[Comprehensive] I came out of the infinite world and decided to go on vacation

"So? That's why you came to Gotham?"

Clark was sitting on the sofa. Opposite him were two bright eyes, one with a plug-in, and the three were eating ice cream, looking at him calmly.

Clark: So, the ice cream I bought, I didn't get a QAQ.

Lying is a job with a high technical content. Clark always thought that he was doing a good job, otherwise he would not have worked in the Planet Daily for more than half a year and no one would have discovered his true identity.

Thinking of this, he pulled the little curly hair on his forehead with some annoyance, no wonder his colleagues said Gotham is a dragon's den and a tiger's den, in his opinion, it is more appropriate to describe it as an outstanding person.

He turned around in his mind, and finally decided to answer Jiang Yuenian's question truthfully.

"Actually, it's because something happened to the metropolis." Clark sat up straight and narrated slowly.

Not long ago, a haunted house appeared in the Metropolis.In fact, today, when people's material life is satisfied, there are many people who seek excitement. They are willing to seek the thrill of blood pumping and heartbeat from horror movies or extreme sports. , but also a means for them to seek pleasure.

Clark didn't notice the haunted house at first.

After all, screaming and calling for help in a haunted house is a very common thing. If it is only for such a reason to save people, then Clark, who is Superman, probably will not have time to go to the bathroom with his face.So he ignored it of course.

Until a few colleagues in the hunting section accidentally mentioned this weird haunted house at the dinner table, and described the horror inside with extreme verbal exaggeration, as well as the words of the survivors who escaped from the haunted house: "There are really ghosts in there! I Go fuck God!"

There are also more and more mentally disturbed players, and Clark finally determined that there is indeed something in this haunted house that is so disturbing that people lose their sanity.

"When I went to investigate, that haunted house had already evaporated." Clark made himself a glass of juice, the kind that comes with the hotel, orange flavor.

After almost a turnaround, Clark targeted Gotham City by virtue of his innate advantage of being well-informed in the reporter circle.

He knocked the wall of the glass with a small spoon, and held the glass with his broad palm, "I originally wanted to come and investigate by myself, but unexpectedly, the editor-in-chief sent me to Gotham to interview Bruce Wayne."

From Jiang Yuenian's point of view, the matter was already obvious.

What Clark met in the metropolis was Shuangyi who was touring haunted houses. In order to avoid Yuan's pursuit, Shuangyi had to stay in each place for a short period of time before leaving for the next city, and his next destination It is Gotham.

Sometimes the coincidences in the world are wonderful. Jiang Yuenian stuffed the last bite of ice cream in the white paper bucket into his mouth, squinting his eyes in enjoyment, like a satisfied cat.

"It's a coincidence that I'm also looking for Shuangyi."

"Is there any clue?" Clark immediately sat up straight, straight like a primary school student, "I tried to use my ability to find him, but like the wind hitting a wall, my ability didn't capture anything about Shuangyi. Information."

This is a little strange.

With the help of the system, Jiang Yuenian has carefully understood the abilities of Kryptonians. His super vision and hearing are enough for him to see through all the secrets of the world. Although Shuangyi has some inexplicable small abilities, if he can defend against Clark's detection, Jiang Yuenian didn't believe it.

unless......

"I suspect that someone is helping him." Jiang Yuenian narrowed his eyes, and a candidate appeared in his mind, "Or other possibilities? But I have to verify it first."

"Okay, let's go together..." Clark said halfway, and suddenly stood up, his blue eyes looked at the other side of Gotham - Metropolis, "something happened, I'll leave first."

Before Shen Yue could react, she lifted the spoon and still placed it on her lap, with an expression of "Where am I? What happened to me?" It was obvious that she didn't understand the conversation between Clark and Jiang Yuenian just now. As for her Where do you focus your attention?

Handsome men with more developed chest muscles than girls are rare. Shen Yue's envious and yearning eyes never left Clark's stomach above his collarbone.

"He just left? I haven't asked for an autograph yet! Suck—"

Shanks rolled his huge eyes silently, and moved his butt in the opposite direction of the woman seat beside him in disgust.

He still held a palm-sized bowl of ice cream in his hand, and he ate very slowly, the ice cream close to his palm had already melted, like a small plate of thick cream soup.

Shanks put down the ice cream in his hand, withdrew his slightly regretful gaze, and looked at Jiang Yuenian who got up again, "You want to go out? Take me with you."

"Okay." Jiang Yuenian looked at Shanks' tense expression, and he was kind.

The sleepy and tired little girl Shen Yue stayed in the hotel, and she planned to sleep from the afternoon until dawn tomorrow.

