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- ThemeWestern Fanfiction
- POVFemale Lead
- Age18+
- Daily Life
- Modern Alternate Universe
- Serious Drama
- Superhero
- Supernatural
Synopsis
You may not believe me if I tell you. I, Bai Jingyi, am assigned to Hei Wuchang, responsible for the security and extradition matters in the outer area of the king. You ask me who the king is? The newly appointed King of Hell, the ruler of Dongfang Ling Mansion—Yan Xiaoluo Although I was in charge of overseas assignments, I mostly worked in the underworld before. Originally, I was very happy about the business trip. After all, the days when I had been helping the king on a business trip in the underworld for a month to process the extradition documents from the underworld and still have to do my own work were over! Shen Teng: Cool! ! JPG. But as soon as I got out of this business trip, something big happened. When I heard that I was going to Gotham City, my heart was so cold That city where many evil things happened? The city that accounts for almost 20 percent of my workload? That city where drug consumption is as high as daily necessities? That lunatic asylum with so many mental illnesses that it drives people crazy? I originally opened my mouth to say something, but looking at the dispatch list that had already been decided, I closed my mouth. Then he rolled his eyes—— "Xiao Bai? Xiao Bai! Your Majesty! Hei Wuchang fainted." —— I only found out later that my biological father was also in Gotham, but what's the use of saying this now? I won't live long I will remember them if they treat me well, and it doesn't matter if they treat me badly. They don't owe me anything. I'm not an underage girl, and I won't expect things that I haven't had in the past nineteen years. I spent a long but short time with them. I thought I could face my destined death calmly. But when I really left the prison, I looked at my father's face that had gone through many changes and shed tears. I hoped to use the water of the Lazarus Spring to resurrect me but failed. My brothers and sisters who were usually unforgiving tried their best to avenge me because of my death. My dry eye sockets finally became moist again I have never hoped so much. If nothing happens, then I can have a happy family and a healthy wife who is enough to accompany them. It's a pity that the longing is silent, they can never hear it again —— Gotham has been acting weird lately, but it's better to say it's become normal Many strange magical phenomena disappeared An experimental explosion will only turn people into charcoal, not resurrect them If a person falls from a high altitude into a chemical pool, the person will only be seriously injured or killed, but will not become a strange mental illness. There will be no ghosts wandering around the house, making it so spooky. In response to this, I dragged my tired body and tried to raise my head and said: "Yes, I have a lot of credit. Usually, those gods of death in the Western hell don't do anything at all. They are not as dedicated as the ghosts in the East." To this I can only say: Gui Cha needs to rectify the workplace! Then - "This must be Batman's fault!" Me:? ? ? I turned to look at the old bat friend who was rubbing his eyes. What's going on? Take my credit. Bruce: Why is my daughter looking at me strangely? Could it be that I was caught taking her share of cookies? Look left and right and then sneak a piece in Then secretly equate the recent things discovered in Gotham, whether good or bad, with that ghost. I can see and hear: :) It's too much. You don't remember the good things, but the bad things are recorded with your father's name, right? —— Bai Zai is a migrant worker who is not mentally normal, but his values and three views are very normal, and his rationality is also very constant, otherwise he would not have worked in the underworld for so long (laughing) It's a Haechi~ but it doesn't show its fur normally (it fulfills the author's allergy to fur) He is the kind of person who will get down to work once something is decided, no matter how reluctant he was before. In summary, God chooses workers It's the world of Arkham Intention: Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded, and the principles of heaven are clear