me and my vest

Shi Li was reading a thick book about examples of modern forensic science.

In less than half a year, he has read almost every book in the large library of Wayne's house.

In the end, only this one was the most popular.

"Sherlock!"

After Bruce got acquainted with Shi Li, although he still admired the image of Sherlock Holmes, but because he saw a more three-dimensional real person, he became closer unconsciously, and began to call him by his name according to modern habits.

Due to Thomas Wayne's busyness, Shili seems to have replaced part of his father's role. Bruce likes to stick to him, understand some key elements of reconnaissance in detail, and even learn the prudence and courtesy of some London gentlemen.

This, by the way, made Thomas both relieved and a little jealous.

Children grow, but don't teach themselves.

He pushed open the door of the library, and saw Shi Li who was reading a book and fiddled with the microscope.

"what are you doing?"

"As you can see, Mr. Xiao. I am acquiring knowledge—after all, I am so ignorant compared to you." Shi Li stroked his head, and the little boy's slightly curly hair felt good to the touch.

"You have already learned how to operate a computer! You can even assemble some small electrical appliances. I think it is already very good." Bruce jumped up to reach for the book in his hand, took it and put it in the bookshelf, "Don't read the book, Bad for the eyes, Aff made cookies, let's eat them."

Shi Li, who wanted to refuse, heard these three words, and silently let Bruce pull him away.

It's not that I'm not strong-willed, it's that what he made is really delicious.

No one can refuse the Butler Xia's cookies.

Bruce took Shi Li's hand and led him to the lawn in the garden. Martha had already arranged the picnic cloth and food, and sat there smiling and waving to them. gentle.

"Sherlock, come and try my new coffee."

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"Did Dad go to work again?" Bruce didn't see his father, and there was a little grievance in his sky blue eyes.

"That's right, Gotham's economy is in a downturn recently. If he doesn't go to work, many people will lose their jobs."

"Mr. Wayne will be back tomorrow morning."

"Look, since Sherlock said so, we will see Dad soon." After hearing this, Martha gently comforted Bruce. During the past few months when Shilu lived here, they have gotten used to him. It didn't seem like it took long for his reasoning to go from being curious and shocked at the beginning to being accustomed to it now.

Even if he is delusional, such a talent is not far from the real Sherlock Holmes.

"He's always busy, keeps talking about how Gotham is, how is responsibility, does he really... love us?"

Martha froze when she handed the cookie to Bruce, and made up her mind to have a good talk with Thomas about being with the children when he came back, and if there was no change, then go to sleep on the sofa.

"Mr. Bruce, just because he loves you, he wants this city to be better, so that you can live in a happy environment." The detective pointed out the problem, "Sometimes there are trade-offs. .”

"Just like when Watson got married, I knew it was not good, and I also said that I would not bless him, but I still regard him as my best friend."

Alfred, who happened to be pruning the flower branches and arrived nearby, quietly lowered his voice.

The suspected Sherlock Holmes guest was good everywhere, steady, elegant and polite, but he always became mean when he mentioned Watson's marriage.

"click".

Afu cut off a dead branch of rose.

"Ah, Sherlock, are you willing to take Bruce out for a stroll this afternoon?" Martha said calmly, "If it's you, it will be fine."

"Really?" Bruce's eyes lit up, looking at Shi Li expectantly.

Constantly sending "take me there" signals.

"Well, ma'am, as far as I know..."

"Thomas is often not at home. It is more dangerous for me to take Bruce out as a woman, but Sherlock is different. Both IQ and force are excellent." Martha refilled another cup of coffee for Shilu, "I am very trust you."

Alfred looked at Martha Wayne quietly, and she shook her head slightly at him, signaling to leave this matter alone.

"Well, if you insist, ma'am."

---

After Bruce pestered Shili to ride away with him, the butler came to ask Martha questions.

"Ma'am, don't you need to send someone to follow?"

"No need. Don't you understand Gotham yet? Fu. No matter how many people are sent to follow, it's useless. It's not as effective as Sherlock alone."

"The temptations of the past few months are enough. I believe he has no malicious intentions. We are already friends."

"Just as Bruce doesn't understand our situation, let Sherlock show him."

"He needs the right lead, and there's nothing like a righteous detective."

---

People shuttled through the streets numbly and indifferently.

The wind picks up the trash and dust and carries them away.

