"Hmm... "A scientist made his own weapons and attacked a scientific research institute angrily after his wife ran away from home due to long-term overtime work, but was stopped by Batman"? Are you serious about writing this?"
Anderson threw that day's Gotham Daily on the table and looked at Martha, who was trying to whistle with her hands on the back of her head.
In order to prevent Dr. Freese from going on a rampage and hurting people after thawing, Anderson followed him all the way last night wearing a bat suit and did not leave until he was transferred to Arkham Asylum and imprisoned. Therefore, he missed the editor of this news - the editor-in-chief unexpectedly
Can this kind of manuscript be passed?
In addition, why was Dr. Freese sent to a lunatic asylum? He seems to be quite sane.
"At least this title has enough gimmicks~" Cathy came over with a few paper documents, lifted her skirt and sat down: "You must have a lot of questions~Ask them~"
"So... what happened to Nora? Why did he shout, 'Give Nora back to him'?" Anderson thought for a while and decided to start with the motive.
"The reason~ you should be able to understand~ but Martha, do you also want to listen~?" Cathy turned her head and looked at Martha.
"It's [The Evil from Beyond] again? I won't listen." Martha grabbed a large sound-isolating earphone from the side and put it on her head.
"The residents of Zion generally call Grox the 'extraterrestrial evil' and believe that the Citadel is the guardian that protects them from being invaded by the 'extraterrestrial evil'~" Cathy used her free hand to gesture to Anderson.
"In a sense, it seems right." Anderson recalled the "facts" corresponding to this statement and found that it can indeed be explained in this way.
Of course, those who were rescued from the Matrix would not think so, but the descendants of those people living in Zion, and even the descendants of future generations, may have a hard time understanding what the Matrix is all about.
"Victor Fries and Nora Fries were husband and wife in the Matrix~ They were rescued together by a certain captain~ Logically speaking, it should be a happy ending~ But it's a pity~ Nora can't adapt to 'reality'
And she suffered from 'ALS' and the Citadel had to freeze her up~" Cathy read the information in her hand.
"Wait, that's not what ALS means, right?" Anderson questioned.
"The body is gradually losing control. Only the mind is still active. It is as if she is recreating the state she was in when she was in the matrix. This symptom is named 'ALS'. Any questions?" Cathy flicked the paper in her hand.
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"...Please continue." Anderson found that this definition seemed perfectly fine.
"When the Citadel uses cryogenic technology to preserve the bodies of these patients, they will connect their minds to the 'connection program'. I guess you must be familiar with this~" Cathy added.
Indeed, every indoctrination and training is in that place, Anderson nodded.
"Before a cure for ALS is found, Dr. Freese can only see his wife in the 'Connection Program'. He studies cryogenics to try to find a solution to this symptom."
"However, for those who can only live in the 'connection program' with incomplete settings that are more like a game than reality, this is actually a very painful experience, so people often ask for him/her
His/her mind is also frozen~until he/she is cured and can live normally in Zion~"
Uh-huh... In life, from time to time, there will be problems with the model, bugs, or error reporting delays, and anyone will go crazy.
"So, Ms. Nora filed the application? But she didn't tell Dr. Freese?" Anderson speculated.
"This is the problem~" Cathy turned her finger on her forehead: "Fliss has been encouraging her to persevere~ She also firmly said that she would wait for the solution to appear in the connection program~ But three days ago
After the maintenance is completed, Ms. Nora’s consciousness will no longer be able to enter the ‘connection program’. This kind of active refusal to connect is generally called ‘autism’.”
"..." Anderson didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.
"Among the family members of patients with ALS, there is a conspiracy theory that 'the Citadel will forcibly disconnect to save resources'. Apparently Dr. Freese believed it after he went to the hospital for a sudden illness. Here is his story in Nora
I won’t show you all the communication records after disconnection~” Cathy folded the paper documents in her hand.
"That's why he was sent to Arkham Asylum instead of Blackgate Prison." After listening to Cathy's explanation, Anderson's second question was easily solved.
