Schizophrenia

Rosalind's death catalyzed the operation of the entire ST to a certain extent.Not the good side, but the bad side.Rosalind has been doing a lot of diplomatic work instead of Ansang, and now her death has paralyzed half of ST's operations, especially the press conference.

Ansang never had a good impression of press conferences, and his daily life these days was just about applying for jobs.However, no one has passed his assessment yet. In fact, at the first stop of Sis check, nearly [-]% of the people have been eliminated, and the rest are not as pleasing to the eye as Ansang.

Ansang, who was extremely restless, was forced to make a ticket by Sis and sent to the opera house.

This made him even more irritable, especially the ups and downs of the opera singer who didn't know how well he sang on the stage, and the clanging noise in the studio.I'm sorry that he just can't enjoy the opera, which made Ansang, who was a little annoyed by the pile of documents recently, directly exploded, stood up abruptly, turned his head and walked out.

【You are so rude. ] Sis's voice sounded in his mind, 【I thought you would like the story of the Nutcracker. 】

"I don't like it, damn it, I hate opera!" Ansang pulled his hair, and unzipped the zipper of his sports jacket, "Damn it, suits, suits, suits, can you have something else besides formal clothes? And polite Skirt, damn it is just a show, why is it so formal."

"It's really too formal, and it's rare to see someone who agrees with me." It wasn't Sis who answered, but a male voice with a magnetic voice, "If you want me to say, the art of the people on the stage is not as good as that of the circus It's even more exciting." Lying on the railing, the man looked at the street in the distance.

【Bruce Wayne, this is the third time he has met you by chance this week. 】

"What's the matter?" Ansang didn't turn his head, and looked in the same direction as Bruce at the flashing car lights at the end of the small alley not far away.

"It's just rare to meet someone who is not as interested in opera as I am. I want to come out and talk." Bruce turned to look at Ansang, "It seems that you are recovering well? I'm sorry about Miss Conway, if there is anything I can do ..."

"You are different from other people." Ansang looked at the corner of the other's mouth with a little bruise. It is said that the playboys in Gotham love extreme sports, but as a person who used to be able to listen to the sounds of toys, he is now extremely sensitive to details. To a human, the bruise is not the effect of extreme sports, but more like boxing.

"What's different?" Bruce said casually, turning his head to look at the person who was a little shorter than himself.

"You really feel sorry, even guilty." Ansang is very sensitive to people's emotions. Although most of his emotions are simulated under the control of Sis, it is precisely because of this that he can feel other people very accurately. "You feel very guilty about Roser's death, why?"

"Am I guilty?" Bruce's expression seemed to be really surprised, "Maybe it's because I haven't dated such a beautiful girl yet? After all, she is so good-looking and capable. Except for Miss Conway, I really don't see her." A few more." Saying this, a playboy smile appeared on his face again.

Ansang just looked into Bruce's deep eyes, then turned his head and continued to stare at the end of the alley in a daze.It's meaningless to expose the other party's lies. In fact, he can't even imagine that after leaving Wayne's house for so many years, he can stand and chat with the other party so calmly.

Does he hate Bruce, he does.The Wayne family gave him a residence at the beginning, and then Bruce treated him as his biological brother and gave him a second home.But she gave up on him so easily, never mentioned him again, never recalled him again, as if he never existed.

But he shouldn't hate Bruce, he has no reason to hate him.Bruce regarded him as a brother, and it was just words of anger back then. He was the one who left voluntarily, and he was the one who never came back. What right did he have to ask Bruce to stay where he was and wait for him, and still get along as he did when he was a child? There is absolutely no distinction in between.

"Speaking of which, do you like the circus?" Bruce suddenly thought of something, "I remember when I was your age, I liked the circus very much. You know, the super powerful ability to fly over walls. Haha, you also have the dream of a superhero."

Ansang turned his head to look at Bruce's radiant expression, thinking it was fake for no reason.Probably because I was used to seeing Bruce's calm and calm face when I was a child, but now I see the big version of Bruce with an expression that Bruce didn't have when I was a child, I am not used to it, it feels like something is upside down.

"Recently, the Flying Graysons are coming, and their performances have always been great. They come every year, and I went to see them when I was a child, are you interested?" Bruce smiled and sent out the invitation, without waiting for Ansang's answer , and continued to talk to himself, "It is said that their family has added a new member."

It was the first time that Ansang noticed that Bruce talked so much and had no interest in replying, so he moved his eyes away from Bruce and continued to stare at the road in the distance in a daze.He really wanted to go back to his lab earlier, or go to other places, but Sis directly blocked all his videos in order to let him relax.

He doesn't have anywhere else to go now, but it doesn't matter, Gotham has nowhere else to take him.

Silence spread between the two of them. After waiting for a while, Bruce stood up straight, stepped forward to save Ansang and gave him a short hug: "If you need any help, come to me, although I have no ability, but After all, I am a few years older than you, and I can still help with some things."

Ansang just looked up at Bruce let go of his hand, looked at his watch in a teasing tone, joked that the beauties in the room couldn't wait, then turned and left.The casual attitude couldn't tell what was more important in his heart, but apart from being unhappy, nothing was left.

[You have an annunciator on you. ] Sis's voice sounded in his mind, 【Bruce put it in your pocket just now. 】

"Why do you call him Bruce?" Ansang curled his lips and didn't care much about the annunciator that Sis said, focusing on the other side.

[Don't talk, you can communicate with me in your mind. 】If you can sigh, Sis must be sighing now.

"No, I'm going to talk to you like this." It's his new pleasure to fight against Sis in irrelevant places.

Sis's answer was a brief silence, and then he spoke: [I blocked the signal, it's in your pocket, throw it away. 】

"You killed most of my interest," although Ansang was complaining, but he took out the annunciator obediently, then made a shooting motion, and threw it into the puddle in the distance.He never asked Sis why he asked him to do this, as long as Sis said, he would do it.

Sis would never hurt him, he believed so.

【Do you want to go to the circus? 】Seeing Ansang's movements, Sis's voice slowed down a lot.There is no way to express the ups and downs of the pitch, and sometimes Sis can only express his emotions in this most basic way: [Flying Grayson's house, the evaluation is not bad. 】

"Circus? The kind of clown?" Thinking of the clown who was sent to Arkham recently, he shook his head, "Not interested."

[In your memory, I have never seen a circus. 】Sis and Ansang are connected together, he has the right to read Ansang's memory, 【Maybe you would like to watch it, there are many very powerful performances.You need something to distract you recently, and research has reached a dead end. 】

"Just because of research? Not because of Roser?" Ansang never evaded the facts.

It seemed a little surprised that Ansang actually spoke out the plan so frankly, Sis's tone quickened a bit: [If staying away from this matter is good for you, you need some advice to stay away from sadness, so that work efficiency can be improved. 】

The good thing about the program is that you never have to worry about what they say is not accurate enough, because they are based on data, so everything they say has evidence: "If you want, go to the circus. "

Seemingly satisfied with Ansang's concession, Ansang's phone actually moved, and Sis sent the circus briefing: 【This is very dangerous, although not as dangerous as your hobbies.If possible, I hope you can listen to my advice when you go crazy next time. 】

An Sang swipe the screen nonchalantly, looking at the introduction.Flying the Graysons, best known for their trapeze without a net: "Come on, Sis. My movement uses my mind more than my motor. Not to mention you What?" Directly open to 60.00%, as long as there is a shape, everything is under his control.

[I am not omnipotent, young master. ] Sis is as usual.

Ansang didn't care much about this: "I just believe that you are omnipotent."