Chapter 38 Surprise Ahead

Cynthia lowered her head and was reading the manuscript for tomorrow's speech. Although she knew that she would be interrupted if she didn't read very far, she still recited it seriously.

If it must be said, she has always been someone who takes what she does seriously, whether she needs it or not.

"I've already arranged for people to do it, so don't worry."

She turned over a corner of the manuscript and said lightly.

"I know, I just stopped by to see you."

Ashe walked out slowly from behind the curtain, and said with a smile on her face.

Cynthia looked up at her with a sad expression, "Have you decided not to use the code name of Judge?"

Ashe tilted her head, and tugged at the curtain beside her with her hand.

"The city doesn't need a shadow above the law. She emerges, dies, and ends up as a symbol. That's for the best."

Reason tells Cynthia that what Ashe said is true.

But the sensibility made her unable to bear to cover her face, and tears fell down the cracks between her fingers.

"You are too much."

She couldn't help complaining.

She only told her the truth, is she so sure that she can keep the secret?

Cynthia was both happy and sad.

Ashe smiled, opened the window of the mayor's office, and from the municipal building, he could see the sculpture standing underneath.

The adjudicator held his black sword of judgment in one hand, and a double-sided gold coin in the other. His face was covered by a visor, and he looked extremely majestic.

She stared at the sculpture full of power and beauty, and murmured: "If God himself is unfair, how can he judge people?"

That sculpture is really well done, no one should be able to tell from it that she is actually the adjudicator.

The Goddess of War shown in this sculpture can punch ten of her with one punch.

Cynthia still lowered her head, "I've already arranged the things you need, do you have anything else to say?"

She selfishly wanted to spend some time with her God again, but it was impossible.

Ashe pinched her chin and thought about it, she really didn't have anything extra to do.

"Well... take care of yourself, the future plan will have a great impact on you, but as long as you get through that period of time, the road ahead will be smooth."

In her plan, Cynthia's position as mayor will not be shaken, so she doesn't have to worry about her betrayal.

Ashe believed that she could distinguish between immediate interests and distant future interests, which was more important.

Cynthia smiled, "Without your appreciation, I would not be able to achieve what I am doing now, so I will do my best to accomplish what you want me to do."

She will not betray her god, even if her god always thinks that she is doing everything for profit.

Ashe didn't say anything, just patted Cynthia's shoulder with her hand, and then left.

Cynthia sat on the chair, sighed softly, and looked out the window.

It's sunny outside, and it doesn't look as dark as it used to be.

"Gotham..."

She sighed, no one could see her thoughts.

There are quite a few children on the side of the shopping street. It is time to go home after class. They are holding hands, laughing and running past pedestrians.

"oops!"

A child who was busy chatting with friends ran straight into a tall, thin wall.

He turned his head timidly, and said sorry to the person he bumped into.

It doesn't sound so sincere, it's more of a fear.

The child saw clearly the person she had just bumped into. She was wearing a windbreaker and a scarf on a hot day. She didn't look like a good person.

It's like the villain that my mother said would capture the child.

He was even more frightened, and even trembled slightly while holding his little friend's hand.

Ashe is not a good person Black, under the cushioning effect of the belly armor, she didn't feel how uncomfortable she was just hit.

"fine."

She waved her hand at the child who was about to cry.

Ashe looked at the familiar storefront on the shopping street, and found that the inside was blocked by a silver barrier early on.

"..."

She silently watched the store that accepted her first.

Ashe remembered Mila's accusation when they parted ways.

She is also able to understand her thoughts.

She's never been the righteous idiot she imagined her to be, and those two words don't even have anything to do with her.

Under the guidance of her parents, she is used to questioning things that she doesn't like because she knows she is right and that's all.

As for... the word idiot, if she is an idiot, then maybe only 0.001% of the people in the world are not idiots.

The friend that Mila considers, the "Ashe" she accepts is the person she imagined from beginning to end.

But the friendship that lasted for more than three years was not fake, it just couldn't stand the consideration of reality.

Although regrettable, she has long since learned to accept these imperfections.

Gaining, then losing, was just repeating what she had been repeating for the past five years.

Ashe sighed, and opened the mailbox next to the store door.

She stuffed a big black unremarkable envelope into it, and left Mila's shop without looking back.

