[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 5 Moon 05

"No." Uriah immediately refused.

"They have the best psychiatrists in Gotham," Gordon said. "You'll get great treatment."

"I'm not sick," Uriah said.

"This needs to be checked to know." Gordon said.

"Don't you really understand, officer?" Yulia stood up, this action aroused the vigilance of everyone present, and even some policemen started to touch their guns, but he continued as if he didn't care, "The inspection results It doesn't show that I'm sick or not, it's just that some people want me to be sick."

The corruption of the upper echelon of Gotham has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and his confrontation with Falcone has long been known to everyone with the help of the media. Even if Falcone himself doesn't care, there will naturally be people who want to curry favor with him Come and beat yourself up.

"...Are you implying that someone wants to harm you?" Gordon frowned.

Ulea frowned, the smile on his face finally disappeared, he chuckled slightly mockingly: "You guys didn't even investigate why I summoned the gods, did you? You think I'm a lunatic, but you don't even Why am I crazy and don't want to understand?"

Gordon fell silent.

It's not that he didn't investigate.

But when he realized that he should investigate, all the information related to Uriah that the police station could find had been cleared.

They can indeed find out more information in a more covert way, but it will take time.

At this moment, only one hour has passed since the Ulea incident, and the police station has a complex operational system, so their efficiency has not yet reached that level.

...Perhaps, this shows from the side that this mass madness incident may not be as simple as it appears on the surface.

"We will protect you, and your diagnosis will not be influenced by anyone. Trust us." Gordon looked into Ulea's eyes and said sincerely.

Uriah thought it was a little funny.

If it had to be that easy, he wouldn't be so desperate to seek help from a strange god who didn't know good and evil, and Gotham wouldn't be so bad.

Ulea still shook her head: "I won't go to Arkham."

Gordon frowned. He wanted to tell Ulea that this was not up to him to decide, but he thought he didn't have to explain anything to the lunatic, so he stood up and said, "We will temporarily send you to the detention cell, if you have a lawyer ..."

"Let's put it this way, officer, I think you may have made a mistake." Uriah interrupted him.

In this interrogation, it was not their Gotham Police Department that dominated the scene.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

He looked at Uriah Hart, and in the next second, he saw the strange light in the latter's eyes flowing violently.

Then he heard the lunatic in front of him speak calmly, even gently:

"As I said, officer, there are always things in this world that you try to do but can't do, just like you want to send me to Arkham, and you know it's absolutely impossible by yourself... ..."

Before he finished speaking, the handcuffs on his hands suddenly fell off automatically, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"It's hard to accept, isn't it?"

"You—what are you doing!" Gordon was stunned by the unscientific scene in front of him. Could it be that he didn't wear the handcuffs securely just now?Impossible, he has arrested so many prisoners, how could he make such a low-level mistake!

"Officer, you must have experienced a lot of inability to sit in this position." Ulea said softly, with a certain unspeakable sense of bewilderment in his voice, as if there was another voice hidden in it, forming some kind of Weird and scalp-numbing harmony, "Tell me, in that situation, would you crawl out of the mud with all your strength, or stay where you were, waiting for someone who couldn't protect itself to reach out to you A helping hand? Or... seeking help from a supreme being?"

His body began to gradually mist.

"Wait a minute! Stop!" Gordon looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He took out the gun in a very quick reaction, and before he had time to say anything, he saw Uriah stretch out her nebulized hand and gently press it down.

Gordon lost his footing and almost fell to his knees!

The police station suddenly fell to pieces. No one could adapt to the sudden heavy pressure immediately. Even the chandelier on the ceiling was shaking wildly and almost fell down!

Gordon resisted the pressure on his body, struggled for a while and failed to stand up, so he could only raise his head to look at Uriah with difficulty.

In the entire police station, it seemed that he was the only one who was not affected. His thin body stood tall, and his dark, indifferent eyes looked down on everyone.

"Thank you, officer. Goodbye." After Yuriah said a few words, she completely atomized and disappeared into the police station.

……

Gordon looked at all this in shock, his cognition was overturned at this moment.

Maybe Uriah is a mutant, but Gordon subconsciously thinks he's not.

No other mutant has brought him such a strange, vast, mysterious and distant feeling.

As Uriah herself said, it was like the handwriting of a god.

Is what he said true?

In this world...is there really a god that transcends the limit of human imagination and crosses dimensions?

……

Ulea staggered and appeared in a nearby alley out of thin air.

He leaned on the wall and coughed violently for a long time, thick gray mist gushed out from his mouth and nose and dissipated in the air.

