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In the next period of time, Hilda had a very happy time in Wayne Manor.

It seems that because of the terrible experience in the special hall of Lions, Bruce was a little stimulated by the near-death, and his emotions spewed out unconsciously, showing a more clingy appearance.Many times, Hilda inadvertently turned her head to meet his eyes, always feeling confused——why are the emotions in his eyes so complicated and heavy?Although she knew that Bruce was not the only one he showed in front of her, she still couldn't clearly understand the direct source of his emotions.

She had a faint premonition that maybe in the near future, the relationship between her and Bruce would go one step further.But exactly when that moment came, Hilda didn't know.

She stayed in Wayne Manor all day long, either in the bedroom with Bruce day and night, or playing games with Jason on the sofa in the living room.Fortunately, Hilda's nerves are strong enough, and the old housekeeper is also full of tolerance for "young people who like to mess around", so this family can appear to be in a state where nothing happened on the surface.

Speaking of which, Hilda originally planned to forget about the failed recording of "Spent a Day in Gotham with Me" that day, and choose another time to show everyone the peace and friendship of Gotham again, but she didn't expect the person in charge to express her concern for this time. The dramatic effect of the live broadcast was extremely satisfying. Not only did he not agree to another live broadcast, but he simply used that half of the live broadcast to make a vlog and broadcast it to the public.

It is said that because the person in charge found another way, he found the real direction of Gotham's tourism industry from this live broadcast-adventure.

Let me ask, which Caucasian can resist the death instinct written in DNA?Since some people are willing to spend a lot of money on extreme sports and never repent even if they break their legs (yes, that’s right, it’s a famous playboy in Gotham), of course there will be people who are willing to spend money to explore Gotham and experience the simple folk customs of this city customs.

... To be honest, this brand new plan by the Gotham Tourism Bureau made Hilda really feel what it means to be broken.

She took a look at volg, and the effect was really good. It perfectly showed Hilda's heroic fighting posture when she dealt with the villains. With the passionate music, it made people want to join in.

At the end of the video, the editor thoughtfully cut out the scene where Hilda turned her head and sneered at the camera, then the video froze, and a provocative big word flashed:

Wake up, you can't be as handsome as me.

Audience at the end: ? ? ? ?

Hilda who also saw this ending: ...?

Even when she saw this scene, she felt inexplicably upset about being provoked.

So she quit the video, like countless viewers who saw this vlog, and clicked on the official Twitter account of the Gotham Tourism Bureau. The first post was a forwarded reply to a large number of question marks in the video comment area:

Gotham Tourism Bureau: That is a very sincere and kind reminder, a friendly reminder, not everyone is like Miss Hilda, a mutant woman who is both wise and brave Interviewer: What does that last sentence mean? ? ? ? ? ? ? //Gotham Tourism Bureau: #我们在 Gotham过一天##平均无奇的一天#【Video】

Hilda glanced at the comments below, there was a series of question marks or angry expressions, and there were many long speeches refuting and insulting the Gotham Tourism Bureau, most of which were aimed at the two key points of "mutants" and "women". The word Crazy Fire.

Hilda laughed, probably guessing the route the Gotham Tourism Bureau wanted to take.

--interesting.She thought, so she retweeted this tweet, commented briefly, "That's right", and quit Twitter regardless of the bloody storm caused by this reply.

The phone screen lit up at the right time, Hilda glanced at it, and the name of [Alice Walker] flickered.

She answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Hi, Hilda."

"What's up?"

Alice smiled over there: "...Of course, in fact, Martina called me. I think I should give you an explanation."

"Explanation?" Hilda casually picked up a fruit on the coffee table, "If you want to tell me that our meeting and everything after that are part of your calculation, then I already know. I just I want to get a definite answer from you, why did you make such a big circle?"

"Martina and I depend on each other for life," Alice said, "she is my most important relative. But when I tried to see her future, I found that waiting for Martina is always an inescapable death Sometimes, she will die in a noisy bar, and sometimes, she will die in a secluded alley..." Her voice softened, "And I have tried everything I can, and I have done everything I can. Things are waiting for the only chance to turn everything around - and that is you."

Hilda paused for playing with the fruit.

"I don't care who you are and what purpose you have here," Alice said slowly, "I don't even care about the future—I paid a high price to wait for this opportunity, so how could I not Hold on tight and turn this deadlock over? I want to thank you, Hilda, for resurrecting Martina. For this world, Martina is just an insignificant, dusty little person, but For me, she is far more important than this world."

