Chapter 1190: The Cries of the Lambs (19)

The night on the West Coast is hazy and dreamy. Unlike the fast pace of the bustling East Coast, the dim sunset disappears between the hazy and delicate branches of the trees. The light and shadow of the steel jungle are stretched at a very fast speed. Under the light of the bar, the shadow of the wine glass is as long as an intercontinental railway.

When the slender hand puts down the wine glass, it carries a certain force of anger. Lucifer's other hand puts down his mobile phone. He frowns deeply, picks up the wine glass again, and drinks the remaining wine in one gulp.

"What happened to Shiler?" He says with some confusion: "It's headless and tailless, and he suddenly hung up my phone..."

Lucifer leans against the side of the bar, taps the countertop lightly with his fingers, looks up as if looking at something that doesn't exist in the air, and a few seconds later, slowly widens his eyes.

"What's the situation?!" The surprise in Lucifer's tone is even thicker.

"How is Shiler still... oh, wait, what is going on here? Good guy, it turns out that day was just a beginning. Are the two of them sick? How could they..."

"Oh my god! Batman! What have you done? You messed up Shiler's exam and actually sent him to prison? You're too much!"

"Hey, wait, so, it was Shiler's other personality who did it?"

"Oh, it turns out Batman guessed it... Right, Shiler often told me before that communication is the best way to solve problems..."

"Wait a minute, why was Shiler sent back again? What exactly is Batman doing..."

The expression on Lucifer's face changes several times, and finally stays on deep confusion.

Actually, it's not Lucifer's fault; it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to sort out this series of operations by Shiler and Batman.

In fact, Lucifer is not a person with a strong desire for control. He doesn't have many friends he recognizes. He does his best to solve troubles for his friends, but he doesn't interfere with his friends' own views, nor does he do too much persuasion.

Generally speaking, as long as a friend doesn't ask for his help, he won't actively interfere in the other party's affairs and help with his own will.

So, although he knows that Shiler is trapped by Batman, as long as Shiler doesn't speak up, he pretends not to know.

But this time, Shiler actively called him and said a few words without head or tail. Lucifer looks forward along the timeline and doesn't understand what happened between Shiler and Batman, stabbing each other.

But at least, Lucifer confirmed that Shiler's situation is not good now, and the phone call Shiler made to him was not just for reminiscing; he should be in need of help.

But in most cases, Lucifer is a fairly cautious person. He feels that he needs to think about a way to help.

He could indeed rush over, beat Batman up directly, and then save Shiler from prison.

But if that were the case, Shiler wouldn't need to say those inexplicable words on the phone; he could just scold Batman directly. Anyway, when they chat on the phone normally, Shiler doesn't scold Batman less.

Lucifer recalls carefully the sentence Shiler said: "A child has obtained the authority of his father."

At the same time, he looks up and carefully looks at everything that has happened to Batman during this period.

Soon, Lucifer's face cools down. He narrows his eyes and picks up the wine glass. The wine in the glass becomes full again. He leans the transparent cup wall against his lips and chants in a low voice:

"Patriarchy... patriarchy..."

Lucifer seems to be lost in thought. More than ten minutes later, his thoughts return to reality. He examines the wine glass in his hand, shows a cold smile, and says:

"Arrogance is the same as me. Arrogance is me myself. Batman, why don't you understand?"

"Arrogant like us, we feel pain and sadness at every moment for bowing to another person, but we still haven't broken free from the shackles of patriarchy. It's not that we can't, it's just that we don't want to do so."

Lucifer slowly closes his eyes, his golden eyelashes tremble slightly, and when his Adam's apple slides from top to bottom, it looks like a liquid drop sliding from the cup mouth. He sips the wine again and says:

"Then, let us see, you can use cruel means so easily, so unscrupulously, to resist the father's authority, is it because you are stronger than us, or because you don't love him enough."

When Lucifer puts down the wine glass and stands up, in front of him is no longer the bar of the bar, but a cosmic star disk surrounded by stars.

The spherical universes are arranged neatly together, the stories in each universe are staged one after another, bustling and lively, and the huge angel's hands hold the star disk, just like holding a small baby.

The visible light shines into his emerald-like eyes. When a tiny streamer that is almost imperceptible passes between two universes, it is captured by Lucifer.

He shows an inexplicable smile, stretches out a hand, and picks up the streamer with his fingertips and pinches it in his hand.

Immediately after, Lucifer turns his head to look at a special universe on the edge of the star disk. All universes are spherical in the star disk, only it is a light blue cube emitting faint light.

Lucifer knows that the light blue cube on the surface of the universe does not belong to his jurisdiction. It is a creation of another universe. Shiler calls it the "Cosmic Cube."

