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The two discussed this issue for a while, and Bruce handed Grace a USB drive.

"It contains the information about the four patterns," he said, "If you want to go and investigate, I can help."

Grace took the USB drive, thought for a while and replied, "Thank you, but I don't use it for now."

"A Gotham is enough for you," she said in a joking tone, trying to ease the atmosphere, "If I find anything, I'll let you know."

She didn't want to cause so much trouble for others.

Bruce looked at her for a while, then nodded silently: "Be careful."

"Of course." Grace smiled.

"Ah, by the way, what happened to those children and that girl?" Grace suddenly remembered this matter.

Although I went to the hospital to inquire about it this morning, it would be more reassuring to ask the person handling the situation.

"Don't worry, I asked Gordon to send someone to protect them," Bruce replied, "I also found the ledger you mentioned, and Gordon will take care of the next thing."

Although he didn't say it clearly, the mayor's resignation is probably a certainty, and the rest is just a matter of time.

"A lot of people were involved this time, and it will take some time to deal with all those people."

Except for those who sell, those who buy are not good people.

However, it wasn't these people who were causing Bruce the most headaches right now.

"With the disappearance of the black box, Gotham's current gang balance will soon be broken," he said in a deep voice, "the next period of time will not be peaceful."

"I'm sorry... I caused it too." Grace felt that she had caused him a lot of trouble this time.

But Bruce shook his head and said, "It's a matter of time, but it's ahead of time."

At this moment, Bruce paused for a moment before continuing.

"Gordon said the girl ... wanted to testify," he said. "She said she saw the mayor's face when he inspected the goods."

"A strong child." Grace sighed slightly, but felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

No one would force a child who has suffered through all this to appear in court, and only she can decide.

From wanting to commit suicide to testifying in court, who knows what kind of struggle this child has had in his heart.

"You..." Bruce's words just revealed a beginning, and then broke.

"Huh?" Grace naturally noticed.

Bruce pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then changed the subject: "No, I just think you care about that child."

"Ah, it seems a bit?" Grace was surprisingly honest, "After all... she has suicidal tendencies."

"She'll be fine." Bruce felt like he couldn't say anything else at this point.

——Death is a thousand times more painful than you imagined.

Why did Grace say such things at that time?

Bruce didn't think he could ask the question.

Generally few people will use such a statement, because it is too easy to be refuted.

Only people who have really experienced it can say that.

Bruce was watching her silently, but Grace didn't notice.

She took out her phone and looked at the time on it, only to realize that it was already quite late.

"Oh, Bruce, I'm afraid I have to go," Grace said, retracting her phone. "Are you almost 'working hours,' too?"

"...Bruce?"

Grace noticed that the man in front of her seemed to be distracted.

"I'll ask Alfred to take you back." Bruce responded.

Grace thought about it and didn't refuse. After all, Wayne's mansion is on the mountain, and even if she got to the gate, there was no taxi for her.

"I'll take you up."

*****

It was completely dark, and only the lights in the manor were maintaining a weak lighting function.

Grace and Bruce were standing at the gate waiting for Alfred to drive over from the garage.

Pudding seemed full and sleepy, sleeping soundly in the travel bag Grace prepared for him.

Grace reached into the bag and carefully rubbed its head before taking out her hand again.

"Is it okay to put it in the bag?" Bruce knew that he was probably looking for something to talk about.

"It's okay, it's for pets, it has ventilation holes," Grace explained.

The most important thing is to prevent pudding from running around outside in a moment of excitement.

"Thank you for your hospitality today." Grace turned around and said with a smile.

"Yeah." Bruce nodded slightly.

There was some silence between the two, and some didn't know what to say.

Grace knew that this twisted person would have no next move.

"Why, don't you give me a goodbye hug after a long absence?" She joked.

Bruce froze for a moment, showing a helpless smile.

He took two steps forward and gave Grace a gentle hug, not too hard, but cautious.

Grace chuckled and hugged back.

She still smelled the light woody citrus scent.

"...I'm glad you're alive." Bruce hesitated for a moment, but said it anyway.