Did not take another look.

Inside the envelope lay a savings card that could guarantee Mila to spend the rest of her life normally.

It was Ashe's apology for ruining Mila's life.

And, a thank you that will never be said again.

Hannibal stood in his courtyard, slowly watering the plants with a small watering pot.

His yard is large enough to hold his favorite flowers and grow his favorite vegetables.

Pure natural green, pollution-free, non-GMO, clean and hygienic.

He looked at the lush plants in the yard and put down the kettle with satisfaction.

Then when he turned around, he saw Ashe standing behind him.

She was dressed in black, like a bat spirit that appeared during the day, all in all, she was very weird.

Hannibal: Instant Disappearance of Good Mood.jpg

The smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Ashe who was covering her tightly, and said slowly: "Hey, long time no see, are you going to arrest me and hand it over to gcpd, or do you plan to do it yourself?"

He knew that the other party would not do this, but he said it anyway.

Observing humans is his hobby, and it's good that this guy in front of him can provide him with a brand new sample.

Ashe looked at Hannibal and spread her hands, "Who do you think I am? I didn't want to do that."

She raised her smiling face and said, looking very unbeatable, "Teacher, I'm hungry."

Ashe: Teacher, hungry, Fanfan (Star Eyes.jpg)

Hannibal twitched his lips, turned and pushed open the door of the house.

"Come in, but you're only allowed to eat vegetables."

Ashe followed him in, watching Hannibal slowly turn on the lights on the wall one by one.

Compared with when she came here before, the furniture in this room has changed a lot. It is estimated that the newly caught newcomer destroyed the furniture, so that Hannibal would like to provide a new set of furniture.

Ashe: Is it true that you won't be infected with prions?

Sometimes she also thinks this way, but she also knows that with Hannibal's caution, he will not put food in his mouth if he has not prepared it properly.

She really wants to say that she doesn't want to just eat vegetables, and she is not a herbivore.

But after thinking about the types of meat here in Hannibal, she decided to eat vegetables.

Jason's cooking is delicious, so he won't just feed her vegetables QAQ

Ashe sat at the table, thinking about whether the other party liked the big gift she gave.

I don't know if his anger will subside if he does this.

Hannibal slowly spread the vegetable leaves into the pot one by one, and brushed the sauce on it with a brush.

"You really did a great job."

He gracefully turned the vegetable leaves with a spatula in his hand.

That is to say, the words come with a sense of yin and yang irony, maybe this is the realm of a psychological master.

Ashe propped her chin up and waited for the meal, and the fingers of both hands were nodding back and forth on her face as if she couldn't rest.

"It's a little smaller than I thought. It should be because some smart people came out to stop it."

She originally thought it would be more chaotic, but the current effect is also within the critical line of conservative estimates, and overall she is quite satisfied.

The crisp lettuce leaves also have crystal clear water droplets, flashing rainbow-like light under the sunlight, and the hot sauce is brushed on it, sizzling with oil.

It makes people look appetizing.

Hannibal lifted the vegetable leaves with a fork and put them on a white plate, and also took a small tomato to decorate.

"As I said, you only understand and use that knowledge, but you don't understand the true inner nature of human beings."

The former psychologist, who is now escaping the ogre, put the plate in front of Ashe gracefully, "Please."

He seemed quite satisfied with his vegetable dishes.

Ashe took a fork and forked it onto the small tomato, and the red juice squirted out.

"Didn't you already know that?"

She bit off the little tomato with one bite, pointing to her head while puffing her cheeks.

"I'm sick here."

Her brown eyes were as clear as glass.

Hannibal glanced at her, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a piece of meat in front of her.

"I know, so I'm really curious how you can still fall in love."

He was actually quite interested. After all, people with the same illness as Ashe were all cold antisocial personalities. As a result, a lovestruck appeared in front of him.

Ah, no, it should be said that it is a high-intelligence anti-social lovestruck who cannot tolerate sand in his eyes because of his love partner.

Ashe lowered her eyes and focused on biting the lettuce, she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "I don't know, all in all, it's just falling in love, it's unreasonable, it seems to be arranged by heaven."

Hannibal sneered, "You? Do you still believe in God?"

Ashe took a bite of the lettuce expressionlessly, "Occasionally, but most of the time I just trust myself."