"Although there was a little problem in the middle, it didn't affect the result I wanted. You fulfilled your promise. Now, Martina, like me, lives in this world well, which is enough Already." Alice said, her voice revealed a maturity that didn't match her age, which made Hilda feel strange.

"Are you so bold to say these things in the academy?" Hilda asked, "Aren't there mutants in your school who can read minds?"

"I'm no longer at Xavier College." Alice replied, "I went to another place, a place that suits me better."

"So, congratulations?"

Alice laughed: "Thank you, Hilda....Maybe I should give you a little suggestion: Pay more attention to the people around you. Blind trust may only bring about betrayal."

"What do you mean?" she asked calmly.

Alice: "You really don't know what I mean?"

Hilda: "..."

She hung up the phone.

At the moment, she was alone in the living room. Bruce had already gone out, and the old housekeeper was busy. Jason didn't know what he was up to lately, and he slipped out as usual today, so Hilda didn't have to show her social necessity like she did in front of people. Indispensable facial expressions, as far as possible to show the indifferent side.

--Really annoying.

Everyone has their own secrets, she thought, and everyone has to try to guess everyone else's secrets.In this way, a certain balance is maintained, without deep thinking or exploration, isn't it?

If she could, she hoped that those secrets that would make her uncomfortable would never be revealed to her.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Hilda was taken aback, and sat up from the sofa. She looked at the front door hesitantly, thinking whether she should go and see who was outside the door.

After hesitating, the old housekeeper came out of the kitchen.

She breathed a sigh of relief instantly: "Ah Fu, the doorbell rang."

"Yes, Miss Hilda," Alfred nodded slightly to her as he walked towards the gate, "Speaking of which, Wayne Manor has not had any visitors for a long time... ah."

He didn't open the door, but he had already seen the visitor outside the door through the surveillance, so he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then looked at Hilda hesitantly.

Hilda was aroused by his reaction: "Who is it?"

"You don't know him." The old butler said, "But, I don't think he can be regarded as a 'guest' of Wayne Manor."

He opened the door.

Outside the door, a tall young man greeted him warmly: "Long time no see! Alfred!"

Hilda somehow felt that this voice was familiar.

"It's been a long time, Master Dick." The old housekeeper stepped aside and smiled at him, "Welcome home."

There was a touch of emotion on Dick's face: "Oh, of course—I mean, thank you, Fu. Actually, I'm back this time..."

"It's already home! You should let me go now! Grayson!" Jason struggled a few times behind him.

Under the surprised eyes of the old butler, Dick coughed and lifted Jason from behind to the front.The old butler looked at Jason with a flushed face, and was very surprised. He clearly remembered that when Jason left in the morning, he was still a well-dressed little gentleman, but at this moment, the one who was picked up by Dick looked like a beggar who had just come from a garbage dump. Well, it reminded Alfred of Jason's first visit to Wayne's house.

--What's going on here?He didn't understand it for a while.

Dick looked serious, and coughed softly with one hand clenched into a fist: "I'm coming back this time to talk to Bruce about Jason's education."

Jason just blew up because of this: "Bullshit! Dick Grayson! Are you human! You want to go home when you want to go home, why do you use me as an excuse to go home!!!"

——He really regretted it!Why did he think Dick was a nice guy when he was so blind before?Why did he feel that Dick, who had run away from home successfully, could become an ally with him to fight against Batman's tyranny? ! !He was wrong!He shouldn't have taken the trouble to cover Nightwing during his solo plan!This is really one of the most failed and wrong decisions he has ever made in Jason Todd's life!

Dick couldn't hold back his face: "Don't talk nonsense! I came back to have a good talk with Bruce for your healthy growth!"

The old housekeeper looked at the two young masters with a smile on his face, and said, "Master hasn't come back yet, I baked some cookies, maybe Master Dick, you want to eat some cookies while waiting for the master to come back." He talk?"

Dick's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately.

He walked into the door with Jason, who was full of displeasure, and walked towards the living room naturally. However, before he could feel the satisfaction and peace of mind of returning home, he met Hope, who was sitting on the sofa and looking this way. Erda's gaze.

He stiffened.

"You..." Hilda stared at him suspiciously, "You look familiar, have we met?"