Grace looked at him and smiled softly: "Me too."

They heard the whistle, and it was Alfred coming.

"It's time to go, see you next time, Bruce," Grace waved to him, "Say hello to Jason for me by the way."

She walked down the steps, but turned around suddenly.

"By the way, I suggest that you wear less perfume when you are pretending in the future."

"It will be exposed." She smiled mysteriously.

Before Bruce could answer, Grace got into the car.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Is it so exposed?

...a lesson to be learned.

*****

So, where to find a housekeeper like Alfred?

After returning to the cottage, Grace opened the box Alfred gave her in the car, saying that it was some small gifts he had prepared.

Inside were two tins of cookies and a piece of cardboard.

There are some words of greeting written on the card, how long the cookies can be kept, and the tutorial on how to make cat food for pudding today.

Too careful.

Grace sighed in her heart, while carefully putting away the jammed paper.

She packed her luggage and bought a plane ticket back to Washington tomorrow afternoon.

After washing, Grace lay flat on the bed.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

Some can't sleep.

"Meow~" Pudding yelled from an unknown corner.

"Come here, pudding." Grace didn't sit up, she just lay on the bed and called out.

After a few seconds, there was a movement on one side of the bed, and it was Pudding who jumped up.

"Oh my gosh," Grace whispered, "babe you gotta lose weight."

The pudding was sitting on Grace's belly, weighing a considerable amount.

It seemed to understand Grace's complaints, and immediately stood up and walked forward to Grace's chest, raised its claws and hit Grace's face twice.

"OK! OK! I was wrong!" Grace grabbed her and lifted her up to prevent it from inflicting 'violence' on her.

The raised Pudding struggled for a while, but obediently stopped after realizing that it was no match for Grace.

Grace sat up and kneaded the pudding well for a 'punishment' before stopping.

Seeing Pudding's pitiful appearance, Grace couldn't help but smile.

"He's still the same as before." She said softly suddenly.

"It's more silent and introverted than before."

Of course Pudding didn't understand what she was talking about, and just tilted his head to look at her.

"I thought I didn't care much about it, but now I feel that I am really happy."

"Really, very happy."

Grace showed a smile, hugged pudding and lay down again.

This time, she fell asleep quickly.

*****

"Hi, I'm looking for Leonard Dart."

Grace stood in front of the nurse's desk and said.

"OK, wait."

It took her more than two months to travel to four countries, but in the end she found nothing.

However, Grace is already more depressed than before.

She knew that this matter would definitely not be found out all at once.

She is not so conceited that she can find out such a huge multinational organization by herself.

Grace has been in touch with Bruce a few times, but she can tell from the phone that he's been busy lately.

For no other reason than that she had heard Alfred deadpan protest that Bruce had only slept three hours in 48 hours.

Three days ago, she had just returned to Washington, ready to take a break and continue her investigation.

The so-called rest is to go to the psychiatric hospital where Leonard is again.

However, to her some surprise, Leonard was transferred.

According to the hospital, Leonard's condition gradually stabilized and his tendency to attack disappeared.

So, at the request of his family, Leonard was transferred to New York.

Grace felt very strange, because Leonard's parents died early, and his fiancée broke the engagement with him after he went crazy.

Where will family members ask Leonard to be transferred?

It's too weird.

Sensing something was wrong, Grace rushed to New York without stopping.

"Is Leonard Dart right? It's time to rest outside. He should be in the courtyard." The nurse checked and informed Grace.

"Thank you." Grace nodded.

She was walking in the corridor of the hospital, almost seeing crazy patients everywhere.

At the farthest point, there were even doctors and nurses carrying a mad patient inside.

depressing environment.

Grace walked to the courtyard. Today's weather can be called good, with the sun and some wind.

She immediately found her partner, and in front of him was a woman with dark brown hair.

Grace had only just approached when she saw the woman suddenly raised her head.

"Hello, Grace," the woman smiled sweetly, "She told me your time will come."

The author has something to say: There may be some emotional dramas that are not considered emotional dramas (guilty)

The woman at the end I believe you must know who it is (hey