Hannibal spread his hands in regret, "The double-faced man really did something wrong, and I almost got a sample of a high-intelligence anti-social personality that has been cultivated and grown into a good person."

Ashe turned his head and used the remote to switch on the TV set on the cabinet, "Why do you always treat other people as research objects? If you really have nothing to do, why don't you start a relationship."

She waved her fist and defended herself, "I'm not a high IQ sociopath, how many times have I said that!"

She just can't fully understand the human mind.

Hannibal raised his head and listened to the content on the TV with his ears sideways, while using a knife to cut the prepared meat into a size that could be stuffed into his mouth in one bite.

He pretended not to hear Ashe's protests, she was normal sometimes, and she really didn't look like a high-intelligence anti-social personality.

But he would not change his diagnosis, at most he would admit that her parents were well educated.

Hannibal decided to change the subject.

They had argued so many times before that there was no need to waste time.

"Not everyone is as lucky as you."

He picked up a piece of meat that was bleeding hemoglobin with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ashe wiped her mouth with a napkin, folded the napkin after wiping her mouth, and put it aside.

"I still have business to talk about when I come here this time, and this may be the only time for such small talk."

Hannibal sat across from her with a plate, his expression looked a little speechless, "Because of what you did, almost every citizen of Gotham now has a wanted warrant, and people like me have to worry about whether they will be recognized when they go to the street.Come out and beat them to death."

Ashe looked at the meat on his plate and was a little greedy, but she still stopped with her own reason.

After all, she doesn't want to eat meat of the same kind,''this is still a bit ahead of her time.

"I'm sorry? This is a side effect, and I didn't expect that the citizens of Gotham have suppressed their grievances for a long time."

Hannibal put the meat into his mouth with a fork, speechless, "Dare you say that you didn't have a premonition of today's result? Do you think I'm easy to cheat or something else."

Ashe grinned with big white teeth, "If you think so, there's nothing you can do about it."

Hannibal wanted to roll his eyes a little bit, this guy's tail that he wanted to show off could hardly be covered, what else is he pretending to be here.

He pointed to where Ashe's chest was, "The beast in your chest is roaring, don't let it swallow you."

Ashe leaned back on the chair, stroked her fallen bangs with her right hand, and puffed up her cheeks to blow some of the hair that slipped out.

"As long as he is there, the beast will not break through the last obstacle."

She wants to be his backstage, his pillar, telling everyone that she is behind him.

If one day Jason is going to be sacrificed for some reason, then he has to think about her who will lose control after losing him.

That was her Jason Todd, her little prince of Crime Lane who deserved all the best in the world.

Hannibal was soured by her unabashed love, and grinned, feeling that the meat in his mouth was no longer tasty.

"I don't understand you guys who love first."

One day she will be killed by her own love.

Hannibal thought.

Ashe expressed disdain for the sour words of the older single teacher.

"To be honest, if you don't want to stay in Gotham in the future, where will you go in the future?"

The whole state of New Jersey is messed up, Gotham and next door Bludhaven is a stark example, well, except for Metropolis, which is a special case.

Thinking of how he was planning to kill Superman's partner Luther in a fancy way every day, Ashe felt that he died of drought and died of waterlogging.

She smiled, and continued, "You'd better pay attention, after all, the situation in the future will become more and more extreme."

"However, you are a person who likes to have fun, who knows what you will do in the future."

Hannibal slowly put away his knife and fork, and wiped the gravy and sauce off the plate with a napkin.

"In order to survive, it's okay to wrong yourself once in a while."

You can have fun anytime, but you only have one life.

Be happy for a while or be happy for a lifetime, he can still tell which is right and which is wrong.

"I really want to ask you, what do you want to do in the future? The situation in Gotham is already chaotic enough."

He threw the question back at Ashe.

Ashe rested her right hand on half of her face, and put her elbow on the table. The sun shone on one side of her face and cast a shadow on the other side.

"Teacher, under what circumstances do you think a person's crime cannot be called a crime?"

Instead of answering Hannibal's question, she asked like this.

Hannibal squeezed his chin with his hands, thinking with great interest, "Self-defense should not be considered a crime when life is in danger. But this sometimes depends on the judge's thinking, and justifiable self-defense is defined as deliberate self-defense.There are also many who commit crimes or are overly defensive."

