I haven't been a big brother for many years

As an excellent and competent actor, Ryan started calling Bruce at two o'clock last night. When Bruce turned on the phone this morning, there were more than 70 missed calls on his phone.

A smile that he didn't know had appeared on Bruce's face, accompanied by a little bit of guilt and distress.

He waited for him all night, looked for him all night, and worried about him all night.

Now it is different from before, there is always someone waiting for him.He could almost imagine Ryan's anxious expression.

He called back right away, but the call didn't go through quickly.

...The phone actually rang from the bottom of the apartment building. Ryan, who hadn't walked far away, was so frightened that he ran a few steps away, and didn't answer it until he was sure he couldn't see it in a hidden corner upstairs. Phone: "Where are you?" preemptively strikes.

"I don't know, um, I passed out last night." Bruce still spoke in the usual tone, but these words put himself in the position of the victim, and invisibly blamed the seventy missed calls. throw off.

Ryan put on a worried tone, but there was a smile on his face: "How are you? Are you not injured? If you don't know, can you describe your approximate location?"

"I was in an apartment room, injured, but not injured." Bruce checked his body, only to find that the itchy place was the wound bitten by a dog last night, which had been stitched up.

"Is the door locked?" Ryan asked pretendingly again, the worry in his voice was uncontrollable, but the smile on his face was faintly enlarged: "Forget it, just send me the location directly, I'll pick you up."

Although the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see, Bruce nodded habitually: "Okay."

"Wait for me obediently."

"Okay." Bruce smiled.

Ryan hung up the phone, turned into the underground parking lot of the community, drove out a low-key sports car that he had parked here a long time ago, and sat in the driver's seat lazily playing Tetris. It is estimated that Bruce has almost finished eating and changing. After getting dressed, he drove the car out of the parking lot and parked it downstairs.

"I'll wait for you downstairs." He leaned on the car and called Bruce.

Soon, Bruce in a black suit came out.

Ryan involuntarily took a few steps in his direction, and put the back of his hand on his forehead to make sure that he was fine.

Bruce also let him move, smiling helplessly: "I said I'm fine."

Ryan hugged him directly, wrapped his hands around his waist, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, and gave a muffled hum.His strength was so strong that it almost strangled Bruce's not-so-slender waist.

Bruce could hear the fear in his voice, rubbed Ryan's fluffy head, and chuckled, "Have you hugged enough?"

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his hair. "Let's go to Wayne Building."

……

Wayne Building Conference Room.

"In China, Liu's Securities Investment is a representative of new forces. Cooperating with Chinese-funded enterprises, Wayne Commercial will surely become famous all over the world."

An Asian is doing a project presentation.This guy, Ryan, knows everything. Liu, he used to manage assets for gangsters.

He stood by the window with his bright red eyes half closed, trying to minimize his sense of innocence, but after thinking about it, he took off his trench coat and covered Bruce Wayne who was already asleep.

It made Bruce a lot more comfortable, at least not so cold.

w-The coma will cause sleepiness for the next 48 hours, Bruce is still a little weak now, plus Liu's speech is too exaggerated, and Bruce is indifferent to his image in the outside world, so naturally fell asleep.

It's just that he catches a cold easily when he falls asleep like this.

Ryan looked at him a little funny, thinking he was like a small animal.It is content to have a warm nest.

"Well, this Mr. Liu. I would like to represent the board of directors...and Mr. Wayne," Lucius Fox, the former head of the R&D department and the maker of the bat armor, glanced back at Bruce, who had fallen asleep. Showing a helpless smile: "I express my sincere thanks."

Perhaps this is already a tactful refusal.

The meeting was over, Lucius nodded to Ryan, and led out of the meeting room.

Bruce was also awakened by the noise, and the coat on his body slid down with his movements. Good reflexes allowed him to grab it immediately and wake up.

"Are you awake?" Ryan lazily put his hands on the back of the seat, supported his head, and looked at him playfully.

The way he just woke up made a part of Ryan's heart soft and collapsed.

His hair was not straight at first, and even though he had spent a lot of time and energy on it every morning, it was still curled up after a good night's sleep.Ryan felt that hair texture actually determined a person's personality to some extent, just like Brucey.His personality is actually as soft as his black slightly curly hair.

Softness deep inside.

He showed Gotham the softest belly, and then erected the thorns on his back, wary of any forces peeping here.

Those dark blue eyes are like the sky of the Potala Palace, beautiful as if the whole world is included in it.There is still a little sleepiness at the moment, it is foggy and beautiful.

At least that's how Ryan sees it.

Like a young milk cat gently teasing his heart with its paws.

Bruce knew who the clothes on his body belonged to without thinking about it. He directly covered Ryan's head with the clothes intimately, rubbed his temples with both hands, and the short sleep made him even more tired: "The meeting is over?"

"Well, it's just over." Ryan didn't care that he messed up his hair and put on the wrinkled coat again.

"Go to the top floor and sleep for a while, you are too tired." His voice was very soft, as if coaxing a child.

At this moment Lucius came back again: "Another wonderful night?"

Bruce turned to look at him and smiled: "Lucius, this is my new bodyguard, Ryan Black. Ryan, this is my old friend Lucius Fox."

Although he was a bodyguard, his demeanor looked more like a handsome gentleman.And the intimate gesture of the two of them.