From time to time, gangsters carry weapons and pass by openly. The gangsters in the corner hook up with the police and beat the white-collar workers together. Street girls pull customers hard in front of their stores. Struggling on the steps by the trash can.

This is Gotham.

Chaotic, sinful and indifferent.

The sky was gray and gloomy.

Bruce grasped Shi Li's hand with some fear, but looked at everything curiously.

He changed his clothes, and Shi Li applied some weird makeup to cover his white and smooth skin, and he looked like a child from an ordinary family.

Apart from good self-cultivation and manners, it will not change for a while, but this is not a big problem.

He can temporarily not communicate with others.

"Look, Bruce." Shi Li lowered his voice, "That man is limping, but he tried his best to walk naturally."

"Well, I see it, Mr. Holmes."

At this moment, under such circumstances, Bruce couldn't help but call him Holmes again after hearing Shi Li's analysis.

"He must be injured. Look at his expression, he looks very angry." Shi Li covered his eyes with his hands and carefully identified, "He came out from the direction of that alley, and he was well dressed, he doesn't look like a low-level person, So we can deduce that he was robbed of a small fortune there."

Bruce listened carefully, observing with the thinking of the law of time, and at the same time couldn't help thinking that listening to Sherlock's speech always had a feeling of traveling through time and space, and his words and grammar had a feeling of the last century.

The two walked near the Wayne Enterprises building unknowingly. The men and women who entered and exited the building wore professional suits and walked in a rush.

"Do you see any difference?"

"...Are they leaving in a hurry?"

"No." Shi Li bent down and hugged Bruce, allowing him to have the height of an adult for a short time, allowing him to see people's expressions more clearly.

"There's a smile on their face, there's hope, and that's because Wayne Enterprises is the only place in the city where they can work."

"I have always believed that newspapers can get a lot of news and clues. Mr. Wayne's business has been working hard."

"To be honest, I've never seen such a sinful city, but, Bruce, your father is trying to change this place."

"It's pretty remarkable."

Bruce listened to these words, slowly hugged Shi Li tightly, and opened his eyes wide to see everyone's demeanor. They looked tired, but they were indeed different from the people they met on the street just now. They were not numb or cold-blooded , but try to wave to life.

"..."

"Sherlock, I now understand why Dad always has to work overtime."

"That's nice."

---

Dusk came slowly.

On the way back, Shili bought Bruce an ice cream and dunked three balls.

The two walked happily on the road, the shadow trailing behind them for a long time.

"It was a great day, Sherlock, thank you."

Shi Li smiled, and was about to answer when he suddenly saw a figure rushing towards Bruce, who was about to bump into Bruce.

He hastily changed the cane he held in his right hand to his left, and slammed it hard.

[Stubborn cane, conditional trigger! 】

The man fell to the ground holding his legs in mourning.

"thank you, sir!"

Then a person ran over in a panic, and made a big bow as soon as he got in front of them.

Bruce came back to his senses, looked up at him, and immediately hid behind Shi Li in fear.

A clown in an exaggeratedly colored costume with oil paint all over his face.

It is a little scary when the sun is behind it, and it is really easy to scare children.

"You're welcome, sir." Shi Li bent down to pick up his wallet, "This is yours, because there are some oil paints on it."

"Yes, thank you very much, I would not be able to pay my wife without it."

Shi Li took a few glances at him, glanced at the baggy clothes and funny makeup, saw the cheap cigarettes in his pocket, the leather shoe prints on his body, and the bruises on his wrists.

This is a thin and helpless young man, and somewhat malnourished, but he has no words to comfort him.

Who in this city is not difficult?

"I wish you success in the rest of your life, sir."

The clown gave him a surprised look, and seemed touched by the blessing and respect he received, but he quickly walked away with his wallet.

"What about the thief?" Bruce asked.

"The police station will ignore us, he just broke a leg bone, let him go back by himself."

"Can he do it?"

"I don't know, if he belonged to a gang, then maybe this defeat would cost him another leg. If he was alone, it would starve him for a long time."

Bruce didn't speak for a long time after hearing this, but they walked all the way back to the manor and saw Alfred who greeted them.

The little boy suddenly grabbed Shi Lil's hand.

His expression was firm and his tone was unquestionable.

"Sherlock, when I grow up, I must change this place."