I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Ryan?" Bruce could hardly contain his excitement.Does he remember?

He took a few steps forward full of hope, but the boy with a pair of scarlet eyes who looked like a doll took two steps back as if seeing something frightening.

The pair of pointed bat ears reminded Ryan of the weird totem flashing across the wall. Even though he hid his emotions well, the subconscious fear still shone in those scarlet eyes. flashed by.

Bruce stopped and lowered his arms in frustration, sure enough, it still didn't work.

Seeing him stop, those scarlet eyes were filled with curiosity again, staring at him without blinking.It's just that his eyes are like his only window to communicate with the outside world, like ceramic dolls in the window, there is no expression on his face, and he doesn't make any further movements.

Hugo frowned. This experimental sample was a bit different from the one he had awakened before. He hurriedly picked up the communication device: "Get Dr. Lecter over here, hurry up!"

"You know that traumatized person subconsciously fantasizes that they are a perfect human being? Or that they are the complete opposite of themselves."

Hannibal smiled gently, and his eyes did not move away from the pair of scarlet eyes behind the glass curtain: "I don't know what he has experienced, but obviously, your hypnosis can't work, he There is a self that has been constructed in the brain."

Sharp Claw, who heard the news, was obviously unwilling to believe that this doctor, who was not affiliated with the court at all, disrupted the situation: "What does it matter? Didn't the previous experimental subjects suffer any trauma?"

"I hope you can do what the court requires, Doctor Lecter." Claw's hand had already reached the weapon pinned to his waist, and the threat was self-evident.

Hugo didn't intend to cause any misunderstanding between his boss and his friends, and lightly patted Hannibal on the shoulder, indicating that he should follow what the court said.

The smile on Hannibal's face remained the same, he didn't say the sentence "This kind of forced memory instillation is very unstable, and the false memory won't last long at all." He just nodded and turned on the microphone.

"Hello, Ryan." Hannibal's voice was much gentler and more refined than Hugo's, and there was a kind of magic that people couldn't help but want to believe.

"Perhaps you can tell me, dear boy, what do you remember?"

Ryan closed his eyes, sat on the bed in an almost obedient posture, and folded his hands on his hands.The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Hugo couldn't help but put his thoughts elsewhere—the claw was still not careful enough, he forgot to dye those too long eye-catching silver-white eyelashes into gold.

After a long time, just when everyone thought he would never speak again, he opened his eyes and quietly looked at the empty wall in front of him: "I don't remember anything."

With a satisfied smile on Talon's face, he guessed that the psychiatrist brought in by Hugo himself was really talking nonsense.

Hannibal caught the flash of hesitation in his eyes, and said calmly: "Your Christian name is Jordan Rendon. My child, you are the most honorable prince of Azeroth."

He took out the pamphlet and said nonsense without changing his face: "You are kind, warm-hearted, and upright...almost have all the excellent qualities of a prince. You are also an excellent paladin, with the eight virtues as admonitions, guarding to all the subjects in Stormwind."

Ryan still had no expression on his face, but Hannibal had already seen his dullness.He widened his smile calmly, and continued to talk nonsense: "But until one day, a disaster happened in your territory, and the devil pretended to be your best friend: Bruce Wayne. He tricked you and killed you. Your parents slaughtered many innocent civilians."

"You can only save your country by killing him, Ryan, and that's your responsibility."

"You have died once, my child. I summoned you back with holy water. This time, you must be careful not to let the evil devil know your purpose. You want to kill him, Ryan."

Ryan closed his eyes, suppressing the strangeness that flashed in his eyes, and then opened his eyes again, but his eyes fell on the black figure in the corner.

That kind of action was like the usual action where he subconsciously asked for his own opinion. Bruce looked complicated, but still shook his head.

Ryan closed his eyes again, stood up from the bed, knelt down on one knee to the ground, gently pressed his left hand to the uppermost joint of his right arm, and performed a standard knight kneeling salute.

He bowed his head reverently: "I would like to offer my heart to my country, and I will bring back the heads of the enemies to comfort the souls of the ancestors."

Claw nodded in satisfaction: "Give him to Theo Galavan, the court has reached some agreement with him, and he will assist our 'His Royal Highness' to complete the task."

Hugo nodded. Sure enough, his guess was right. Sure enough, the entire Wayne Company had been infiltrated by the court.

Talon didn't speak any more, and left Indian Hill straight away. He had stayed here for too long, and he had to return to the court to report the results.However, he raised his lips and smiled, he believed that both the leader and Lady Catherine would be very satisfied with the result.

Hannibal stood quietly in front of the glass, looking at the slender boy who was still kneeling on the ground.It wasn't his illusion, that child didn't believe his words at all.

But he didn't feel he should speak up about it.

So he still smiled gently: "I believe you will not let me down, my child."

Besides, his eyes moved to the corner of the room, and he saw the little guy's eyes stay in that place many times. What's there?

Hugo keenly sensed a slight change in his attitude, but he didn't know what it was, but it probably wasn't important, Hugo thought, and called his female assistant Harley Quinn, she was a Han An excellent psychiatrist recommended by Nibal: "Quinne? I hope you bring the patient from Room 06 to my office. Don't worry, he is a gentle little guy."

Ryan stood up from the ground expressionlessly. He knew that everything the voice told him just now was false, because subconsciously, he felt that he could trust the dark figure in the corner.

