American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

There are countless thefts in the hell's kitchen, but Schiller has never heard of a Hell's Kitchen thief who would stare at the cake and steal, not only the cake, but also Schiller's ground coffee powder, soda Cookies and jam.

Is this thief a reincarnation of a starving ghost? It's not enough to steal four pounds of cake a day, but also to add half a catty of soda crackers, two cans of ground coffee and three bottles of jam.

He's not afraid of killing himself, Schiller thought.

Of course, even though it wasn't anything important to lose, Schiller still had to catch the thief and figure out how he stole it.

Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little bit of fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse he rarely visited in the house, waiting for the thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote in a notebook the story he would use to fool Gu Yi next.

Instilling the concept of the King of Yellow Clothes into Gu Yi is not a purposeless act of Schiller. In the worldview of the Marvel universe, there are countless cosmic demons, such as the Trinity Weishan Emperor, Gu Yi borrowed his power.

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered. Some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, and some say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race, and they basically look strange.

The real Cthulhu literature is more systematic, everything starts from the devil Azatos, but Schiller and Gu Yi mentioned another system, that is, Chambers once wrote in his short story A cursed script fictionalized in "The King in Yellow Clothes".

The setting in this script is more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythology. In the far-off star cluster, on Lake Harry in the ancient city of Karcosa, an ancient outer god, the king in yellow, is imprisoned. He witnessed the fall of two black suns, and he was later set as the representative of "wind" in the Old Ones, and became a mortal enemy with Cthulhu.

And the most well-known is a mark that belongs to him in the setting of the King of Yellow Clothes - the yellow seal.

But in fact, none of this is important. The important thing is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to Gu Yi.

He can use the identity of a psychiatrist to talk to Stark, or he can play the role of Little Spider's life mentor, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil treats him as a criminal.

But Gu Yi was different. If Schiller didn't have a mysterious and powerful identity, the powerful Supreme Mage would not listen to him.

Since Schiller had read the comics, he knew that in the worldview of the Marvel universe, there was also the existence of the Old Ones, and now he reminded Gu Yi, and if Gu Yi went to verify, she would find out that Schiller played Ha Everything that Star said was true, there was a group of blind and foolish Old Ones who were imprisoned in extra dimensions, but no one knew if they would ever return to Earth.

As long as Gu Yi has a three-point confidence in the identity of the king in yellow, played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of information he wants from Gu Yi.

In the process of waiting for the thief trap to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the setting of the Hyades star cluster.

And the thief didn't make Schiller wait too long,

On a dark and windy night, there was rarely a gunshot in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller was lying on the bed, half asleep when he heard a loud noise from the warehouse downstairs.

He immediately woke up and knew that the trap he laid had worked. He really didn't expect that he could actually catch this thief with a piece of cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the lights, because if the other party had a gun and found him coming down, he would definitely aim here in advance. For his own safety, when Schiller walked to the other side of the corridor, he planned to use flash to teleport directly, so that the opponent could be caught off guard.

Just when he was about to flash, he suddenly found that the door of the warehouse was open. Could it be that this thief was not controlled by the fear gas? Can you even open the door and walk out? This is a little off.

Schiller gave up the plan to flash, because once teleportation passed, not only would the thief have to react for a while, but Schiller himself would have about two seconds to accept the unfamiliar environment, and he did this every time he teleported.

He found that the thief didn't seem to notice himself. He tiptoed against the wall and walked along the corridor, only to find an extremely short figure, only about the height of a person's calf, and a round figure walked through the crack of the door. He came out and complained while walking: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake smell like a digester?"

Schiller looked at the figure and hesitated, then he turned around, touched the switch of the electric light, and turned on the light with a "pop".

The round creature on the opposite side screamed, and instantly wanted to run when all fours landed on the ground. Schiller stretched out his right hand, a magic trick of taking objects from the air, and the creature was directly caught in his hand.

Schiller's face was ugly, and he felt the fluffy touch in his hand. In his hand, it was a yellow one with two long ears, round and fat, and a lightning-shaped tail. —Pikachu.

"Shit! Let me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's the matter with you?! How could you catch me? Let me go!"

Now Schiller's face is ugly, and he never dreamed that in such a serious, even slightly dark story, how could a yellow-haired electric mouse appear?

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming voice was vaguely familiar. Isn't this the voice of Deadpool?

Schiller recalled with some horror that there was indeed a movie in Hollywood about Pikachu, and that was "Detective Pikachu". The Pikachu in this movie was indeed the same voice as Deadpool.

Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, grabbed its two short hands, and said, "You stole my cake, soda biscuits, coffee powder, and jam?"

