Lord God Investigator

In spring and the scenery is bright, Luoyang Flower Festival is full of flowers and tourists.

Meng Xinghun was walking on the main street of Luoyang City. There were many shops on both sides of the street, flags were fluttering, countless flowerpots were placed on the windowsills and corridors, there were flowers everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

The streets are full of people, all dressed in colorful clothes. There are wealthy businessmen, modest young men, beautiful ladies, and elegant chivalrous people. It seems that on this day, all ordinary and extraordinary people poured into the streets and marched towards the peony gardens all over Luoyang to see all the prosperity in the world.

"If you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City."

This is the busiest street on the busiest day in the busiest city in the world.

Meng Xinghun also came to enjoy the flowers. Ah Fu told him to combine work and rest, and often walk among the crowd, so as not to stay in the dark for a long time and become gloomy.

He wears a purple gold crown with hair inlaid with jewels, red arrow sleeves with gold silk and hundreds of butterflies, and cloud-like shoes with dragon patterns on his feet. He wears a belt of Hetian jade and pearls around his waist. His eyes are like morning stars, and his face is like the full moon. He is handsome, resolute, and heroic. .

If it weren't for Ah Fu's constant suggestions, he wouldn't have put on such gorgeous clothes.

The daughters of wealthy businessmen, the daughters of officials, and even the ladies of wealthy families all looked at him sideways. The more courageous girls had already come up to him and put flowers in his ears shyly.

This is a custom during the Luoyang Flower Fair. People who appreciate flowers will also appreciate others and express their feelings by borrowing flowers. If a beautiful woman receives a flower, a handsome man will naturally receive a flower.

Women came to arrange flowers, came to attract businessmen, and there was an endless stream of young men who came to visit, all wanting to get to know him, please him, say a few words to him, and make friends with him.

Meng Xinghun was a little embarrassed. He didn't like this feeling. He didn't like being watched and being the shining center of attention. Although he had once envied those who became the center of attention in the crowd, he didn't feel comfortable at all when the center of attention was changed to him. .

He just wanted to get away, to where he felt comfortable.

Unknowingly, Meng Xinghun walked through Jinxiu Street, walked into an alley amidst the clusters of peonies and fragrance, and left the main street and entered a back alley.

This shabby alley is filled with common people in linen clothes. You can no longer see the beautiful peonies and the ladies and gentlemen in gorgeous clothes. On the street, market vendors gather, hawking and noisy, and it is filled with fish and shrimp. The fishy smell and other smells of chickens, ducks, dogs and pigs filled the floor with dirt.

But Meng Xinghun didn't hate all this. Instead, he felt much more at ease, as if he should have belonged to such a place, should have been born and raised here, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity made his steps brisk.

A group of five or six-year-old children ran past him. The children were holding wicker sticks as swords and baskets as shields, shouting, laughing, and playing. Among them was a child wearing a tiger-head cotton hat. He pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his eyes and shouted in a childish voice: "I love Bateman!"

The cute children made Meng Xinghun laugh.

He suddenly felt something was wrong. These children had rosy faces, excellent complexions, and innocent faces. Although the clothes they wore were a bit old and made of only homespun cloth, they were cut very close to the body and the styles were exactly the same.

If you look closely, you can see that the words "Gotham Orphanage" are embroidered on the chest and cuffs of the clothes.

These children are actually a group of orphans, a group of happy orphans. How can orphans in this world be happy?

Meng Xinghun had also been an orphan. He knew what an orphan should be like. This group of happy orphans aroused his curiosity. Following the running and playing children, he came to the gate of a large courtyard.

Although this compound occupies a large area, it is not a high-end mansion. The paint on the door is mottled and the walls are peeling off. It has an old and decaying atmosphere, rather like an old mansion left by officials who have been down for many years. .

However, the plaque hanging on the door is new, with the words "Gotham Orphanage" engraved on it.

Meng Xinghun walked into the gate of the Gotham Orphanage. There was a unique cave inside. The buildings had been renovated and painted. The white walls were painted with pictures of little rabbits, big mushrooms, and sheep standing like people. The painting style Very funny and cute.

There are also slides, swings, sand piles, small wooden horses and other toys in the yard.

Look at the house, there are rows of small wooden beds, desks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, bookshelves, and many, many books on the bookshelves.

Although this is a simple but well-equipped house, it is like a warm little home for every child. They can play, sit at the desk to read and read, and listen to songs and sleep in their cribs.

The children flocked to a man, and they ran and crowded around him, jumping and chattering.

"Girl, give me a hug!"

"Mom, kiss Xiaobao, Xiaobao is so good today."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

…

She was a very young girl. She was wearing a plain coarse cloth dress and a large gray cloth apron. She had no makeup and natural carvings.

She was busy tending the small vegetable garden in the yard. Since it was a vegetable garden, there were no flowers in the garden, only some seasonal vegetables. But she served her very carefully, as if she were serving the most precious peony oiran.

She smiled sweetly, squatted down, kissed this, touched that, took out a few fruits from the pocket of her apron, and distributed them to the children.

Meng Xinghun's footsteps caught her attention. She raised her head and looked over. The moment she raised her head, the sun around her seemed brighter.

She looked absolutely beautiful, not just her face, but everything about her was beautiful, even the small vegetable garden next to her became the most beautiful garden in the world.

Meng Xinghun was stunned.

When the girl saw Meng Xinghun's dumb look, she pursed her lips slightly and smiled.

That slight smile is very charming.

It overturned the blazing snow city that Meng Xinghun had built around his heart, and liberated his frozen meteorite core.