"That's right~ Apart from the real lunatics, Arkham is basically all related to 'advanced technology'~ Guys who just violated the laws of Zion~ Their behavior is not enough to be a crime for the Citadel~" Kai
Akane nodded: "Those imprisoned in Black Gate Prison are the real criminals~ No matter where the law is~"
"It's not easy to tell..." Anderson subconsciously thought of the "weird man in a suit" and couldn't tell what he was for a moment.
"You don't have to judge~ Just arrest the person and throw him to the police station~ Let Gordon have a headache for the rest~" Cathy pointed upward.
"Aren't you finished talking yet?" Martha pressed the earphone and shouted in this direction: "Today's news hasn't been settled yet—"
"The conversation is over~" Cathy raised her hand and pulled off Martha's earphones, and put a much smaller piece of paper in the file in her hand in front of her: "Let's choose today's work~"
Hmm... Martha's intelligence source came from the Kane family. Although she had already deduced this, it was a little surprising that she showed it directly.
However, this kind of information often has a certain lag. If it is an emergency, we can only rely on Mrs. Harrison's monitoring here.
Anderson looked up at the surveillance post, but Gotham in all the pictures was peaceful and peaceful.
"It's still early for sunset, let's have some cookies, Miss Cathy, Miss Martha, and Master Anderson." Mrs. Harrison came over with a plate of snacks.
The Batcave actually has a kitchen, which is really... awesome.
"[I want to eat too - Didi - but it's a pity that I'm just an ordinary car and can only eat gasoline and solar energy.]" Robin sounded the horn twice in the vehicle parking area.
"Oh...A group of gang members are planning to rob a jewelry store in the Diamond District? It seems boring...The Gotham Police Department received a threatening letter saying that they will blow up the Gotham Bridge? They didn't even mention the conditions. Who is so stupid?" Martha?
She is reading the information that Cathy gave her one by one: "The Iceberg Restaurant has been closed urgently. It is suspected that a gas bomb has been planted?...Okay!"
No, even though the Cobot family (ily) is your competitor, you won’t rejoice in your misfortune, right?
"The jewelry store robbery is just an ordinary crime~The threat to blow up the Gotham Bridge should be a provocation to the police~And the Iceberg Restaurant should be a business competition~" Cathy picked up a cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, looking at Anderson
: "Which one do you choose~?"
"Hmm..." Anderson marked these three locations on the map of Gotham in his mind, estimated the route, and then picked up three cookies: "I want them all."
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After dark, Diamond District, Sapphire Street.
Although the Diamond District was not named because of the large number of jewelry stores when it was established, it did have many luxury stores including jewelry stores. Due to the astonishing wealth, there would be police patrols here even at night, but this time
The police officers who were supposed to be patrolling the streets disappeared.
"Boss, do we really want to take action?" At the corner of the street, in several vans, there were more than a dozen people wearing red hoods. Someone asked in a low voice to the red hooded person who was suspected to be the leader.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's all the fault of the idiots who attacked the chemical plant. They couldn't wear any color hoods, so they had to wear red ones. How much trouble have we, the 'Red Hood Gang', had in the past few days?" said the leader of the red hoods.
He said viciously: "It just so happened that today a lunatic sent a threatening letter to the police station to blow up the Gotham Bridge. The police force was mobilized. We must take this opportunity to do something big and escape Gotham."
"Where will you go after escaping?" the red-hooded man asked.
"Maybe it's Star City... Never mind it, we'll think about it on the way, do it now!" The red-hooded leader kicked the younger brother who asked the question, and jumped out of the car first: "Don't pay attention to the things in the counter! They are all fakes, look for them after you go in
Their safe! Olga, look out!"
As the leader spoke, he swung a metal bat and smashed the glass display window of the jewelry store, then rushed in first.
"Why is it me again..." The red hooded man who was kicked out of the car muttered and stood up. He looked at his accomplices who rushed in and started smashing things, then turned to look at the street corner: "It's so quiet tonight, the street
There are no patrol officers on the street, so what’s the point of looking at..."
Zhizhizhi - Before he finished speaking, he saw a high-end black car suddenly appear on the corner of the street. Its dark appearance and speeding posture looked like a... bat?!
"Boss! It's Batman! Batman is here!"
