The Document of Incidents Chapter 9

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"What do you think the state of that... creature that appeared before was like?"

It took Asher Fujimaru a long time to adapt to the position on Jason's shoulders. Fortunately, the reliable Mr. Yingling should have noticed the master's pale face this time, supported her with his arms, and adjusted her so that it was not so uncomfortable. The location --- is not much better though.

"The failed products of a certain research, zombies, living dead..." Jason said flatly, "There are many people in this city who like to do such evil things."

"It sounds too bad..." Asher Fujimaru has no objection to the transformation of people. Among the heroic companions she has met is the famous artificial life form Frankenstein. She is just very uncomfortable with the premise of 'living human transformation'.

Jason told her in a calm, narrative voice, "This is Gotham, that's what Gotham is like."

Asher Fujimaru inexplicably sensed an unspeakable sadness from him.

She lowered her eyes. Gotham was beneath them. The streets were intricate and intricate, like old spider webs, and the pools of water reflected the sky.

The heroic spirit's superior physical fitness is enough for the opponent to carry Asher Fujimaru and fly across the high and low roofs. His posture is light and light, as if he has a pair of wings on his back.

The city under their feet was dark, with gloomy clouds hanging over the earth. Under this gray tone, Gotham was like a bucket of sewage washed with paint, chaotic and unclean, breeding soil of ugliness.

"There must be something good about it." Asher Fujimaru couldn't help but whisper.

The magical link between the heroic spirit and her sent a weak emotional beat. Asher Fujimaru never liked to look at anything with established pessimism, so she had a conditioned reflexive refutation of Jason's almost straightforward statement.

But Jason just laughed a few times, as if he was helpless or didn't care. The hand of Asher Fujimaru grabbing his back seemed to be able to feel the slight vibration in the other's body when he laughed.

"You can look for it," Jason told her, "if you can find it."

He had a knack for saying everything in a sarcastic way, but this time it sounded a bit serious.

When they returned to No. 43, less than an hour had passed. When they entered, the pendulum clock on the second floor had just finished its low ringing.

Jason put down Asher Fujimaru and put the safe aside with his other hand, "Will you open it now?"

Asher Fujimaru straightened her clothes, pushed down her hair that was messed up by the wind, and nodded quickly when she heard what he said.

The golden spirits gathered in Jason's hand, and then turned into a strange-looking dagger.

The blade of the dagger is curved and twisted into a wave shape, but the tip is still very sharp. Although he does not have clairvoyance like Mr. Meilin, Asher Fujimaru's eyes, which have been practicing seriously for several years, can still see the magic of 'Demon Breaking' attached to it.

The heroic spirit inserted the dagger into the gap between the doors of the box, and with a little force, the steel plate was opened. Then he casually broke it open with his hands, and the steel plate door of the safe was removed by the heroic spirit with his bare hands.

The safe performed its duty and rang twice. The sharp alarm died halfway and was crushed by Jason.

Putting away the somewhat deformed steel plate, Jason took out everything from the safe.

Although it sounds like there are a lot of things jingling, but in fact they are all fragmentary small objects that don't take up much space.

"What is this?" Asher Fujimaru gently pushed the object on the coffee table that emitted green light through her sleeves, "Stone? Gem?"

"Kryptonite," Jason explained. "The remains of an exploded planet."

"Oh...similar to a meteorite?"

Asher Fujimaru took a few steps back and kept a certain distance from the kryptonite: "Will there be radiation?"

"Short-term contact is fine, but long-term contact..."

Jason glanced at her and said, "I will put it away. This thing is not suitable for ordinary people's hands."

There was a lot of kryptonite in the safe, as well as several receipts and a sealed roll of film.

Asher Fujimaru took the film box and looked at it. The time was also marked on it. The light blue pen on the label paper hurriedly scratched it. The second half seemed to be scratched before the ink was dry, dragging out a blur of blue. There were ink marks, but it was still possible to make out that the date written was February 12th, which was the day Fitch said Marvin disappeared.

"It seems that this guy also took a private job and secretly resold kryptonite." Jason shook the receipt in his hand, and the paper shook up and down, making a thin sound.

"Is this contraband?" Asher Fujimaru cast a curious look at Kryptonite.

"Not really, it's just a convention... It's not something that should be held by most people." Jason said, "There are not many circulating goods on the market. Things are rare and expensive, and there are always people who are not afraid of trouble. Buy this for a great price."

"What can this do?"

The corners of Jason's mouth were raised, like a smile, full of irony, "It can only pull a 'god' down from the sky."

Asher Fujimaru seemed to understand but not understand, and decided to make up for the lessons when she had time - she knew too little about the world.

"Is God real here?"

