Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

In another confrontation with the world, the system took Rei Furuya to avoid the backlash of the world, but accidentally jumped to the wrong world.

[World anchoring, Gotham. Correction in progress, correction failed.]

[The system is under maintenance. The card drawing system has been updated. Please accumulate energy and wait for the system to wake up.]

After hearing this, Fūya Rei was speechless for a long time.

The system went to the wrong place and asked him to save money to buy a return ticket.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Sometimes it's frustrating to be bound to a system that doesn't have a complaint button.

He pressed the card drawing button, and rays of light flashed. A childish voice sounded, as if stating the only truth in the world, with a child's stubbornness and rational black and white.

[There is only one truth.]

[Killing someone may require a reason, but saving someone does not.]

[Don't run away from your destiny, face it bravely.]

[Love is zero, but zero is start. ]

Rays of light wrapped around his body, and before Jōguchi Rei had time to figure out this inexplicable sense of familiarity, he felt an uncontrollable joy in his heart.

Good, good positive energy.

He was surprised, but also became suspicious.

The character cards he had drawn had incorrect stances all along, so he assumed that there were only this type of character in the system.

Who would have thought that such a positive person would emerge from this accident?

It's like walking on the road at night and often encountering ghosts, and suddenly one day the "Hallelujah" filled with holy light rings in my ears.

System, there really is no conspiracy, right?

As soon as the card condensed in the palm of his hand, it turned into a stream of light and penetrated into his body.

Then, he was distracted and found himself leaving the system space and arriving in an unfamiliar place.

He immediately saw the boy hanging in the air, wearing a tattered red and green shirt and green scale shorts.

The child looked to be only in his teens, his body was covered with scars and he was unconscious.

Fūya Ling was startled and immediately hid in the dark, quickly taking in the surrounding environment.

He sensed the temperature, humidity and air circulation speed and concluded that they were probably in an underground secret room.

The air was filled with the strange smell of decay and blood, and beside it were bloodstained, worn crowbars and various torture instruments. The whole room was gloomy and terrifying.

Could it be a locked room murder case?

The perpetrator attempted murder?

No, to correct, it should be a serial murder case.

He waited for a long time, but saw no one coming. He stepped forward decisively, took out a thin wire from somewhere, and tried to open the chains that bound the boy.

But—out of reach.

Fūya Rei was silent for a moment, then immediately raised his hand to look at it, and then stretched out his hand to measure his height.

Very good, he has shrunk to the age of seven.

The system actually deducted his height!

With a gloomy face, Jōgō Rei struggled to move the only relatively clean chair not far away, which had some white residue on it, and finally dragged it to the boy's side.

He stepped on a chair, stood on tiptoe, barely reached the chain, and quickly opened it with wire.

The boy fell straight down.

Fūya Rei jumped down from the chair, walked over to the boy and checked him out. He found that he had multiple fractures on his body. Even though he was unconscious, he was still twitching in pain, and his hands and legs were lying in extremely unnatural positions.

This was broken by someone?

Fūya Rei's eyes were full of rage. The murderer was so cruel to a minor child, and this child might not even be the first victim. He was so cold-blooded, ruthless and lawless!

At this moment, the boy shouted weakly, as if he had a nightmare:

"I won't tell you. I don't know Batman's identity. I don't know anything..."

"Batman, save me, save me..."

Fūya Rei touched his forehead, hiss, it was too hot.

He hurried towards the only door, and just after taking two steps, a terrifying laugh came from outside.

"Hahaha, where is Uncle Clown's little robin? Does he miss Uncle Clown?"

The green-haired clown, who seemed to be tap dancing, suddenly pushed open the door and appeared in front of Fūya Zero.

The pale face and the thick darkness surrounding it combined into a suffocating madness, and a strong sense of crisis sounded a frantic alarm in my mind.

Fūya Rei's eyelids twitched. Is this a clown performing in the circus?

This guy is dressed like this, is he mentally ill?

Oh no, is the rule that mentally ill people killing people not illegal universally true?!

He wanted to open his mouth and shout for help, but this place could have held the boy captive for so long, so it must be deserted and very secluded.

The clown immediately noticed the child in front of him. He had blond hair and dark skin, a pair of watery purple-gray eyes, and was wearing a well-fitting white suit. He looked like a well-educated young master.

"Hey, there's a colorful little bird trespassing." The clown walked in unhappily, his lips curved with malice. "Alien? Inhuman? Never mind, no matter what it is, it's rude to interrupt Uncle Clown and the little bird's relationship."

"You rude and bad boy, Uncle Clown is going to teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he had already pulled out a gun from his pocket.

No matter whether this bird is from the magical side or an alien, kill it immediately.

"boom--"

With a gunshot, the exaggerated curve of the clown's mouth froze, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell straight down.

Fūya Rei held the gun in both hands, stared at the clown for a while, and then put the gun away.

He clenched his fists. Although his body had become smaller, fortunately his strength had not decreased.

Call the police when you get out. Maybe this mentally ill person is a wanted criminal.

At this moment, there was a sound behind me.

Furiya Rei looked back and saw that the red-haired boy lying motionless on the ground had opened his eyes. A glimmer of clarity flashed in his numb eyes, and his eyes were sharp, as if burning with raging anger. When he saw Furiya Rei, he struggled angrily and shouted, "Child? That son of a bitch, the clown, actually caught such a young child!"

"Where's Batman? Why hasn't Batman come yet?!"

Rei Furuya thought cautiously, is Batman the code name of a police officer?

With a bewildered look on his face, he quickly walked over to the boy, squatted down, and spoke in fluent English, saying sadly, "You're seriously injured."

He thought about it and pulled out a [Please Don't Die] from the system space.

This was originally reserved for Hiro, but the boy was more important now.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket and said to the boy seriously, "Don't be afraid, you will get better soon."

As he spoke, under the boy's shocked eyes, the dagger suddenly slashed towards the boy's neck.

"NO——"

An angry and fearful voice suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a sense of oppression that swept across the entire secret room.

Batman, who was attracted by the Arkham murder case, threw a batarang in his hand, which broke through the air and slashed towards the wrist of Rei Furuya.