Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

The reporters outside seemed to have sensed something suddenly, and rushed to the door of this private room.From Qinghe's point of view, it looked like ants noticed the food that had fallen on the ground and swarmed over.

She subconsciously looked at Bruce Wayne, but found that the other person's facial expression was calm but also revealed information that he didn't know about it.

Immediately, she immediately thought: This is Bruce Wayne!No matter what kind of news it is, as long as Bruce Wayne's name is on it, it will immediately occupy the headlines of the newspapers.

Not to mention this kind of...

She is already fully able to imagine what the text that will appear in the newspaper tomorrow will look like.

So Qinghe stood there without moving—she couldn't get out at all because the door was completely surrounded, not to mention...the focus of the camera flashes in the hands of these reporters was obviously him beside him.

Forget it, she doesn't care what the newspaper writes about.Anyway... she will leave here sooner or later.

Thinking of this, she felt more relaxed than ever before.

The reporters asked questions very quickly, and Qinghe didn't pay attention at all.It's just tricky gossip questions.

Bruce's face was still expressionless, but his good-looking eyes glanced lightly at these people blocking their way.He who had always shown others with a flawless and frivolous smile frowned very rarely.

For these issues, he only gently dismissed them with a sentence of "no comment".

He just took a step forward, and the next second he got close to the black-haired girl and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The reporter didn't get the answer they wanted, so they asked a more pointed question: "Mr. Wayne, for this woman who just appeared by your side not long ago, are you just playing around to add to your affair?" ?”

Even the heroine in the story has never thought of this very interesting question.Qinghe turned to look at Bruce, wondering how he would answer.

Choosing not to answer at this time is obviously an extremely bad ending.

But the unexpected answer appeared, Bruce said no.

?

God knows, even if he directly chooses to admit it, she won't blame him...

"As for her identity, you will know after a while."

Then he walked out with Qinghe.

On the second day, Qinghe originally wanted to sneak out of the manor, but was stopped by Bruce.It's unbelievable that he didn't get any rest during the day.

"I'll take you there." Bruce said with one hand on the steering wheel.

The blue super sports car was driving alone on the wide avenue, and the scene ahead was empty.

It took Qinghe dozens of seconds to really figure out what Bruce meant by "there".She didn't expect Bruce to say that at all, it was too much for him.

But go for it, you have nothing to lose.

Qinghe nodded.

"But..." Bruce's voice paused, "Don't forget our agreement."

"Of course not." The girl said directly.

It was a slightly old-looking building. Even though the outer wall was made of red bricks, it looked even darker under the already gloomy sky in Gotham.

Bruce stopped the car, "I can go with you."

"But I want to be alone for a while." Qinghe turned his head and said to him, and there seemed to be a trace of doubt-like emotion flashing on his face beside him, but it was only a momentary thing-Bruce agreed.

Qinghe walked into the apartment.The apartment is very old and doesn't even have an elevator.From the stairs to the seventh floor, she didn't meet any residents of the apartment on the way.

Her eyes fell on the doorknob.

It was so strange—at best, she didn't come back here for a long, long time, but the doorknob of this room was covered with dust.

She is not sure if there will be any "surprises" in the room when she opens the door.After all, the lunatics in Gotham City like to tamper with things like air conditioners. Injecting some poison gas or putting a few plasticine bombs is not a rare event in ordinary people's houses.

She said goodbye to Bruce when she was downstairs in the apartment, and she needed some time alone to sort out the situation.

The reappearance of the former "suitor" is something Qinghe never thought about.

If these men meet each other on narrow roads, then——that must be a hell-level dungeon.

Qinghe sniffed, the movement was very light, so as not to inhale the dust attached to the doorknob and its surroundings.She took out the key from her pocket, inserted it into the lock, and with a slight twist, the door opened.

The brunette girl hesitated for a few seconds, and she didn't know why—why she was so nervous for no reason when she opened an ordinary door.It was as if she was not opening this door, but entering another world.

She gently opened the door.

The creaking sound of pushing the door is very obvious in the quiet environment.

She saw a boy.

It was a little boy.He stood in front of the window with his back to Qinghe, God knows, he was just a head taller than the window sill.Qinghe estimated that he was eleven or twelve years old at best, maybe ten years old.

He was wearing dark trousers and a dark blue woolen vest over a white shirt.Qinghe knew without thinking that it must be their school uniform.

She became more tense at this moment.