Except for the occasional horror images that flashed in his mind: pool of blood, white rose, totem and probably his own two names, he couldn't remember anything anymore, but he could guess something from his situation.

First of all, from the restraint belt at the beginning, it can be seen that he may be a prisoner or a patient, and from the reactions of those "monitors", it is probably the latter.

Second, that name: Bruce Wayne might be the crux of the matter, because these guys want to use themselves to kill him.

In the end, he guessed that he was probably in some cult organization, and such a lie sounded like the brainwashing propaganda of some cult.

He thinks that he has probably two tasks at present: one is to find out who he really is.The second is to escape from this place.

No, his eyes turned and stayed on the figure in the corner: there is one more, figure out what it is.

The sound of a mechanical lock suddenly sounded in the room, and the door was opened from the outside. A young-looking woman in a white coat and glasses stood outside the room.

Her smile looked gentle and heart-warming, but it made Ryan feel a little bit of peacekeeping: "No. 06...Is that Ryan? I am your doctor in charge, Harley Quinn, please follow me now."

She stood in front of the door and waited for Ryan's movements, she didn't seem to intend to come in.

"Harley Quinn?" Ryan raised his eyebrows. This beautiful doctor's defense against him really made him have some other guesses. Maybe he is actually a mental patient?He deliberately changed his tone: "You may have misunderstood, I am Le... Jordan Rendon, the prince of Azeroth, the master of Stormwind City, I have more important tasks."

His brow furrowed for a moment and then quickly relaxed: he didn't seem to know his last name.

Harley Quinn, who had been instructed by Dr. Hugo a long time ago, did not show any abnormality. She adjusted her glasses and smiled softly: "Yes, Your Highness, but the doctor still has a lot to explain to you, please come with me." .”

Ryan glanced at the man in black who had walked to him at some point, and put it in the medical record in the hands of the female doctor without any trace: the first page was a red-haired man named Jerome Valeska Patient, he stared at the strange smile of the man in the color photo.

Harry followed his line of sight to look at the medical record in her hands. She suddenly remembered that Jerome seemed to know this kid named Ryan, but she still quickly closed the medical record in her hand and politely urged : "Lane?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." The doll-like boy remained expressionless, apologizing without sincerity, and followed the pace of the female doctor.

Hannibal, who had been watching his movements, frowned, and things seemed to be getting interesting: the kid could see something else.

"Sit down, my child." Dr. Hugo held the coffee and pointed to the sofa beside him with his left hand: "What would you like to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"No need, doctor." He had already guessed the identity of the man in front of him, Ryan shook his head, and sat obediently next to Hugo.

"Give me a tiramisu." Dr. Hugo ordered the woman dressed as a maid standing aside, and then turned to look at Ryan: "I know you may have a lot of doubts, my child. But you be patient."

He took another sip of coffee: "I will send you to Mr. Theo Galavan, and he will help you complete your task."

Ryan nodded and said nothing.

The tiramisu was quickly brought up by the maid, and Dr. Hugo handed it to Ryan.

The cake was a small piece no half the size of the palm, and a silver fork only about ten centimeters long was placed aside.

Ryan swept across the two guards with guns in front of the door of the room called "Office" which was actually a living room, thinking slowly in his mind.

He thanked him politely, picked up the silver fork, and thought about whether it would have a better chance of winning if it was inserted through the temple, or whether it would be better if it was inserted into the heart.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a good-looking young man walked in from the door: "Doctor, are you looking for me?" He saw the young man sitting on the sofa eating cake at a glance, and it was he who rushed In front of him, he blocked a knife that would not be swung at all.

He is a clone of Bruce Wayne. He knows exactly what Bruce Wayne has encountered and who he has met, including the Ryan Black in front of him.

He was very envious that Bruce Wayne had such a friend who was willing to sacrifice his life for him. Fortunately, now Ryan was no longer Bruce Wayne's friend, he was now his colleague.

Soon, everything about Bruce Wayne will be his.

"That's right." Dr. Hugo smiled; "I want you to get to know each other."

Ryan stood up and held out his left hand kindly; "Hi, I'm Jordan Rendon."

"Bruce Wayne" withdrew his right hand in doubt, and replaced it with his left hand to hold the palm with too fair complexion, and introduced himself friendly; "Hello, I'm a clone of Bruce Wayne...".

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp stabbing pain in his chest.He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the silver product that was almost completely submerged in his chest, shining with metallic light.

The fork went right into his heart.

"Goodbye, my dear friend. May your soul be blessed by God and rest in peace in heaven." Ryan supported the weakly fallen body of the young man in front of him, closed his scarlet eyes that gleamed with great malice, and prayed devoutly.After all, he's a righteous and brave prince, isn't he?

Blood splattered on the expensive carpet and into the coffee mug in front of Dr. Hugo.

The guards in front of the door quickly raised their guns and pointed at the blond boy. No one expected Ryan to attack suddenly.

But the most surprised one was Batman. He stared blankly at the fallen "self" and asked incredulously, "Ryan?"

The author has something to say:

The content that Uncle Ba made up came from Warcraft. Of course, the name Jordan has nothing to do with Warcraft.

I want to speed up this passage.

Leybold is what he subconsciously wants himself to be, what he can become to protect himself (and what David looks like too), above, comes to mind right away.

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