was the time to gather. He followed the previous road to the mountainside, where Schiller and Alfred were already waiting.
The three of them waited there for a few minutes before Merkel arrived late. He seemed to be limping a little. Schiller looked at him and asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
"Yes, it's sprained, but it doesn't matter." Merkel gasped, and then he took out a whip from his coat.
Putting the whip on the table, Batman discovered that there was a faint green light on the handle of the whip. Obviously, this was the kind of whip he saw in the hands of the overseer during the day.
"How did you get it?" Batman asked.
Merkel frowned in pain and said: "Of course it was stolen."
Then, he said as if he was a little delirious, ""I am originally a field agent, specializing in activities behind enemy lines. I have long said that I will not lurk, I will not lurk... No one listens to me..."
Alfred raised his eyebrows and said, """Which game did you say you were in? The fifth game? I wanted to ask before, why did you start lurking in the fifth game? Aren't you specializing in assassinations and assassinations?
Destroyed?"
Merkel shook her head and said: "I'm unlucky. There were too many elite agents in our class. If my physical fitness test scores were compared to the previous class, I would have ranked first or second. But in that class, I only ranked last."
Third, if important tasks are not my turn, I will have no choice but to lurk."
Schiller showed a strange expression. It turned out that his butler was a field agent specializing in manual labor, not a professional spy. He joked with a half-smile: "According to this standard, you are quite professional."
By, I mean, when you break something."
Merkel covered her eyes hard, Alfred also shook his head, but Batman looked a little depressed, like the kind of person who completed his homework on time, but found that his deskmate not only exceeded the homework limit, but also practiced extra by himself
s student.
Originally, Batman was not a hard-hitting type of person. Before executing his plan, he liked to make complete preparations and investigate all the information. But now it seems that he must grasp it with both hands.
Batman narrowed his eyes and looked at Merkel. His psychological activity at this time, to put it in layman's terms, is, someone actually dares to trick me? It's up to you to see if I trick you to death.
Sure enough, in the subsequent information exchange session, Merkel did not get much information. In the past two days, he showed off the housekeeping skills of a field agent, keeping an eye on the supervisor's work and rest time, and found out all the infiltration routes.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he stole his whip.
Batman told all the racial information, inter-ethnic information, and interpersonal information he learned deep in the big mine. The information he collected was very detailed, and it was also consistent with the information Schiller and Alfred obtained from the overseer.
The information matches.
The main consistent part is that everyone in the mine is in a hurry now, especially the supervisor.
Because the battle on the front line was tense, Belial seemed to want to do something unprecedentedly. The troops and horses were not moved, and the food and grass went first. They needed enough ore to smelt and build, so the pressure from above was very tight.
The big supervisors are not involved in production. If they want to relieve this pressure, they can only pass the pressure to the people below, while the small supervisors can only keep urging the miners and slaves below. In the past few days, there have been several outbreaks.
In the conflict, several slaves were killed.
"They are killing chickens to scare monkeys, hoping to use violent means to make all slaves work harder. And as the target date approaches, the pressure they face will make them gradually lose their minds, and their methods will become more and more cruel.
There could be massive bloodshed," Schiller said.
"You mean, massacre?" Alfred thought for a moment and then questioned: "But they should also know that if they kill too many people, there will be no one to work."
Schiller shook his head and said: "They all point to those big bugs and think that slave miners are just consumables. Even if in reality, the people they capture are not worth the people they kill, but as long as there are slaves, there will be an endless supply of them."
"It doesn't matter how many people I kill," and they won't be stingy about killing them."
"Hurry up and get into formal action." Schiller stood up and said, "I'll assign the tasks."
"There are many races in the mine, but our main target is the low-level races. The demon overseers do not realize their power simply because they are stupid and short-sighted, but we all understand that the most inconspicuous races will be united.
How much power will you have after you get up?"
"Next, one person is responsible for connecting a race, first connecting the dots into a line, and then connecting the lines to the surface, trying to plant the seeds of resistance for them before large-scale bloodshed breaks out."
"Batman, you have met a shadow monster and maintained a good relationship with him, so it is up to you to contact the shadow monster."
"The dwarf demon race is very important, let Alfred do it."
"Merkel is not very good at preaching and persuading, so let him take charge of the sludge devil with the lowest IQ. Remember, complain first and then think about it. Don't talk about big reasons, just talk about things around you. The situation is serious and the future is promising."
"Then what do you do?" Batman asked.
Schiller showed a smile, but his eyes were not smiling. He looked cold and arrogant. He looked into Batman's eyes and said:
"Me? I'm going to do my old job."
Coughing me to death
The new crown is really awesome
But everything that doesn't kill me will make me stronger
(Referring to re-exercising my keyboard typing skills)
