novelraw Chapter 91 "Artificial Intelligence" Diary
Chapter 91 "Artificial Intelligence" Diary
In this way, Jason and Damian jointly threw Tom's body near a dumpster on the pier—this kind of nameless corpse is nothing new in Gotham.
It was even more predictable that Tom would be robbed of his belongings on his clothes by a passing Gotham man.
"Trash" Johnny, as his name suggests, fishes in the troubled waters of Gotham port all year round, collecting all kinds of transport garbage and panning for gold from it-you ask him if he will steal?He doesn't even care about you.
Steal when not necessary?How did he make the business bigger?
Batman, the Gotham vigilantes, cared about crimes too big for anyone to bother with his little corner of Gotham Lane.
And, he's always considered himself a half-good guy—because occasionally he takes over the salvage job, the frustrated suicide victims who jumped off the Gotham Bridge, the victims who got pushed off the bridge, and, of course, every now and then Some unlucky guy just happens to have a supervillain attacking the bridge (which is all too common) and just falls overboard with innocents.
"Trash" Johnny has always only charged half of the other family's money for the work of salvaging corpses-he despises those colleagues who blackmail the family members of the dead, those who make money from the dead are too much.
And like Tom, he never even bothered to look at the abandoned corpses on the pier—this is the job of the city police and sanitation, and it's none of his business.However, the corpse's slightly upscale attire still caught his attention the moment before he walked by.
It seems that luck is good today, and there is a windfall.
"Trash" Johnny didn't say a word, walked to the corpse, looked left and right to see if no one was paying attention, and then began to reach out for the corpse's wallet.
He's a fair boy, at best, but how many years has Johnny "Trash" been hanging around the docks?I have seen too many corpses of teenagers, and my heart will not be touched for a long time.
He touched a strange little stick, bored; he also touched a few gold or silver coins, are these some game coins?Hey, wait, it's all true, but gold is not expensive these days, let's just sell it...
Finally, he found a battered book from the inner pocket of the corpse's coat.
"Cut... a little poor man." Johnny spat.
But although the outer skin of the book is worn out, the core is still blank, and no one has written on it.Forget it, take it home, and you can keep an account, "Trash" Johnny thought this way, he has always been the best at digging up garbage and reusing it to the greatest extent.
However, when Johnny returned to his home in the slums, he picked up a pen that was not too watery from the corner, and wrote on the first page of white paper with all his strength—"July 7th, credited three Gold, five silvers, and a dilapidated book."
The quality of this tattered book seems to be good—the old things are of good quality, and the paper hasn't torn at all after he scratched it so hard.
What made him almost yell out and throw the book out was that the words on the book gradually disappeared, and then a new line of words (still cursive) appeared on the white paper—"Hello, this is Tom .Write with ease!"
"What the hell is this!" Johnny stood up, knocking down the stool.
"Wait," he said to himself while rubbing his chin, staring at the diary, "does this mean that I can sell it for a good price? A diary that can chat... Well, just lie to that idiot Say it's a newly developed artificial intelligence!"
And this notebook seems to be able to know the inner secrets of the person in front of him without writing on it.
Because another line of words appeared on the white paper, "Don't sell me! I can teach you the secret of making money..."
"Trash" Johnny sneered, he didn't even bother to write on it, "You want to lie to me with this sentence, do you think it's my first day in Gotham? I have already fooled countless idiots with this sentence."
He closed the notebook, thinking that there was no limit to the amount of money he could swindle—just to see how he boasted, his heart was so beautiful that he kissed the notebook directly, "Little guy, let me teach you a trick!" Reason - Gotham people distrust two things the most, the red cloak flying in the sky, and any item that can think independently. I will sell you, a diary that will automatically reply when writing, I will sell it to those rich and lonely A widow! And a technical nerd who dare not talk to girls!"
Diary: very angry!When I am resurrected, I will be the first to kill you!
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"What worries me is that he has repeatedly emphasized that he cannot be killed..." On the parking platform that automatically landed in the Batcave, Damian jumped off his motorcycle and said to Harry and Jason behind him, "Today is Isn't it too smooth?"
"You've also checked your pulse. Could it be that he can be revived? He's not your grandfather." Jason held Harry down and said noncommittally.
The three of them entered the bat cave, and found that in the brightly lit cave, Bruce was standing in front of the big screen of the bat computer, looking at the camera records of the three who had just returned to the route.
Uncle Bruce looks scary from the back in his bat suit...even without the hood.
Is he angry?Haven't turned around yet...
"So...you know everything?" Harry spoke first after a brief silence.
If you want to punish her, you should punish her first. She brought Tom to Gotham.It was also because of her that the brothers started killing.
"Yeah..." Bruce sighed deeply, turning to face the three children, his steel-blue eyes showing no emotion.
"I fired the shot, that's who I am, and you know that." Jason stepped forward, blocking Harry, "I won't argue with you, Bruce, because I don't think I did anything wrong. "
"I'll leave right away. Anyway, I don't live here long ago. I just wanted to send Harley back today." Jason had already turned around and walked towards the place where the motorcycle was parked.
"Wait," Bruce interrupted Jason, "I haven't said anything yet, so you don't have to be so nervous."
"Because you always hated our unruly behavior the most," Jason took off his hood and turned to face Bruce, "and I don't want to embarrass myself."
Bruce smiled, "When did I become the spokesperson for 'keeping the rules' in your eyes? I dressed as a bat, fought in the streets in the middle of the night, and sometimes broke into private houses to beat people... The law I violated has already Too many to count.”*
"So what do you want to say?" Jason hated being surrounded by people like this, "You want to say that we killed well today?"
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*Bruce and Jason's final conversation, quoted and rewritten from Rebirth Red Hood and the Outlaws Volume 6.