Chapter 27 I’m Fine

There are no beautiful fairy tales in this world.

She knew it, she already knew it.

"Teacher, will I die?"

Ashe lay on the back seat of Hannibal's car, staring at the gray sunshield with open eyes.

Hannibal squinted at her through the rearview mirror.

She was still wearing the red wig, its curls spread out over the seat like crimson seaweed.

A goddess in distress is still a goddess, even though her red hair is dull and her white robes are stained with blood and burns.

He withdrew his gaze and began to think about why he had anything to do with this lunatic.

"I don't know, it's up to you."

Ashe was still staring at the light barrier, and the voices of the parade passers-by could still be heard as the car drove.

The god was lying on the back seat covered in blood, listening to the prayers and fanatical shouts of the believers.

The nights in Gotham are no longer silent and belong to gang fights. People in the parade are chanting the Goddess of Justice aloud, hoping that the next person judged by the Goddess will be the one they hate.

Ashe knows, this is just the beginning.

Once there is an opening for this kind of thing, the follow-up will intensify, and all those who have hatred in their hearts will stand behind her and raise the flag of rebellion against the existing law.

Until the law really sees what people need and makes changes.

"Teacher, can you change my posture for me? I'm still in my period."

After a while, she spoke again.

Hannibal finally couldn't hold back and put his hand on his forehead.

"You are really... Anyway, the back seat is full of blood, it doesn't matter where you rub it."

When Ashe said this, he remembered how he met her in the first place.

It was a sunny afternoon, he had just finished his lunch, and he was in a good mood.

Apart from the fact that the bile tasted a bit bitter, everything else was perfect.

"I heard that you beat up a male student in your class. The school thought you had criminal and violent tendencies, so you came to me."

Hannibal, who was a junior high school psychology teacher at the time, held a notepad in his hand, and said while looking at the girl sitting across from him with bruises and bruises on her face.

The girl looked like she wanted to laugh, but there was a bruise on her face involved, so she had to keep her face blank.

She has a pair of very beautiful eyes, like amber flowing in the sun.

But now, those eyes were full of mockery.

"Did you kill someone, oh, you also ate, um, bile is very bitter, right?"

The girl in the brown leather jacket leaned back on the chair, looked at the stunned teacher, and sneered.

"No way, don't you think others can't see it? Oh, if it's the gcpd group of wastes, they really can't see it, only the eccentric group of idiots who only know how to mess with each other can't even notice this."

Hannibal held the decorative flat mirror on the bridge of his nose, and put his hand in the pocket of his white coat, where there was a sharp scalpel.

However, the girl turned her face away with some disdain, tilted her head back, revealing her fair neck, and made big gestures.

"Mr. Murderer, do you want to kill me with that scalpel of yours? Then come on, come here, the blood in the aorta is spurting fast, and you can still pretend that it's my menstrual bleeding."

Hannibal looked at her and pulled his hand out of his pocket.

interesting.he thought.

"Did you hit them because they menstruated you?"

Hannibal folded his hands in a pyramid shape over his chest and leaned forward.

Ashe was still leaning back in her chair, her neck bared like a dying swan.

"It's amazing. You are indeed a master of psychology. Although I can't understand the papers you wrote. But it's not me who was humiliated, but a friend of mine."

She didn't raise her head to face Hannibal, she was still half-up in that strenuous and exhausting posture, her drooping hands clenched into fists.

"Since you are a psychology teacher, can you answer a question for me?"

Hannibal nodded, "Okay, you can ask."

Ashe: "Since people are born from the mother's womb, and there is more or less a woman in the family, why can they use menstruation to attack another woman? Why are sanitary napkins such a normal daily necessities?But hide it when you take it? Why should women, who are obviously half of the society, be ashamed of their own biological reactions?"

She yelled, venting her emotions to the teacher who might have killed someone just now.

Ashe: "I don't understand why my parents told me to be a good person and treat others well, but they couldn't do it! And I did, and they said I was a freak and meddling!"

Hannibal smiled, looked at Ashe and said, "What a simple question."