Ashe shook her fingers with her hand, and the light passing through the shaking fingers illuminated her eyes.

It gave Hannibal a chilling feeling of being stared at by wild beasts.

"What you said can indeed be regarded as one kind, but there are others, such as group crimes. The law does not punish the masses for crimes committed by the masses, right?"

Hannibal's hand on his chin relaxed slightly, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

No wonder she deliberately left space for those who would be refuted, so she was waiting here.

"How big is the scope of your crowd? The entire crowd of Gotham, or what?"

Ashe smiled and waved her hands, "How is it possible, the base number is too big."

"At most, there will be sixty to seventy percent."

She calmly said shocking words.

He quickly calculated 60 to 70% of Gotham's citizen base in his mind, which is really a shocking number.

It's as if had dinner tonight...

Hannibal couldn't help laughing, he pointed to his head and said, "I didn't expect your illness to be cured at all, you are even crazier."

Listen to these words, which normal person can think of this?

What's even more frightening is that Hannibal clearly knew that this weak-looking guy in front of him could really do what he said, and he wasn't just trying to talk for a while.

Even she still said the minimum effect, the actual situation often exceeds the minimum effect.

Ashe stood up from the table, pushed the chair, and made a smart but non-standard thank you gift.

"Thank you for your compliment."

She rolled the paper towels she had just used into a paper ball, stretched out her hand, and threw it into the trash basket not far away.

Thanks again to Luther for the technology.

She thought casually in her heart.

"As a reward for having a good meal just now, let me give you another piece of advice. Leave Gotham now, the sooner the better, at most tomorrow noon, the chaos in Gotham will escalate again under excessive fermentation."

Hannibal also stood up, expressing contempt for this kind of behavior of turning his face and denying people after the meal.

"Is this how you treat your teacher?"

Ashe recalled her past teachers, and the latest riddle man is still hanging on the clock tower.

So she defended herself confidently.

"In fact, you are the best paid teacher of all my teachers."

The other teachers are either dead, or half-dead and crazy, but he is still alive and well, which is really good.

Hannibal laughed angrily, "Then why do you keep me? I should meet your judgment standards very well."

Ashe turned the handle of the outer door, "I'm not a god, and I can't be above the law. At most, I can be regarded as an outsider who walks on the edge of the law. Why should I judge you?"

Hannibal looked at the woman standing with the backlight, as if in a daze, he saw the girl who always liked to ask all kinds of questions many years ago.

【"When encountering unreasonable things and unfair treatment, instead of relying on others, why not say it yourself and do it yourself?"

The brown-haired brown-eyed girl asked him suspiciously.

Hannibal adjusted the decorative glasses in front of his eyes.

"Not everyone can achieve what they think of, and it is often a small number of people who get what they want."

He looked out the window, and the unfettered birds were flying freely.

"And people are often constrained by various conditions such as reality, psychology, and experience, so that they dare not say or do it."

The girl followed his gaze and looked out the window.

The girl who had a beast bound by a rope in her heart let out a quiet oh.

But Hannibal could see the beast behind the door through her eyes.

What a beautiful, what a cruel beast.

he sighed."

"Yeah, you were never a god."

he said with a smile.

No matter how stern and selfless people are, they have their own selfishness, not to mention that Ashe is not a stern and selfless person.

Ashe turned around, embraced the sun, closed her eyes, and could even smell the fresh fragrance of flowers and grass in the garden.

"Teacher, to be honest, I feel that I am extremely free now."

In today's Gotham, whatever she wants to do is easy and free.

But she didn't do that, and she didn't even hesitate to let the "judgment" status go offline directly.

"But I understand a little bit why I have to restrain myself."

If one day, the beast's claws will hurt her dear little prince.

Then she would rather lose her freedom and keep her true self behind the door forever.

Just like she used to do.

However, under her temptation, it seemed that she didn't have to do that, even if she exposed her true self.

Jason was able to accept her for who she was.

This made Ashe feel extremely happy.

So she was going to give him the last two gifts.

She understood that he would definitely be pleasantly surprised.

Maybe even kiss her.

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Future Jason: Thank you, was really surprised and happy (the fist is hard.jpg)