[Pollution degree +2.94%]

He added a new ability to this body just now. After all, if the ability is too little, self-protection will become a big problem.

This brand new ability is space jump.

But obviously, jumping in space is not something everyone can bear. Uriah Hart's body seems to be a little weak, but such a simple teleportation actually makes Hawthorn feel sick.

Of course, in order to control the degree of pollution, this ability is subject to many restrictions.

First of all, teleportation can only be performed within 100 meters, and each use will increase the pollution degree.

This caused his current pollution level to soar again, reaching 9.62%!

This is already a critical value, which means that Uriah can no longer use those abilities that are too polluting in a short time.

He was about to take a break when he heard a loud voice behind him.

Ulea coughed and observed the surrounding environment.

This seems to be an alley.

In Gotham, such alleys are generally not safe, let alone on such a starless night.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rapid and violent knock on the door.

Ulea turned her head, and at a glance, she saw a burly man holding a wine bottle and smashing the door of a resident. gas.

"Open the door for me!" he roared, "Stinky bastard..."

Ulea: "..."

real or fake?The domestic violence men in this world have not died yet?No way no way?

The drunk continued to shout:

"I know you're inside! Come here and open the door for me, you bitch, if you dare to pretend to be dead, I'll beat you to death today, you're so fucking daring..."

There are some unsavory obscenities behind it.

Yulia picked his ears and said, "Hey, be quiet, you drunkard, you can bite your tongue when you say dirty words."

The drunk man froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone to stand up.His anger seemed to have suddenly found a vent, and he looked fiercely in the direction of Uriah, and smashed the wine bottle in his hand without hesitation——

"Shut up! Meddle in other people's business, if you talk too much, you will be killed!"

Ulea looked at the flying glass wine bottle, moved her finger slightly, and the wine bottle shattered out of thin air not far in front of him.

"It's late at night, don't be so angry." He said with a smile, "What a nuisance to the people."

Accompanied by crisp shattering sounds, the shards of glass seemed to be manipulated, and flew past him with inertia, but none of them landed on him.

This strange scene fell into the eyes of someone hiding in the dark, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly, revealing a look of astonishment.

The drunk man was very drunk at this time, and he didn't know what happened. He heard the sound of glass breaking and thought it was smashed crookedly, and cursed "lucky bastard".

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a scream and covered his mouth, blood flowed out from his mouth which was full of the smell of wine.

"F**k!" He roared, followed by another scream, blood spurting out with the pronunciation of the dirty word.

He covered his bleeding mouth, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the screams were uncontrollable, creepy in the dark night.

It's like a curse has been fulfilled.

He literally bites his tongue when he swears.

……

Uriah, who turned to leave, glanced at her state.

[Pollution degree +0.16%]

Using the power of the secret star's eye body will always cause some impact, but a mere 0.16 is not a big problem.He looked down at the shards of glass at his feet, and kicked it in disgust.

Just such a wine bottle requires him to spend pollution to deal with it. The fighting power of this body is really too weak.

While thinking this way, he raised his eyes and looked in another direction.

One of the two very high-quality believers he just acquired is rushing here under his own control.

After all, Uriah Hart's sanity is too low, and his combat effectiveness is not very good, and now he is being targeted by Falcone's people, and he is at a critical moment of pollution. Someone must protect him.

He turned around and left the alley as if nothing had happened, leaving the foul-speaking man screaming with his mouth covered while still spraying dirty.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was finally opened.

A woman with disheveled hair and a pale face opened the door tremblingly, looking at the man with red eyes who sprayed blood all over the ground in fear.

Seeing that his wife finally opened the door, the man burst into rage on the spot from the pain, picked up an empty wine bottle on the ground and wanted to hit him, and shouted vaguely: "Stinky bastard!" , only now came to open the door, to see if I don’t beat you to death... ah!"

There was another scream, another wound was added to his scarred tongue, and the raised wine bottle was thrown straight at the panicked woman.

"Snapped!"

There was a sound of glass shattering, but it wasn't that the wine bottle hit the person, but a bat dart flying out of nowhere smashed the wine bottle.

Dick Grayson in Robin's uniform swung down from the tall building and kicked the domestic violence man to the ground.

He grabbed the chin of the drunk man who was screaming in pain, snapped it, forcing him to open his mouth, then took out a miniature flashlight from nowhere, and shone it straight into his mouth.

——The tongue was already bloody and bloody, it looked creepy.But even so, the drunk didn't pass out from the pain, he just endured the severe pain alive and screamed crazily.

Dick nearly froze.

It was at this moment of facing the horror that he realized.

Perhaps in this city shrouded in darkness, a real monster was finally born.