The child's clothes were spotless, how did such a child run in?Even if he could turn over the window, his clothes would not be as clean as they are now.

And there was only a heavy rain in Gotham last night, and there were no mud spots on his shoes or trouser legs.

Oh my god, did I get the thriller script again now?

Qing He Qi didn't dare to take a breath, and took a few steps forward tentatively.

But the little boy had been standing straight and looking out the window, without moving at all.

Well, well, if it's the work of those lunatics from Arkham again, she'll call the police immediately!

...even if it doesn't work.

When Qinghe was only one step away from him, the girl didn't want to go any further.

She patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Rosa, I'm not going anywhere—"

He turned his head, and his peaceful face was reflected in those pale blue eyes.

He froze, then frowned displeasedly: "Who are you?"

It sounded a bit like a tricky young master.But Qinghe found that the other party was in a bad mood at this time... very bad.

Qinghe was also stunned when she saw the boy's face, she felt as if she had seen him somewhere before——

The boy's hair is a little brownish-blond, but the golden part is very small, and it will be completely brown in a few years.A considerable number of people's hair color will change like this.

His face was fair, and the corners of his lips did not rise because of displeasure.Even though the boy looks stubborn now, there is still a little red mark in the corner of his eye, maybe he cried secretly last night.

But even so, the child was very delicate.

The black-haired girl felt that the eyes of the boy in front of her were as arrogant as the guy sitting in the Ferrari California thinking about life.

"I—" Before Qinghe could say anything, the door of another room was suddenly opened.

Qinghe reflexively looked at the door that was suddenly opened.Then came the voice of a middle-aged woman, "Master Osborne, you really should go...I'm very sorry, but this is the master's order."

The little boy called Master Osborne didn't care about Qinghe, in his eyes she was just a stranger who suddenly popped out of nowhere.

He turned his eyes away after he didn't get an answer for a long while, but at this moment, Qinghe replied in a strange way: "... Linis, I'm Linis."

She just looked at the door that was suddenly opened. It was like a black hole. There was no one there, but there were voices coming from inside.

This is not the scene of opening the door as Qinghe imagined.This really doesn't seem to be Gotham, it's another space...

And who is the boy in front of her...?

She remembered - she once found an iron box under the bed in Harry's bedroom, which contained photos of him as a child.

Yes, Rynith... that's what she said when she and Harry first met.

The name Rynith does sound a bit strange, and little Harry looked up at her indifferently, and said, "Fine. Then what are you doing here? Rynith?"

Qinghe was at a loss for words for a moment, and the next second Harry walked into the black hole.

There was no other way, so she followed in.

"It's bullshit." Little Harry said to the maid standing in the corridor.

The maid just chased him out of the young master's bedroom and tried to put a uniform coat on him, she frowned, "Pay attention to your words, young master."

"I said I'm not going anywhere! Don't you understand?" Harry turned up the volume, and it was the first time Qinghe saw him like this, "This is the last trace left by my mother."

The maid looked cautiously behind Harry, where Qinghe was, and her expression became difficult to describe.

Qinghe thought the maid had seen her, and suddenly felt guilty.Just when she was thinking about what to do, a tall man suddenly passed her by.

It was Harry's father, Sir Norman Osborn.

Then, there was a quarrel.

This unprecedented quarrel ended with Harry's "compromise".Harry didn't actually agree to go to boarding school at all, but that's how it is sometimes.

Qinghe wished she could help him, but there was nothing she could do now—no one could see her except Harry himself.

When Harry was alone in the bedroom, Qinghe walked in.

I saw the child sitting at the end of the bed, and he had already put on the dark blue suit jacket that he didn't want to put on just now.Qinghe approached, and glimpsed the school badge embroidered on the chest of the uniform jacket that was ironed without a trace of wrinkle.

The pattern is very complicated, and Qinghe caught a glimpse of the words "Hazeboardingschool" written on it.

Harry was expressionless, she stared at it for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

"Why are you still here?" Little Harry didn't answer her, just said that.

Then he said again: "Have you been abandoned too?"

"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Harry said. "Rosa, and my father...they can't see you, just me."

While secretly surprised, Qinghe felt that Harry deserved to be Harry, and that he was so good at it when he was a kid.

"I know he won't allow me to stay, I just want to see if a miracle will happen. Now I know, there are no miracles in this world."

"Wait—" Little Harry stared at her face and frowned, "Did I see you somewhere?"

Qinghe had a splitting headache and his eyes went dark.

The single world line collapsed.