"It's not as advanced as my papers, and it's even ridiculously simple."

Ashe straightened up, looking at Hannibal who held out his hand to her.

"As long as you study with me for a while, you will naturally still know the answer."

Ashe blinked, feeling that the devil seemed to be beckoning to her, but she couldn't help but want to explore.

The clouds in the sky covered the sun, and the crows' crows sounded outside the window, it was the time of the devil.

"If you can tell me the answer now, I will learn from you."

Hannibal smiled, "Because the weak always want to bully the weaker, it's as simple as that."

Ashe frowned, "But I don't want to bully those who are weaker than me, or I don't think anyone is weak, everyone has talents in different fields."

Hannibal rested his cheeks and looked at the weird genius in front of him, "Then study and get your own answer."

"I regret."

Hannibal said.

The car drove to the bridge from Gotham to Metropolis, Ashe gasped and laughed, "What do you regret? Regret being my teacher?"

Hannibal just shook his head and didn't answer her question.

"I'm going to see Luther later, have you thought about what to say? Let me explain in advance that he is not as manipulative as your subordinates."

Ashe blinked, and put her hands on her waist which had just been bandaged.

"I know. I don't want to manipulate him with simple words."

Hannibal chuckled, "Although you still can't understand other people's thoughts, your way of manipulating people's hearts is really successful."

"What do you want to do next? Be King of Gotham?"

Ashe shook her head, "No, I'm not interested in that."

She just wants to let the person she likes live happily, drink a cup of coffee when she is busy, and read a good book when she is free, without getting hurt or sad again.

Even without her by his side.

Jason looked up in the direction of the Sanmen Bridge as if he had sensed something.

The subordinate asked with some doubts: "Boss, what happened?"

He withdrew his gaze, and the hood made a low, mechanically synthesized sound.

"fine."

He was just suddenly uneasy.

When Ashe left this morning, he said that he would go to the Metropolis for a weekend with his friends, and he also sent him a text message on time to report that he was safe.

It should be fine.

Red Hood withdrew his emotions, turned his head and asked his subordinates, "Have all the poisonous fear gases been dismantled?"

The subordinate nodded, "All the found weapons have been put in the warehouse, and you can use them anytime if you need."

The red hood walked out without looking back, "Destroy them all."

The subordinate was stunned. He didn't expect his boss to go to great lengths to collect the fear gas for destruction. He thought it would be used for some other activities.

After all, everyone in Gotham knows that fear gas is a pervasive killing weapon.

"I said, destroy them all."

Red Hood turned his head and repeated in a low voice.

Although the subordinate was puzzled, he didn't want to risk his life because of this, so he quickly responded, "Yes!"

Back at the safe house, he pulled out his phone.

"Jason: Where are you guys now? Are you having fun?

Disobedient little plush ball: just arrived in the city center!The sunshine in the metropolis is so good. wonder if will meet Superman?I hope he is as handsome as the news said~

Jason: Oh, you guys have fun.

Disobedient little plush ball: cat kisses.jpg But I still love you the most!"

On the other side, Mila responded to the message with the note "Cool guy who is pleasant at home" according to the prompt left by Ashe.

She couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing, how did Ashe predict what the red hood would say? Is she a prophet?"

Jason put away his phone, and the uneasiness in his heart still didn't subside.

He looked at the green plants in the safe house and murmured, "Elizabeth, Metropolis should be safer than Gotham."

She'll be fine, right?

The green plant Elizabeth does not understand human sentimentality, and its leaves stretch in the wind, silently.

The author has something to say:

Ashe: I'm fine, don't worry about me.(dying soon.jpg)

To explain, Ashe in junior high school scolded gcpd because after she beat up that boy, the gcpd people not only didn't think that boy was wrong, but also said that taking sanitary napkins should be done secretly, and not everyone wants toKnow her menstrual period.

Ashe was a good boy in junior high school, and generally would not swear at others unless the other party really owed it.

Sanitary napkins are very common daily necessities, say no to menstrual shame!