I haven't been a big brother for many years

"What do you want to do with me?" Those scarlet eyes were silent like a massacre under a glacier, brewing a storm.

This makes Batman feel unparalleled anger at the same time, can't help worrying about him.

Ryan didn't deserve this.

At this moment, he even wanted to blame his old housekeeper Ah Fu, why didn't he stop them?

"What will he do to you?" The woman smiled inexplicably, and winked at the man behind Ryan who trapped his movements: "Good boy, you will know when you see him."

"You will pay the price for this." Ryan's eyes calmly swept over everyone's face, like a dangerous cat lurking in the dark, waiting for the time to kill with one blow.

He didn't act calmly like a teenager, and for no reason made the woman who was facing him feel a little chilly.

The man behind him snorted, as if he heard the funniest joke: "Let's talk about it after you survive."

He held an injection and inserted it into Ryan's neck, and the cold liquid was slowly pushed into his body.

Suddenly there was a strange noise from the corner.

The woman drew her gun: "Who?" She asked as she approached the corner.

"Meow"

It turned out to be a cat.

Relieved, she put down her gun and gestured to her partner.

Ryan's consciousness was in a trance, and the scene in front of him was like a water basin with two drops of paint, chaotic and dizzy.

"Ryan? Wake up!"

"Lane?"

"Wake up!" A strange voice kept calling his name, the voice sounded hoarse and ugly, as if it had been processed by a voice changer.

"Lane."

He sat up abruptly, panting heavily.

A hand was placed gently behind him, soothing his emotions.

"Relax and take a deep breath."

"Good boy."

That voice was different from the voice he heard in his sleep. If such a voice had to be described, it should be the voice of a children's doctor or an early childhood educator, and it was very soothing.

Ryan quickly calmed down, and he saw clearly the appearance of the man in front of him: his hair was already gray, but he had a handsome face, and there was a gentle smile in his brown eyes.

Ryan roughly identified him from the white coat he was wearing, a surgeon between the ages of forty and fifty, and his skills should be very good or his family should be wealthy.

This can be seen from the position of the callus on his hand and the model of the watch.

But he still blinked his eyes in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Oh, are you feeling better?" The doctor did not answer his question, but picked up a silver metal ball from the side shelf and handed it to Ryan: "I think you will want to hold this , you held it tightly while you fell asleep."

Ryan took the small ball and held it in his hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled. Just when he was about to show a defensive expression, a voice suddenly interrupted him:

"No! You have to smile! Ryan!"

That voice was exactly what he heard in the dream, hoarse and low, but anxious.

He subconsciously chose to listen to that voice and smiled: "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor raised his eyebrows, obviously satisfied with his performance, even though he was surprised: "You're welcome, kid, this is what I should do."

He rubbed Ryan's hair: "I'm very happy, your heart is full of sunshine and kindness."

His smile is elegant, but there are some other emotions hidden: "I am Francis Dumacher. You can call me father. I want to adopt you, Ryan."

This time Ryan didn't need the reminder from the voice anymore, he was keenly aware that the person in front of him was very dangerous: "I am very grateful to you, doctor, but I want to know what happened to my father."

He was polite, like a son of a nobleman who would never lose his glory.

"Of course." Dr. Dumacher didn't pay attention to his address, and even the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was showing a tendency to widen: "This is your right."

"Your biological father was shot and killed in Gotham's seaport by a policeman who lost his family because of him."

But he returned to New York from Gotham Airport!

That plane has lost contact!

Ryan subconsciously wanted to refute him, but was interrupted by that voice again: "Calm down."

Like a basin of cold water pouring down, his impulse was stopped in time.

This time, he clearly heard the voice coming from behind him.

that figure!He realized it right away.

He tried his best to restrain his expression, and nodded obediently: "I understand, father."

Dumach is so pleased with him!

Such a rational mind may be of further help to his surgical research.

Originally, he was just curious about whether albinism would have a rejection reaction to the organs of other normal people, but now, he wants to wait until the child becomes an adult.

He has always wondered whether head transplant surgery will affect IQ.

After all, everyone doesn't understand whether it is the heart or the brain that dominates a person's thoughts. Perhaps the brain will produce other thoughts because of different limbs, right?No one knows what hormones the body will feed back to the brain.