Lucius sighed inwardly, and stretched out his hand to Ryan: "Nice to meet you, Blake." What kind of character did Master Wayne invite?

"I've loved you for a long time, Fox." It was obviously a commercial smirk, but one couldn't fault it.

The two shook hands politely and left immediately.Lucius frowned.

This Mr. Bodyguard looks like a gentle and elegant young man from a rich family, but the callus on his hand is not fake.Is it really just a bodyguard?

After the two greeted each other, Lucius turned to look at Bruce.After all, his employer is still Mr. Bruce Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne, take a step to speak?"

Bruce rubbed his temples and waved his hand indifferently: "Just say it, he knows everything." Ryan smiled at the side at the right time, and nodded to Lucius.

Lucius vaguely felt the oppression from the superior who was well hidden from him: "It's your idea to engage in joint ventures and the investment consultants are very optimistic about it, but I don't think it's appropriate. Liu's company's income is very high. Stable, with a net increase of eight percentage points every year."

He paused, and reminded: "There must be problems here, and there may be illegal acts."

"I know something about this." Ryan interrupted: "Liu's company is laundering money for gangsters. The old man who brought me to Gotham before complained to me about him."

"Old man?" Bruce and Lucius asked simultaneously.

"The old man in the army, he helped me a lot." Ryan shrugged indifferently.

Bruce nodded and looked at Lucius: "Okay, cancel the joint venture plan."

Lucius was still a little surprised: "Did you already know?" Although he used interrogative sentences, his tone was affirmative.

Bruce shook his head with a smile: "I'm not sure yet, so I want to check their account up close."

"Don't you think you haven't given me enough trouble?" Lucius joked.

"Wow, is this unbearable? I have to ask you to make me a suit of armor again."

"Mr. Fox!"

At this moment, Lucius' assistant suddenly shouted anxiously outside the meeting room: "Something went wrong!"

The three of them were taken aback and hurried out of the conference room.

"What happened?" Lucius asked, frowning.

The assistant gasped: "Our newly recruited employee, his skin is peeling off and his muscles are melting! It's terrible, as if it's about to melt." His voice was full of fear.

"Is he dead?" Ryan and Bruce looked at each other, both of them felt that this should not be a simple accident.

"No, but soon..."

Bruce interrupted him directly: "Call an ambulance first. What happened?"

"No, nothing happened. Naxi was just drinking coffee in the pantry, and suddenly his skin began to peel off bit by bit."

Hospital

"What the hell happened to him? Doctor?"

"An accident similar to nuclear radiation, did Louis Alexander Slotin know? There is no cure for this kind of accident. The body will no longer produce new cells for metabolism, only old cells will continue to die and peel off. In a month at most, he will die of systemic organ failure."

"Is it really hopeless?" Lucius frowned and never let go.

"No." The doctor sighed: "Treatment will only increase the patient's pain." He changed the subject: "Is your Wayne Company doing some dangerous experiments again? I warn you..."

The reporters who came after hearing the news took pictures of this scene one after another. If nothing unexpected happens, the headline of the evening paper should be an article like "Another Scientific Research Accident at the Wayne Group! Death by Nuclear Radiation".

"Doctor! Doctor!" The nurse ran over anxiously, "There are two patients in emergency, exactly the same as this patient!"

"what?!"

The reporter, like a hyena smelling blood, quickly abandoned the dying patient on the hospital bed, followed in the doctor's footsteps, and went to the emergency department.

Lucius smiled bitterly: "It seems that you are going to be busy, Mr. Wayne."

Police station

"Are these two patients also participating in the Wayne Group research project?"

"No, one is a porter working at the dock, and the other is a gentleman with tens of thousands of assets."

Gordon rubbed his temples in distress: "Check out what common places they have been to from the day before yesterday to today, or what common people they have seen."

At this juncture when the gangster bank is about to be seized, such a problem arises.He couldn't help but suspect that someone knew their plan and made trouble on purpose.

Was it really Harvey Dent's man?Things haven't been going their way since they joined the program.

But this case is because the victim's condition is too miserable, and another victim is a wealthy entrepreneur.He has received excessive attention from the public, and if he wants to gain the support of the public, he must catch the murderer as soon as possible.

No need to think, as long as he thinks about who has come to Gotham recently, he can probably guess that the clown did it.

Ryan sat at the table, tapping his fingers to a rhythm on the table.

Even without any basis, his intuition had told him so.

But what puzzled him was why?Why would the clown do this?

He quickly stopped his downward thinking.

That kind of person has no reason to do things, as long as he can make the city chaotic, he will do anything.

So how did he do it?

Before Ryan's thoughts started, he was interrupted by someone pushing the door.

"It's been a long time, we're going to eat outside tonight."

Bruce had just finished an emergency meeting held by the company, and walked in while putting on his coat.

Although today's incident happened suddenly and the situation was urgent, it cannot rule out the possibility that such a coincidence was just an accident.

Bruce's mind is still on the money laundering bank and Liu.

"Did something happen to Ah Fu?" Ryan stood up, wondering.

"What? Oh, of course not." He took Ryan's hand and walked out: "There is just a newly opened restaurant with a unique taste. I think you will like it."

Ryan raised his eyebrows and complimented perfunctorily: "Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

He never took his eyes off Bruce's hand.

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