Pikachu's eyes twitched for a while, and its cute and exploding face showed a humane expression of disgust, and said in the voice of Deadpool: "Hey, man, I really don't know about you. Why is the taste so bad, the soda crackers you bought turned out to be butter-free and horribly unpalatable, and that jam, how could you like strawberry jam? That's really not my taste, and next time you cut it After the cake, can you not put the cake knife on top of the cake? You know it's dirty?"

Schiller is holding Pikachu in one hand and covering his eyes with one hand. This is really a huge mental pollution to him. In the face of Pikachu's complaints, he is really powerless to refute, because his taste is indeed the same as that of a real American. Not quite the same.

"Listen, you thief, first of all, you stole my food again and again, and second, you don't even feel any guilt, it seems that you are a repeat offender..."

"Come on." Pikachu waved his hand, and it said, "Obviously you are not a normal person, no ordinary person can talk to him calmly after seeing a mouse speak."

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu, mainly because the appearance of Pikachu brought a huge impact on his worldview.

You know, he was just chatting with Batman about the ideals of life in the dark Gotham, and in a blink of an eye, this yellow mouse with a taste of Deadpool appeared in front of him, which made Schiller not short-circuit his brain. ?

Next, does he have to go for a walk in the surrounding grass? After collecting all Pokémon companions, go to challenge each gym?

This style of painting is completely wrong, isn't it? !

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only the height of a human calf, it has the mouth of a dead servant!

The deadliest part of Deadpool's body!

The good thing is that I didn't learn at all!

Get rid of its essence and take its dross, it belongs to yes!

This reminded Schiele of reading comics in the previous life, the comic pages that were often taken up by Deadpool's words frame at every turn. Now the Deadpool version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Spider are all together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in the comics, he would probably be blocked so much that he couldn't even see his face.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu", the setting of Pikachu is actually the setting of the Japanese game of the same name. The detective, judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, he is indeed not low in IQ, and he is definitely not a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat on the sofa facing each other, Pikachu held a cup of coffee in his short hand and said, "Actually, I have no memory, I only remember that after a flash, I fell into a It took me a lot of effort to get out of the garbage truck. I was so hungry that I walked for a long time, but this street is closed, and there is no one I can get in, only you, the back door of your warehouse seems to be It's not closed. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, it's my fault for stealing things, but I'm really hungry. If I make money, I will put I paid you for the cake."

Schiller applauded him, and then said: "I have to say, as a rat, your ideological awareness is really high and terrifying, if the rats all over the world can be as polite as you, then humans don't need to So many rodenticides have been invented."

"So you put rodenticide next to the cake today? That smells too bad. Seriously, that smell almost killed me."

"Actually, it's not a rodenticide. It's actually more terrifying than a rodenticide... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway."

Schiller put down the coffee cup, stared at Pikachu curiously, and said:

"So, do you know that?"

"What? What can I do?" Pikachu looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing the extremely humanized expression on the cute yellow face, Schiller felt mixed feelings in his heart. He said, "That's it..."

"what are you talking about?"

"Okay, Pikachu, listen, you said you wanted to make money and pay for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone else here would accept a yellow rat who can only talk to work, so if you want to To compensate for my losses, you can only stay with me to work, and if you want to get a chance to work, you have to show your boss what talents you have, right?"

"Oh, I see, you mean discharge, right? This is my housekeeping skill. With me, you can pay at least half of your electricity bill for a month, but I was too hungry before, and I haven't recovered yet. So it is estimated that 100,000 volts will not be released, but it is still no problem to charge your mobile phone..."

Having said that, UU Reading www.uukanshu. It landed on four short legs and ran to the table in a swish. It jumped on the table, took out Schiller's charging phone, and ran back to the sofa with the phone to show Schiller.

Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail stretched out, and the whole body flashed with electric light, and Schiller's mobile phone screen lit up, showing that it was charging, but the speed was not fast.

It seemed that Pikachu was trying to show off his abilities. It hugged the phone tightly, and swung its tail vigorously, and then stretched it out hard. Electric light buzzed all over its body, and the phone charged so fast that it charged 10 in almost a second. % electricity, just a second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "Bang!"

Pikachu's yellow fur was blown black, and he exhaled a puff of black smoke, then he helplessly looked down at the phone that had exploded in his arms, and said, "It seems that you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I will. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for it for the rest of my life."

Schiller covered his forehead and said, "Your performance is really wonderful, it surprised me. I really can't imagine that there is such a useful charging socket in this world."

Pikachu heard his yin and yang, and just as he was about to speak, Schiller said, "Okay, but this is not what I want to see."

"Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? I don't know how..."

"Of course you know, that's it..."

Schiller stared at Pikachu with bright eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated look, like eating shit.

Under Schiller's gaze, it reluctantly turned around, jumped onto the back of the sofa, and let out a loud—

"PIKA-PIKA!!"

Schiller was satisfied.