Lucifer's one hand lifts gently, the circular universe floats out from the cube, Lucifer throws the streamer on the other hand toward the spherical universe, a thin light flashes, and the streamer is sent into the universe.

Lucifer thinks for a while, but still puts the universe back into the Cosmic Cube, but moves the Cosmic Cube and the universe to a position, no longer on the edge of the universe, but closer to the more prosperous center.

Looking at the wonderful events staged one after another in the nearby universe, Lucifer shows an interested smile, as if expecting something.

And under his gaze, the streamer invading the universe passes through the dark cosmic space at a very fast speed, following the rules of the universe, like a small bug falling into a toilet, irresistibly following the dark vortex, heading to the sewer of sin.

Cat Getan, 9:00 PM, the radio in the Ford car makes two "chi-la" current sounds, and the host's voice full of surging vitality sounds in the car:

"Hey, good evening, guys! Welcome to listen to 'Cat Getan doesn't fucking welcome you to listen to the Car and Travel Guide Channel'! I am the host Mike!"

"We have met with everyone for a month. The good news to bring today is—there will be no good news in this rotten city!"

"Oh, yes, I heard that a little guy named Black Pelican Mouth was elected as the new East Coast rap star. Let us congratulate him together and hope he can survive the gang fire this weekend!"

"What else? Oh, right! The damn central turntable is blocked again. This fact doesn't need me to repeat it again! You just need to remember that whenever Mike's voice sounds on the radio, the central turntable must be blocked, because that place is fucking never unblocked!"

"By the way, recently there are always out-of-towners calling me, asking why the insurance company doesn't pay for the car damage caused by the shotgun. This is very simple. You go to the person who shot you with a gun, give him some money, and let him aim at the insurance company's glass, and the insurance company will pay for everything."

"Wow oh wow oh wow! Of course, there is also the new news that the girls care about most, the most exciting Cat Getan intelligence, where is Batman, who has a hot body, sexy chin, and buttocks?"

"Go, girls and boys, go to all the places where you can see the top of the Wei En Building. Yes, tonight, he will appear there!"

"Let us cheer together, the night of Cat Getan will belong to—Batman!"

"!"

A hand wearing black gloves presses the radio button. At the moment of hearing the name of Batman, the veins on the slightly old back of the hand suddenly rise.

The dusk of Cat Getan is one of the few sunny moments in the city of Cat Getan. Before waiting for the night of Cat Getan mentioned on the radio, a slender figure appears on the top of the Wei En Building.

"A little to the right, a little to the right! Yes, yes, yes, just standing on the right side of the sunset, lower your head, yes, that's right, lift your head a little... Okay, this angle is just right, let us take a few photos first, how about the title 'Hero at Sunset'?"

"Clark, I must remind you that the image authorization of Batman belongs to the Wei En Group. This is the reward that Bruce Wei En deserves for funding Batman. All the photos you take cannot be used for profit."

"Oh, my god! You are simply a vampire, a cunning capitalist!" Clark lowers his hands and shouts helplessly.

Batman, wrapped in a cape standing on the edge of the roof, takes a step to the side, dodging the attack of Clark who suddenly rushed over. He turns to look at Clark floating in mid-air and says: "There is no newspaper in Metropolis that has the legal authorization to use Batman's image. If the Wei En Group goes to sue them, who will be deducted wages?"

"Come on, don't be like this!" Clark flies to Batman's side, flies around him a few times, looks at him with a longing look, and says: "My promotion of Batman's image can also be considered a contribution to the development of Cat Getan's tourism industry. You can't be so ruthless!"

After finishing, Clark wants to pull Batman's cape again, but Batman still dodges expressionlessly.

The two make a fuss on the roof for a while, Batman says with his arms crossed: "No kidding, you should talk to your editor-in-chief about the authorization fee. This can test how much your work is worth in their eyes."

Clark, holding the camera, stands by his side and says: "You'd better not have too much hope. Everyone in the newspaper office knows how stingy my editor-in-chief is."

"I plan to cooperate with the Luthor Group to operate a series of Cat Getan tourism and cultural industries represented by Batman's image." Batman looks into the distance and says: "He will take back all copyrights related to Batman's image in Metropolis. Your editor-in-chief won't want to sue the Luthor Group."

"You want to cooperate with Lex??" Clark opens his mouth in surprise, but then, he says stutteringly:

"Oh, I see, you want to sue illegal media and create copyright revenue, right? Actually, you are reminding me, reminding the newspaper I work for, to let them take down those magazines that use you as the cover as soon as possible, so that I, who first created the Batman news, won't be implicated."

"Bruce, I knew I didn't misread you, you are really good, you are really good to friends!"

"Call me Batman."

"Of course, Bruce!" ===== CHAPTER 1191 =====