Claire not only vividly described the scene of Instructor Harry's car accident, but also the "respected" treatment he received after returning to the police academy.
Now, Instructor Harry feels uncomfortable whenever he hears a cow mooing.
Although there are no cows in the police academy, as long as there is a ventriloquist, the roar of cows will occasionally echo in the campus.
Dinner and chatting lasted until late at night.
Before Claire went to bed, Luke gave her something that looked like a watch.
The little monkey looked at it curiously: "Why is there no brand?"
Luke: "I made it, and it's not a watch, although it can tell the time."
Claire said "oh" and put it on. "It seems not bad, but the style is too masculine."
Luke said helplessly: "It can detect and record your body data."
Claire was surprised: "Why are you giving me this?"
Luke: "See what nutrients you're lacking. Maybe I can make you grow a little taller."
Claire immediately hit him in dissatisfaction: "I'm not short!"
After the fight, she couldn't help but ask, "Can it really make you taller?"
Luke: "This is just a monitoring device, not a treatment device. Doctors have to check it first before seeing a patient, ok?"
Claire said angrily: "It's just something to trick children."
Having said that, she obediently wore the monitor and went back to sleep.
Luke smiled.
Although the little monkey is full of energy, he is only about 1.67 meters tall, half a head shorter than Selina and a head shorter than him.
She has always envied Selena's long legs.
Luke could only be thankful that she had never met Vanessa, otherwise she would be jealous to death.
The next day, I went to work as usual.
But in the afternoon, Luke received a call from Professor Lawrence Hayes. After a few words, his expression became serious.
After hanging up the phone, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Will there really be another big earthquake?"
Luke continued to drive forward and said, "This is Lawrence's forecast data."
Selina looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed, "I really hope he is wrong this time."
Luke said nothing, but sent a short message to Ginny and Claire.
At night, Professor Lawrence Hayes returned home tired.
Today, he looked for everyone he could find, and even used some of his connections, but no one dared to help him.
Now, he has done his best.
Even though he knew the disaster was imminent, he was unable to inform others.
When he walked into the house, he didn't even turn on the lights. He threw away the bag in his hand, walked into the kitchen in a daze, took a cup, and opened the refrigerator.
Then he stood there, wondering if there was any other way to warn of the impending danger.
"How long do you plan to stand there?" A mechanical and cold voice sounded, scaring Lawrence so much that his hands trembled and the cup fell down.
A black shadow flashed, and a kick was sent out. The falling glass cup drew an arc lightly and landed on the table next to it.
Lawrence looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "You are... Batman?"
Luke: "I know you, Professor Lawrence Hayes. You said something you shouldn't have said on TV that day, and now you're on the TV station's blacklist."
"Yes, they don't dare to let me go on the live broadcast anymore." Lawrence smiled bitterly, not caring about the black giant in front of him, and grabbed the bottle of wine on the table next to him.
"I've been following you. I heard that you have made new achievements in your research, right?" said the black giant.
Lawrence twisted the bottle cap and said frustratedly, "In the next two days, the big earthquake I mentioned last time is really coming, but no one is willing to help me."
Black Giant: "Do you want to inform everyone of this news?"
Lawrence was stunned, and the bottle of wine he had just raised to his chest stopped, with wine about to pour out of the tilted bottle mouth.
Luke kicked the bottle back onto the table again: "I can help you, but are you willing to pay the price?"
Lawrence: "What's the price? I don't have much money. I can only get a hundred thousand at most..."
"Have you ever heard me ask anyone for money?" The black giant waved his hand. "The price I'm talking about is: if your prediction is wrong, you will go to jail, and those who have suffered losses for no reason will curse and abuse you crazily."
Lawrence was silent for a moment, then shook his head: “Since I dared to say it last time, I am not afraid this time.”
Luke: "That's because an earthquake really happened after the last live broadcast, but will it happen again this time?"
Lawrence said firmly: "The data I collected can prove everything. It will happen again, and within 72 hours, I am sure!"
The black giant was silent for a moment, his dark red lenses flashing, and he finally spoke: "So, are you ready to wear some clothes for the live broadcast? I think you should at least change into clean clothes, so that people will be more likely to believe what you say."
Lawrence lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled shirt that still smelled of sweat. He said, "Wait for me for ten minutes."
…
Fifteen minutes later, Lawrence tried to hold back his urge to urinate, and yelled, "I say, can't we just take a taxi or something?"
Luke jumped up again, holding the rope buckle on his body with both hands, and slid towards the ABC TV station building not far away in the night sky: "Do you think I can get to the TV station by taxi dressed like this?"
Lawrence tried not to look at the streets and buildings that were passing by so quickly, and shouted, "I think if you were willing to call ahead, the TV station would send a special car to take us to the studio."
Luke was silent for a moment before he said, "Batman is not omnipotent. Next time someone dresses up like this and goes out to publish fake news, do you think people should believe it?"
Lawrence is not stupid, and a stupid person cannot be a professor at California Institute of Technology, one of the world's top universities.
He just hadn't considered the "how does Batman prove he's Batman" situation.
But as soon as Batman mentioned it, he just did a simple logical analysis and knew why this person who should be Batman himself was unwilling to use the identity of Batman to issue earthquake warnings.
Although that would be simpler than Lawrence coming forward and would be easier to gain people's trust.
Soon, the two landed on the top floor of the ABC TV station building.
Lawrence: "What now?"
Luke: "Go down and find the studio, and then we'll start a live broadcast for you."
Lawrence: “Huh?”
Is live streaming such a simple thing? You must be kidding! A professor thought to himself, but followed the lead.
Luke went straight to a studio without any hesitation.
There is a live talk show going on here at 9pm in the evening. The host is a middle-aged white man. He looks serious, but he is rarely serious when he speaks.
This host named Corey is a famous talk show host in the United States.
The talk show named after him is also one of the most watched talk shows in Los Angeles and even in the United States.
Even if it's only ten minutes each time.