"Are you going to find the clown?" Shanks took the helmet Jiang Yuenian handed over, and stepped on the little red motorcycle that he had almost won. "I don't think you should continue to cooperate with him."

The black helmet reflected light in the sun, looking like a black bowling ball, or something like a human head.

Shanks naturally thought of the head on the table in the Shuangyi Haunted House and the clown's terrifying gaze that night in the dark, and the guess that was originally suppressed in his heart snorted and said: "Do you have any?" Didn't you ever think that Shuangyi might still be working with the clown? Is he just lying to you?"

"Hmm." Jiang Yuenian snorted dispensably, unable to tell whether he agreed or disagreed.

He started the motorcycle, the engine pushed, and the air flowed over the bodies of the two of them. In the sound of the wind, Shanks heard Jiang Yuenian's answer, "So I want to see what he is going to do...but looking for Before him, let's go eat something delicious."

Shanks: "For example?"

"Cookies made by a certain butler old Burt."

They came to Wayne's mansion again, and the difference from last time was that this time Jiang Yue came to visit the man in the cat-eared tights who was listed on the homepage of Gotham City's "Friends".

But they obviously came a little early. Bruce is probably still outside investigating the whereabouts of the clown at this moment. On a peaceful afternoon, in the largest mansion in Gotham City, drinking mellow Earl Gray tea, flirting with Shanks one after another.

Gotham's richest playboy is around this time.

Apparently he had taken a shower, and his black hair was sticking to the top of his head with damp water vapor. If it were someone else, this kind of appearance might only remind people of adjectives like soaked chicken, but the man in front of him slowly The way he stroked his hair, as if sexy was something substantial, passed through his pale and strong fingers and flowed all over his body.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a domineering president with his hair combed back.

Well, Jiang Yuenian looked at his thoughts speechlessly, suspecting that his mind was abducted by that little girl Shen Yue.

Bruce unceremoniously showed his arrogant and brainless rich second-generation image in front of outsiders. Although he already knew what Jiang Yuenian did, the person who knew all this was his identity as Batman.

At this moment, he is the Bruce of the Wayne family, Bruce who is not enterprising, so he sits in front of the guests in an almost unreasonable posture. Kex could see a Croatian Rhapsody in it.

"What's wrong?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Talk?" Jiang Yuenian smiled.

Alfred exited the room winkingly, and before leaving, he said that desserts would be prepared in the restaurant, and the guests could have a taste after the conversation.

"Okay, Jiang." Bruce sighed, "Listen, I know you saved my life, but I didn't give you the right to be so unscrupulous, coming in and out of Wayne Manor as if it were your own home. .” His words were unceremonious, even as sharp as a bayonet piercing people’s hearts.

For any person who really saved the other person's life, it would be considered light to be so angry that he left on the spot. If he didn't punch the person in front of him hard, he was of good quality.

But Jiang Yuenian didn't care about this at all. From the moment he helped Bruce who was in a car accident, he knew that even without his help, the man in front of him could solve everything.

So he followed suit, showing the same sarcasm on the face of the man opposite, and replied tit for tat, "Then you may be thinking a little too much, as I said, I have something to talk to you, for your sake. It's best for us alone Two people, talk alone."

Bruce was silent for a moment.

The man on the opposite side is the man in the gas mask who rescued the clown before. Today he realized this very clearly. As for the truth of the deal with the clown that Jiang Yuenian said, he has not had time to verify it.

He couldn't forget how quickly this ordinary man in front of him threw off his own high-tech equipment, and how incredible his ability smashed an iron door through the air.

Almost after Jiang Yuenian vibrated the four words "Let's talk alone" in the vocal cords, Bruce's sensitive intuition suddenly tightened, and a long beep sounded like an early warning, muscles exerted force like a conditioned reflex, and lactic acid quickly accumulated.

With a calm and dandy look on his face, Bruce curled his lips in disdain, and tapped the wooden armrest on the seat with his fingers, his voice was slow, and the end of the sentence still carried his nostalgic tongue, "What can't be here?" What are you talking about?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuenian spread his hands, "If you insist on making me say it here, then I just don't bother to get up and change places."

Shanks looked dazed, looking at the two people in front of him playing the game in a cloud of mist. You come and go, it's more interesting than playing poker. Finally, he touched his stomach filled with ice cream, couldn't help it, and asked: "Could you please speak up?"

I also want to eat the little dessert from the housekeeper!

"Then I'll be straightforward." Jiang Yuenian said, "Let's talk about the clown, Cat Ear Man."

Bruce: ...I seem to hear something wrong? ?

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I fell asleep when I got home, and woke up at ten o'clock...

(horrified face) It's not really me!