Win Wayne

Pietro tried to explain: "I'm not-I'm not an ordinary person!"

"He is not necessarily an ordinary person." Wanda said pertinently, "Such a high-intensity continuous calculation requires terrifying precision that almost reaches the limit of the human brain. With such brain power, it is absolutely impossible for him to remain unknown."

Kuaiyin murmured in a low voice: "Does this need to be said more, I also know..."

"So you don't have to worry about it, he might be a superhero just like you." Wanda said, "Of course it might not be, but I have a hunch that sooner or later you will know who he is."

The verdant old trees cast whirling shadows on her cheeks, and her deep green eyes were like the thick leaves of the old trees, full of vitality.There was an inexplicable certainty in her tone, and Pietro looked at her in surprise, showing a strange expression.

He said, "You know you have no ability to predict the future, right?"

Wanda glared at him angrily, got up from under the tree, and walked away without looking back.

And Pietro stayed under the tree, took out his mobile phone, gritted his teeth and continued to collect points in the liver game, and launched an attack on the unattainable 500 million above his head.

After recuperating for a few days and making this tattered body look good, Wen went out again.

New York is very big, and there are many places to play, but phobia has filtered out a lot of famous attractions for Wen.

There are not many places to choose from. Wen visited the large supermarkets for several days in a row, and then tried to go to the luxury stores that were boasted.

She has a good impression of some of the clean and simple clothes, and bought a lot to fill her wardrobe. To be honest, her bedroom wardrobe is either a T-shirt with jeans or a shirt with skinny pants. Although they are not ugly, they are stylish. It's too monotonous.

After walking around various stores, Wen went to many museums.

The museum was not very friendly to her, and Wen would have difficulty breathing and palpitations before taking a few steps through the door.

Wen, who had never been to a similar place in her memory, had no choice but to give up this very novel and stylish activity in her opinion.

She scanned the leaflets on the vertical card holder at the entrance of the museum, and one of them attracted her attention.

"The world's greatest magician, Zatanna Zatanna's world tour, has finally come to New York!"

Zatanna Zatanna's name is printed in exaggerated Gothic font, and below it roughly states the exact time and location of the tour.

Wen took down the leaflet and opened it, and saw another row of introductions.

Zatana Zatana, born in a magical family, is the daughter of the great magicians Gwani John Zatara and Syndra.

Later, I briefly introduced the Zatara family, a magical family. It is said that it is a direct descendant of Da Vinci. It is related to many famous prophets, alchemists and mystics in history. The tone said that this Zatanna is actually one of the greatest magicians of this century.

Wen didn't feel anything about these words. She opened the tri-fold and saw the master magician.

She has a beautiful face full of gothic feeling.

With long black hair, mysterious gray-blue pupils, and slightly wheat-colored skin, his appearance reminds people of those distant and ancient countries, such as Egypt or Greece.

Wearing a magician's tall hat, a modified tuxedo suit jacket and a low-cut waistcoat, black leather briefs, grid-shaped stockings wrapped around her round and straight legs, and her feet are on knee-length knee-length socks. High heel boots.

... Wen believed she was indeed one of the greatest magicians of the century.

This appearance and dress, either super British or super reverse.

Wendy didn't respond. It seems that she finally encountered something she didn't know?

Given that Zatanna can perform magic tours all over the world, Wen roughly judged that she should be a superhero, or a slippery superhero who won't kill people or do bad things without definite evidence. opposite.

She pulled out her phone and searched for ticket information.

There are no tickets for the VIP box, no tickets for the seats in the front of the hall, and no tickets for the seats in the middle—all tickets are sold out?Is it so popular this magician?

Wen didn't pay attention to magic at all before crossing. In her opinion, magic has long been a niche carnival, and the public is rarely interested. After all, special effects movies are so good, and all kinds of entertainment emerge in endlessly, and magic has fallen behind.

I didn't expect the world to be so passionate about magic.

Considering the many surreal settings in this world, it really is because of the gimmick of "one of the greatest magicians of this century".

It's a little tricky, Wen thought.

Tomorrow night is Zatana's last performance in New York. After the end, the city where she will arrive and perform is Gotham.

That said, if Wen doesn't make it to tomorrow night's show, she'll have to go to Gotham to see Zatanna in action.

Wendy, who hadn't responded for a long time, popped out.

—Call Diana.

what?