Such a child made him suddenly have an idea.

Just ask, a child who has no attachment to the past and may be loyal to you in the future has complete reason and a normal IQ.He will faithfully tell all his feelings after the operation.

The riddle suddenly has the hope of solving it.

No, he couldn't wait until he was an adult, that would be too long!Another two years and he'll find the right body for him.

He tried hard to restrain his ecstasy: "Good boy, I will take good care of you, but the premise is that you will be obedient, right?"

Ryan saw the deep greed he was hiding. He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, and nodded obediently.

Dumacher smiled gently: "Lie down for a while, feel more comfortable and ring this bell, and the nurse will help you come to my office." He was referring to the call bell on the bedside.

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he turned and left in a hurry, and closed the door of the ward for Ryan thoughtfully.

He looks busy, Len thought.

Holding the silver ball, he turned his head to look at the black figure behind him.

He looks very clear now.

But it was strange, he seemed to be wearing a costume from a drama.It's kind of ridiculous, and kind of like a monster in a children's book, so it's kind of scary.

But this man...maybe not a man, he was helping him, and he didn't look malicious.

He was about to speak when he was stopped again.

Bruce shook his head, pointed to the small black spot on the wall: "Camera."

Ryan nodded and lay down again. He covered his lips with the quilt, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "You..."

When the question came to his lips, he didn't know what to ask.He wanted to ask too much.

Bruce waited silently for him to speak.

"Will you help me?" He finally chose such a question, his voice was no longer calm, but trembling with fear.

He didn't know why, maybe it was instinct that made him afraid, maybe it was the nature of small animals that made him unable to resist showing weakness and seeking shelter.

"I will." Even though Bruce knew he couldn't see it, he nodded involuntarily, trying to calm him down.

At this time, he finally understood why Ryan sent him here.

What would Ryan have done if he hadn't heard the puppeteer discussing with several of his managers about Ryan?How will he be treated?

He needs someone to help him.

Ryan pulled up the quilt to cover his eyes, he wanted to hide his tears, he really didn't know what to do.

"Have you always been by my side before?"

Even through the thick quilt, his voice could not hide his crying.

Bruce was very distressed. He walked to the bed and wanted to touch Ryan's cheek, but his hand passed through the quilt as usual without touching anything.

His heart suddenly turned cold, and he withdrew his hand helplessly: "That's right, I've always been here."

"Then before you..." Ryan wondered, so why did he speak now?

Bruce's eyes moved to his clenched right hand: "Maybe it has something to do with the ball Bruce Wayne gave you."

"Do you live there?" Ryan asked.

Bruce choked: "You can say that."

Ryan nodded seriously: "How should I escape from here? No, what should I call you?"

"b...bat" Bruce hesitated for a while, but still didn't choose to say his name, but called himself a bat: "We can't leave here yet."

He explained: "I have already checked here. This manor is built on an island, and there is only one building on the island. I guess the entire island should be the property of that Doctor Dumacher. There are only two ways to leave How: by boat or by helicopter."

"The keys should all be in the hands of the doctor. You have to steal the keys, or do what you just did, please him, let him trust you, and take you away."

"But there are still a large number of guards on this island. You must avoid them before you can leave."

Ryan complained: "This is impossible." It was too difficult for him.

"So you have to live and wait for your chance, Ryan."

Bruce sighed, knowing that this was too far-fetched.

This place is like a fortress, all the guards have guns, and Ryan can't drive a boat at all, let alone fly a helicopter.

Ryan gritted his teeth, tears gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably: "I want to go home..."

His voice was so low that he subconsciously called out the name: "Bruci..."

Bruce almost thought he recognized himself, but how was that possible?

What he wants is the self who stayed with him for two months, the self who may be immersed in the pain of losing his parents now, and has no time to take care of everything around him.

Bruce couldn't help being annoyed, "he" could save Ryan.If he diverted his energy from tracking down the real culprit who killed his parents a little bit to looking for Ryan.

That night he saw Catwoman.

Bruce Wayne, he could have tracked down Ryan's tracks and rescued him.

But he did nothing.

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