Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

Even though I was standing closest to the place, I couldn't make out the shape of a bat, but Lucien couldn't be wrong.

Well… okay, Bat.

……

Crime Alley, October 9

My strange behavior was reported to my companions, and Lucian called me over before my patrol today.

He didn't really blame me for my laziness and excessive focus on the "bat".

Instead, he invited me jokingly to patrol the interior.

……

Thank God, I finally... I mean he finally remembered to patrol not only outside, but inside as well.

I was patrolling very close to him - that was what satisfied me. I could peek through the gap and see him taking off his gloves and looking at the map under the oil lamp, and see his lowered brows and his eyelashes casting spider-web-like shadows on his face.

He suddenly looked up when the wick crackled.

I shrank back into the darkness, my heart pounding so hard it could break my ribs.

Crime Alley, October 9

These were almost my best days - I could talk to him for a few words every day, and occasionally he would ask me some questions, such as suggestions on when to execute those greedy parasites.

I suggest that now—

I said, "Kake's men have gradually become accustomed to living here, and no one has taken the initiative to gather around Kake."

"If you kill them now, you can not only establish your authority, but also finally regain the lost territory."

Thank God, I lowered my head and didn't look at him, and finally... I was able to say something reasonable and plausible.

I don't know whether he is satisfied or not.

But tonight, Keck was hanging from the garage beam, his face flushed and his tongue sticking out, not only Keck, but also other damn people.

Some people bowed their heads, some whispered, and most remained silent. Wilbur turned his head away, not daring to look. Lucian leaned against the wall, smoking, his eyes suddenly piercing me as the sparks flickered.

"Zhawen." He hooked his finger, "You will be responsible for burying the body."

When it was all over, I went to bury the body—I don't know if it was a warning, a punishment, or something else.

The bodies looked hideous and heavy, so I threw them one by one into the car and pushed it into the river.

The plop sounded like a fish.

After I finished all this, it was already dark. I drove away, but the moon was very bright today. When I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of a figure.

The figure was still in the same place, but this time it was very close to me... It was indeed a bat.

Crime Alley, October 10

Was it that suggestion and the disposal of the body that earned me his trust?

I do not know.

Anyway, he agreed to let me go out with him.

He is observing me.

He was definitely watching me.

Lucien's gaze was almost undisguised, and most of the time he kept his eyes fixed on me... He was observing my every move.

Did he recognize me?

I do not know.

But it makes me nervous… no, excited.

October 10th New Town

They came out too late, and this group of people caused some trouble. Lucian didn't know whether he was really worried or for something else, but in any case, he kept frowning.

After we all fell asleep, he suddenly went out and I didn't follow him... He would definitely notice me, so I just watched him go.

But I didn't expect that there was another person who didn't sleep either - Wilbur.

That idiot who was recommended by me to become a guard is still with Lucian. He is used to Lucian leaving late at night and just asked me, "Why are you always staring at Lucian?"

“I’m worshipping!”

Wilbur was honest and simple to a certain extent, but he was equally lucky. He almost said to me intuitively, "Do you want to be fucked by him?"

……

Fortunately, Lucien was right. I was indeed not strong enough, and Wilbur knocked me down with two punches. At least this meant that we didn't have to fight each other before Lucien came back.

October 10th New Town

Damn you Wilbur!

Brainless idiot!

He actually told this to others!

……

After breakfast, Lucien left me alone, but unlike what I imagined, he was not very angry. He seemed to be inexplicably indulgent towards me.

Yes, indulgence.

I squeezed the tobacco wrapped in layers and hidden in my pocket.

Crime Alley, October 10

Wilbur was assigned to count supplies this morning. The idiot stumbled around clutching his ledger, nearly knocking over a box of canned goods. Lucian grabbed him by the back of his collar and suddenly laughed, "Everyone in Metropolis is like you..." He paused, as if searching for words, "...fresh?"

I stood far away, but the sound pierced my ears like something.

I suddenly realized one thing, whether in terms of appearance or ability, the more important reason why I am standing next to Lucian now is indeed his interest in me.

But he has a lot of interests.

Crime Alley, October 10

Lucien was puzzled when he heard that I had taken the initiative to transfer to logistics, so he asked, "Do you want to cook?"

“No,” I replied. “I’ve noticed that scheduling is problematic a lot of the time. I’ll do better for you.”

I'd noticed these things a long time ago, but I'd always paid more attention to Lucien than these.

"Oh..." He drawled out, "Don't worry about that for now, dear. I have another thing for you to do."

……

Lucien asked me to kill someone, which puzzled me because this person belonged to our gang, had no bad record, no bad habits, and a soft personality.

I don't quite understand why I killed him.

But just like I believed everything Lucian said before - he must have a reason.

……

I planned a good death for him - to frame him to the enemy while he was out.

The man seemed to want to say something before he died, but I was faster than him and he didn't say anything.

……

Lucien's expression was very strange. He looked at me as if he was looking at an enemy, but soon the hatred disappeared, almost making me think it was an illusion caused by light and shadow.

But he looked at me with even more interest.

He asked me, "Why do you think I killed Al?"

Who is Al?

Under my confused look, he suddenly laughed...a laughter that I didn't understand, almost to the point of tears.

He called me over, stroked my hair like he was stroking a dog, and said to me:

"Al, the man you killed was completely innocent and had done nothing wrong. I thought you would investigate him...find out that he was also murdered by the police, scammed by insurance, and tortured in prison..."

I thought of this man, one of the innocent people who had been released from prison with me... I thought of him.

But I care more about something else.

……

The electric current stimulated my whole body from my tailbone, and I suddenly realized that he recognized me. Nothing could be more important than this.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out, like a dog that couldn't speak human language.

Crime Alley, October 10

My heart is always tense and trembling for you, but you are unaware of it, just like you are unaware of the taut spring of the pocket watch in your pocket. This spring is secretly counting your potassium points, calculating your time, accompanying you with its inaudible heartbeat, and you only glance at it once in the millions of seconds it ticks.

This is the note I saw at Lucian's place. It's a torn page from a book, and this sentence is circled in black ink.

……

Many times I feel that my feelings for Lucien are inexplicable, but more often I think it is correct.

The accidents I experienced were so scattered and numerous that even if he wanted to take revenge, he wouldn't know where to start.

And Lucien is the intersection of contradictions, like the center of a spider web... He is like a harbor.

……

Crime Alley, October 10

Lucien became increasingly cold towards me, as if he had poured all his emotions into me all at once, so much so that the way he looked at me now was... no, he wasn't looking at me.

……

He should look at me, I thought.

...I took the initiative to help him solve the organization's problems, which were increasing due to the increase in the number of members. Lucien didn't care about these things at all. Anyway, he had never cared about them since I knew him.

I keep it all organized.

Including the concealment and distribution of materials, the contradiction between skills and positions, and the overly balanced distribution... I went to find Lucien because of the balanced distribution.

Lucien asked me calmly, "So what are you going to do? Who's going to take the lion's share?"