-Diana can get VIP tickets, she and Zatanna are good friends.

In fact, Wen didn't reject going to Gotham to watch a performance, but just took a trip to a new city by the way. There were too many news related to Gotham on the Internet, and Wen was deeply impressed by this terrifying city.

So Wen is really interested in Gotham.

That "I just want to see how bad this city can be" interest.

Wendy knew exactly what Wen was thinking, and she subtly fell silent, as if she felt a little troubled by Wen's state of mind at the moment.

—You can fly to Gotham right away to see the city and decide what to do.

So Wen went to the nearest airport and bought a non-stop ticket to Gotham.

She got off the plane and walked out of the airport through a special passage. Gotham's dark clouds and mist caught Wen's face unexpectedly.

"...Ah Choo!"

"Ah-choo-cough, cough, cough, ah-choo—"

She stood shivering in the damp and cold air, coughing due to the strong smell of dust in the mist, her nose was red, and she sneezed very rhythmically.

Gotham is indeed one of the most unlivable cities in the world.

Wen: Farewell.

She rushed back to the airport countless times faster than when she came here, ran to the counter, and before she could speak, the young lady showed her an embarrassed yet accustomed smile.

"Is the return ticket right?" She asked reflexively, without having time to see Wen's face clearly, "Please show your return ticket, and I'll get the flight schedule right away..."

Her gentle and friendly smile froze the moment she saw Wen's face clearly.

But she reacted quickly and continued: "... arrange the nearest return flight for you."

Wen wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed again uncontrollably.

Another one followed.

Even though she buried her head and covered her face when she sneezed, Wen felt a little embarrassed to sneeze twice in front of a stranger.

It's also impolite to sneeze while talking to someone.

She pretended to ignore what happened and raised her head. She didn't notice the young lady's gaffe. She just rubbed her nose with her fingertips to relieve the itching and tingling, and said vaguely, "...Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Under the urging of gossip mentality, the young lady behind the counter has found Wen's identity information far faster than her own hand speed.

She couldn't help but look up at Wen again.

Wen knew that she was very curious about the abbreviation of WW on her certificate, and this was not the first time she encountered such a reaction. Anyway, her identity was indeed entered in the system, and it could be found, completely legal, and that was enough. .

But she didn't know that this young lady wasn't curious about her name at all.Although there is a little bit, but that is not the main thing.

The mental activity of the unknown lady at this moment:

Ah ah ah ah ah!OMG!What the hell is her relationship with Bruce Wayne!

Uuuuuuuuuuuuu My Mr. Wayne, so my biological daughter is this old?Then I have no chance...

With tears in her heart, she pulled herself together and gave Wen a return ticket with a smiling face: "Thank you for choosing my service, and wish you a pleasant journey."

"Huh?" Wen still felt her nose was blocked, so she replied in a nasal voice irritably, "Thank you."

What bothered her even more was that the skin under the clothes also started to itch.And she was sweating, a bad kind of sweat, and feeling tight and exhausted all at the same time.

This feeling of pain and breathlessness is like just finishing a 1000-meter long-distance race. Although in Wen's memory, she is clearly an athlete, 1000-meter long-distance running is not a problem at all... But this body really super weak.

"... Ms. W?" The unknown lady also noticed Wen's strange behavior, and she leaned out from behind the counter worriedly, "Do you need help?"

"No." Wen said as clearly as possible, "I just hope that I can return as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

She got on the flight 15 minutes later as she wished.

After she left, the unknown lady behind the counter finally got a break. She took out her mobile phone and yelled frantically in her social circle:

"You will never believe what happened to me today! I was just going to work as usual, but today, a girl who looks exactly like Mr. Wayne came to my counter to buy a ticket! The moment I saw her I was scared silly, you know?! I swear, she is definitely Mr. Wayne's own daughter, as long as you have seen her with your own eyes, you will definitely come to the same conclusion as me. I have observed her carefully for a long time, and she is almost the same as Mr. Wayne is exactly the same!"

It may be because the key word "Wayne" was included in this speech, and her friends responded quickly.

"Poor girl, you must have been assigned too many night shifts by the supervisor, and you are losing your mind."

"Sister, be more flexible. Let's assume that there is a lucky woman who is lucky enough to be pregnant with Wayne's child. Why doesn't she use this to make a big fuss and force her to marry? It's impossible for her to make any noise. "