"That nosy 'hero'? Brothers! Kill him!" The red-hooded leader angrily rushed out of the jewelry store with a gun and shot at the Batmobile with his men.
The bullets hit the Batmobile like a clank without even a white mark, and it seemed that it had no intention of stopping at all. It just threw five or six "smoke bombs" at the robbers as it passed by.
"Damn it, isn't this-" The robbers who were enveloped did not react at all, and staggered to the ground fainted.
It wasn't until the Batmobile had left for a long time that two police officers wearing gas masks came over carefully wearing a large pair of handcuffs and handcuffed all the red hoods.
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A moment later, Gotham River, Westward Bridge.
Both ends of the bridge were surrounded by numerous police officers and bomb disposal experts, but no one dared to step onto the bridge. They could only listen to Chief Gordon continue to deal with criminals.
"Damn it! I don't have time to play games with you. Either tell me the location of the bomb or make demands!" Gordon yelled into the phone. He had previously tried to ask the police to search for the bomb, but it was detonated in advance.
, had to return again.
"[Quack~ The location where I planted the bomb is in the riddle. If you go to defuse the bomb without solving the riddle, I will detonate it,]" came a sharp and nervous voice from the external receiver: "[
Listen up~'I have no fingers, but I can point, no arms, but I can knock, no feet, but I can walk, what am I?']"
"Hell, I brought a bomb disposal expert, not a riddle expert..." Gordon looked at the police officers around him: "Which one of you understands?"
The police officers looked at each other at a loss.
"[Oh~ It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time, you have five minutes to guess~]" The person on the other side of the phone kept laughing strangely.
"The hands and feet...are crutches?" Gordon simply guessed.
"[Oh~ It's a pity that it's wrong, but I won't detonate the bomb just because I guessed wrong. You can keep guessing~]"
"Damn it...huh?" When Gordon looked around, he happened to see a very exaggerated, bat-like black car speeding towards him. After frowning, he motioned for his men to let him go.
"[You are the clock.]" After the Batmobile approached, Batman did not get out of the car, but directly said in that strange voice through the external speakers: "[Director Gordon, send someone to look under the clock on the bridge.
bomb.】"
Gordon glanced at Batman's car dubiously, and then directed his men to take bomb disposal experts to the location he said.
"[Oh~ Not bad,]" the person on the other side of the receiver didn't seem depressed: "[Then the next one is, 'The more I am cut, the bigger I will become. What am I?']"
"[You are the hole,]" Batman responded: "[Commissioner Gordon, send someone to look for it in the spillway under the bridge.]"
"[Oh, oh~]" The person who asked the riddle seemed to be even happier: "[Next~'You can see me, but you can't touch me. Flip a switch and I will appear in your house. Then
Toggle it once and I won't bother you again. What am I?']"
"[You are a TV show,]" Batman replied: "[Advertising screen on the bridge, Commissioner Gordon.]"
Gordon silently arranged for the police to be dispatched without saying anything.
"[Then, the last one~]" the voice in the microphone said: "['The poor have it, the rich need it, if you eat it, you will die, what is it?']"
"['Nothing', Director Gordon, you can call it a day. It seems that due to the lack of time, he was unable to plant more bombs.]" The Batmobile slowly started to leave the scene.
"You'd better not let me find out you did anything illegal, Batman." Gordon motioned to other police cars to give way.
"[Oh? Is that Batman answering? You successfully caught my attention, little bat~]" The person who asked the riddle was still shouting into the receiver.
"Goodbye!" Gordon hung up the phone with a bang.
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"[It's not Batman, it's me, Robin~]" As the Batmobile went away, the car audio kept flashing: "[These riddles are so simple~]"
"[Yes, you are really awesome, Robin.]" Anderson closed the teleprompter board.
If he had just gotten out of the car, he would have had to answer the puzzle while looking at the answers, and Batman would have lost all his cards.
Now, only the last case remains: the gas bomb incident at the Bingshan Restaurant.
The Cobot family did not call the police at all and seemed to intend to solve the problem themselves. Anderson's task was to ensure that the gas bomb would not explode after their failure.
