me and my vest

"This Mr. Holmes, why did you come to Gotham? Where do you live?"

Shi Li realized that it was time to test his acting skills next.

"I live in London, Mr Wayne."

"Wait, you know my name?"

"The book was written as a gift to Thomas Wayne just now, maybe I can assume that it refers to you."

Thomas looked at Shi Li suspiciously. It is undeniable that he was very moved when he knocked down the robber at first, because there are still kind-hearted people in Gotham. How rare is this kind of brave behavior.

But when he saw what the visitor was wearing and heard the words he asked, the feeling of relief disappeared.

Don't mention the retro clothes, because maybe someone is after such a fashion, but this is Gotham in the United States, but he asked how to get to London, which seemed to be very close, and then called himself Sherlock Holmes.

Obviously mentally ill.

Maybe he got so addicted to playing detective that he couldn't tell who he was.

Shi Li was brought back because he helped himself and the night in Gotham was too dangerous.

"Actually, maybe I have experienced a remarkable journey." Shi Li put down the cane he had been holding, took out the newspaper from his arms, and then pretended to hesitate for a while before placing it on the table.

"I think you can be trusted with me."

Thomas Wayne picked up the newspaper and looked at it in surprise. It was a serious London newspaper, and it was impossible to find any mistakes from any angle, but it was a nineteenth-century morning newspaper.

What do you mean?

This man wants me to believe he's from the nineteenth century?

Shi Lv continued calmly, his every move showed the personality traits of a person who pursues rationality and rigorous thinking, and at the same time, the grammar used when speaking was also very different from modern times.

"I believe that in the future, yes, judging by the buildings and vehicles and people's clothes on the road you took me, this should not be my era. So the identification method will also improve, maybe you can check This newspaper."

"Although the times have changed, people will not change. I can feel that you are an upright person."

Listening to these words, Thomas Wayne began to suspect that this man and that robber were in the same group, and the purpose was to deceive himself, and to achieve some purpose by performing such a play.

But is the lie of traveling through time necessary?

Not even real people.

After struggling for a while, Thomas Wayne still decided to let him stay. Whether he was a clever paranoid, a liar, or really Sherlock Holmes in the nineteenth century, he always felt that letting him out would cause some big trouble.

"Then, Mr. Holmes, would you like to go and rest? It is late, and I will arrange a room for you."

"Thank you for your generosity." Shi Li nodded, and was led up to the second floor.

The room Thomas Wayne arranged for Shili was the innermost one on the second floor. If you want to go out, you will inevitably pass through a room with many people, and this is also the room farthest from Bruce.

Watching the man close the door, Thomas Wayne handed the newspaper to Alfred who was behind him at some point, "Alfred, take this to check."

---

early morning.

Bruce opened his eyes, couldn't wait to throw off the quilt, put on his pajamas indiscriminately, and ran downstairs.

The aroma of black tea filled the living room.

Shi Lu was making tea for himself, when he heard the sound of going downstairs, he didn't look up, and continued to fill the teacup.

"Good morning, Master Bruce."

"Good morning." The little boy greeted excitedly, "Just call me Bruce!"

"Why do you know that I came down? You obviously didn't look up."

Different from ordinary families, Thomas and Martha attach great importance to education and believe that excellent education can create excellent people. What they taught Bruce since childhood is not what ordinary children learn.

So little Bruce's idol is Sherlock Holmes.

Think about it, London during the Industrial Revolution, the thick smog hanging over Baker Street, the detective and his partner weaving through the alleys, the detectives trailing behind them in search of the murderer.

The silhouette printed on the curtain, the alcohol bottle in the corner, the burning wood stove, the files on the bookshelf, the map on the wall, the pipe rack...

What could be more handsome than this?

Bruce waited expectantly for his answer.

"This is the unique footsteps of children." Shi Li responded to him, picked up the tea and took a sip.

This sentence already satisfied Bruce very much.

"I have to praise your taste for this taste."

"As long as you like it." Martha Wayne was sitting next to her, but her son, who was too curious just now, didn't see her.

She slept the earliest yesterday and didn't know what happened. After being informed by Thomas this morning, she felt very complicated because of this miraculous thing.

However, on the premise of protecting Bruce, the couple did not hesitate to show their kindness.

"We don't know what to do about what happened to you," Martha continued, "but my husband has already gone to investigate, hoping to find some clues."

Hearing this, Shiritsu felt that the time had come.

"Actually, ma'am, I'm not in a hurry with this question. What I want to ask is—" Shi Li stared into her eyes, "Why do you react so strongly to my name?"

---

After Thomas Wayne thoroughly checked the place where he met Shili and all the strange things during that time period, he still didn't find anything strange.

For this sudden paranoia, I searched all over Gotham, but found no trace of his past life.

I had no choice but to ask my friends who are good at finding people to collect some information.

When he returned home, he saw Shili who was watching the detective stories of Sherlock Holmes.

He held the book and looked at it very seriously, expressing different opinions from time to time.

"In this case, Watson actually helped me a lot. If he hadn't stopped me, I might have been hit by Mu Cang."

Bruce lay beside him and listened intently, "Is Dr. Watson a good fighter?"

"Yes, you have to know that he used to be a soldier. I am good at some Japanese wrestling, but I can't beat him." Saying this, Shi Li turned another page, but he suddenly stopped and scanned After a few glances, he closed the book.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me? Are you thirsty, Mr. Holmes?" Bruce said disappointedly, then turned over and got off the sofa, trying to pour him a glass of water.

"No, not really."

"From here on, I haven't been in touch with those cases." Shi Li returned the books to Bruce, and these were all hardcover books in his collection.

"Life is very boring. I don't want to spend my time in mediocrity. These cases make me less boring. I don't want to know their endings in advance."

Thomas Wayne stood at the door and looked at the expressions of his wife and son. They seemed to believe that this was Sherlock Holmes himself from the book.

"This is quite a wonderful experience. If I can go back and tell it to Watson, he will think I am dreaming." The handsome man laughed a few times, "I will be angry for many days, blaming me for disappearing .”

"Don't worry, I can tell the truth from the fake. Maybe your world is also a novel?"

Then he stood up and took out a few things from his pocket, "This is a jewel given to me by the Dutch royal family as a thank you gift after a case. I think it should be worth a lot even now."

"Will you accept me for a while?" He looked at the male owner of the house.

"dad……"

"Well, Mr. Holmes, you are welcome to stay here."

Thomas reluctantly compromised. At worst, it would be better to send more people to monitor it later. It is safe to keep the threat under the nose.

It's just that he didn't realize that after Shi Lu said those words, he himself believed that this was himself.

"Yeah!!!" Bruce rushed over to hug him, "Thank you Dad! Mr. Holmes can live here from now on!"

From that day on, the most fantastic and most influential period of Bruce Wayne's childhood began.