It is not that she has never seen real gods. On the contrary, Asher Fujimaru has faced various miracles, whether it is the goddess of the underworld, the goddess of war symbolizing Venus, or the mother goddess of creation, but she has also witnessed human beings with her own eyes. Breaking with the gods, I heard King Gilgamesh announce on the walls of ancient Babylon that from now on, humans no longer need gods and can start a new era.

Asher Fujimaru knows that faith can save the soul, but he has also seen truly resilient humans.

"When people need him, he is God."

Jason smiled, "When you don't need it, it's an alien monster."

"So...this stone is a weapon against that 'god'?"

Jason nodded and held the receipt in front of her.

The amount charged and the transaction time were written in scrawled handwriting. The amount was incredibly large. It was hard to imagine that such a small stone could be worth so much.

"February 2nd, 8th, 11th...all very recently." Asher Fujimaru scanned the time on the receipt and frowned.

"Now he has another reason to be targeted."

Jason said, "With such a large amount of income and such a large amount of kryptonite in stock, it is inevitable that some unruly guys will notice him."

"Mr. Sterling Fitch..."

Asher Fujimaru glanced at the bottom. On the signature sheet of the receipt were two different names--Sterling Fitch and Marvin Fenauer.

It seems that the client who came to the door was also involved in this 'blasphemous' activity.

He is poor in clothes but spends a lot of money. Looking at the denominations on these receipts and the concealment in the conversation, it is very suspicious no matter how you think about it.

"You can ask him about him later. There should be a photo shop nearby. Go get the film developed first." Jason said.

At this time, Fitch was still giving a lecture at Gotham University, and they couldn't contact each other before noon. But no matter what, the contents of these rolls of film need to be developed, which will help them understand where Marvin went before his disappearance, what he took, and why he took the box of film on the day of his disappearance. Placed in a safe.

Asher Fujimaru searched the location on her mobile phone, and there was a photo shop that had been open for quite some time less than a block away. She picked up the three sealed boxes and walked out of the house with Jason again.

The street became a little livelier. When Asher Fujimaru checked the electronic map, he had figured out where they were now. Miskatonic Street is in the lower part of Gotham City. It is more chaotic than the upper part of the city. Counting backwards A few blocks away is the slums, and on the other side is Chinatown. There are mostly bars, billiards, movie rentals, and closed restaurants nearby. There are always gangs, homeless people, and drug addicts gathered in the corners. The dark sight is like some kind of signal, hidden in the twists and turns of the alley, doing low-level business.

In short, it was not unreasonable for Jason not to let her look around before. The capillaries in this big city were dark and clogged with filth.

The photo shop was not far away but in a very remote location. The street was very depressed, with dead leaves trampled to pieces in the dirty puddles, and garbage piled up at the drain.

A middle-aged woman wearing glasses was sitting in the store. The signboard light of the photo store was no longer on, but the glass door was wiped clean. Asher Fujimaru looked at Jason, then opened the door and went in. The bell on the door rang. After two sounds, the woman who was reading frowned and looked at her from the glasses.

"I want to develop the film." Asher Fujimaru said to her.

The woman looked at her for a while, then moved her eyes to Jason behind her, then turned back and said in a very cold tone: "3 dollars a roll."

Asher Fujimaru placed a ten-dollar bill on the table and pushed the three sealed boxes over.

The woman collected the money, retrieved the 1-dollar coin, took the film box, and finally stood up from her seat, "It will take at least an hour and a half. What's your name?"

"Fujimaru."

Chinatown was close, so maybe Asians were not uncommon. The woman accepted the Japanese name well. She stretched out her hand to pull out a piece of paper, scrawled some letters on it with a ballpoint pen, and then opened the door to the darkroom at the back.

"I'll pick it up later."

As soon as she finished saying this, she entered the room and the door was gently closed, leaving the two of them in silence.

Asher Fujimaru and Jason looked at each other. Mr. Yingling seemed to be used to the cold attitude of the people here - it would be better to say that he was once one of them - and said to her: "You can eat it." Come over after lunch."

"Oh..." Asher Fujimaru responded. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is there any extra food in the refrigerator? Should I go to the mall?"

Jason didn't want to cook lunch, otherwise he would look like a hired nanny, so he took Asher Fujimaru by the back of his neck and walked out of the store while saying, "Let's go to the restaurant."

But the lower city area is mostly filled with pubs and bars that are not open during the day. Asher Fujimaru followed Jason for ten minutes and finally walked into a fast food restaurant---a high-calorie carbohydrate food that is not lacking in protein, the country's One of the specialties.

During lunch break in a nearby office building, a group of white-collar workers in suits and ties walked into the fast food restaurant.

Asher Fujimaru was sitting in the corner, holding a half-warm taco in his hand. He lowered his eyes and looked out through the translucent glass. He unexpectedly saw the little boy he had glimpsed last time at the entrance of the alley across the road.