The little black box hidden in the deepest part of his memory was opened, and Meng Xinghun seemed to have seen such a smiling face before. Before he was six years old, when his memory was not yet stable, there was a woman who was so beautiful and smiled like this.

How he wished he had not met Mr. Gao when he was six years old, but was like these happy orphans, hanging around the girl in front of him, letting her touch her face and eating the fruits she handed him.

As she looked at her, Meng Xinghun became more and more embarrassed. He scratched his head awkwardly to cover it up and said, "I'm just curious about why there is an orphanage in Luoyang City, so I came in and took a look. Are you a servant here?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No, this is my orphanage, and I am the director."

Meng Xinghun said in surprise: "Did you build all this?"

The girl nodded and said, "Yes, it took me a lot of effort."

Meng Xinghun looked around. He was still confused. Although the furnishings of this orphanage were simple, buying such a large yard in the city of Luoyang, where every inch of land was so expensive, and tidying it up delicately and warmly, and then raising so many orphans, would not be enough. A girl can do it alone.

Meng Xinghun frowned and said, "Are you the daughter of a wealthy family?"

The girl shook her head and said, "It used to be true, but it's no longer true."

Meng Xinghun immediately believed her words. He was once a killer and had extremely sharp eyesight. He didn't even need a lie detector to tell whether a person was lying.

He asked again: "You spent all your savings to build an orphanage. What will you do with the expenses of raising orphans in the future?"

The girl said: "Let's collect donations from kind people."

As she said this, she seemed to think of something happy, winked playfully, and pursed her lips in a playful smile.

Meng Xinghun said: "I am a kind-hearted person, and I want to donate a large amount of money!"

The girl pouted and thought thoughtfully: "It's okay to donate money, but I won't agree to be asked out by you just because you donated money. Don't even think about it."

Meng Xinghun's face felt a little hot. He really wanted to ask her out, but now he couldn't ask her out.

He suddenly thought of something again and said quickly: "Can I come here often to help?"

The girl smiled and asked, "Can you do laundry?"

Meng Xinghun shook his head.

The girl asked again: "Can you cook?"

Shake his head.

“Can you teach your children to read?”

Shake his head.

"Can you tend the vegetable garden?"

Shake his head.

"Do you know how to do carpentry or masonry?"

Shake his head.

The girl said with a straight face: "Then what do I need your help with here?"

Meng Xinghun was stunned. He had an idea and said, "I know martial arts. I can be a bodyguard to protect you and the children."

The girl giggled and said: "There is no need for bodyguards here, especially if a rich man like you acts as a bodyguard. You will have your teeth knocked out, your nose crooked, and you will be beaten half to death. I don't dare to hire one anymore." Young Master will be a bodyguard."

Meng Xinghun's current attire is that of a fighting boy among playboys. He doesn't even know how to explain that his martial arts skills are actually among the best in the world.

He said with a shy face: "But what should you do if there is no one to protect you in this world and evil people come to bully you and your children and steal your money?"

A child answered him with a smile: "Only evil people dare not come to the Gotham Orphanage to cause trouble. Whoever dares to cause trouble, Catwoman will kick his ass!"

The kid wearing a tiger head cotton hat also echoed: "Even if Catwoman doesn't kick his ass, Batman will kick his ass!"

Another kid said, "They're gonna kick his ass together!"

When the children talked about the topic of buttocks, they burst into laughter for no apparent reason, and the clear childlike laughter rippled in the yard.

The girl tilted her head and said with a smile, "Yes, Catwoman can kick the bad guys' butts."

Meng Xinghun also laughed and agreed with her: "Yes, Brother Batman can also kick the bad guys' butts."

Although he was smiling, Meng Xinghun was extremely disappointed. He wanted to stay here forever. Even if he couldn't stay, it would be nice to come often, but he had no reason to stay or come often.

He is not the kind of young master who stalks you, but now he would rather be.

The girl didn't chase him away, but he had to drag his feet and leave slowly. When he reached the gate of the orphanage, he couldn't help but look back at the girl who was playing with the children.

He had never longed for a treasure as much as he did today. He could only come and see her quietly from time to time, without disturbing her, just watching quietly.

Just like a flower-viewer who really loves flowers, he will linger in front of the flowers for a long time but will not kill the flowers. He will take them home and put them in a vase to watch them wither.

Sighing, Meng Xinghun walked into the market and headed back to Wayne Manor. He didn't want to watch the Luoyang Flower Party anymore. He had already seen the most beautiful flowers in the world in the most beautiful garden in the world.

"Hey, Young Master!"

He was stopped and turned around in surprise.

"You said you know martial arts?"

"I can!"

Meng Xinghun didn't know how to make her believe in him, so he used a set of punches, which made heavy shadows and strong kicks. In order to enhance his persuasion, he deliberately turned several somersaults on the spot, just like a trick. A showman.

The children all clapped their hands and giggled happily when they saw it.

The girl also covered her mouth and smiled.

"It seems like you are really good at martial arts. You seem to be better than my brother."

Meng Xinghun felt a little ashamed. His fists and kicks were not real skills for killing people. They were just embroidered fists and legs. They looked pretty. Unexpectedly, the girl would praise him.

"You can occasionally teach children martial arts so that they can protect themselves in the dangerous world."

When Meng Xinghun heard this, he happily turned around again. His purple gold crown was crooked, his brocade clothes were wrinkled, and his steps were muddy. He smiled and looked like a very naughty person. Happy child.

"Okay, okay, after learning martial arts, I will fight bad guys like Batman in the future!"

"I am Batman!"

"I am I am!"

…

The children were chattering and the beautiful girl looked at them with a smile. Meng Xinghun had never felt that life was so beautiful and his life was so meaningful.