[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

"This is... what." Janna stared at the Chihuahua in his arms in disbelief.

This kind of creature linked to death, even if it is not a fire-breathing three-headed hound, it should be a ferocious beast.

Chihuahua, what is the operation?

"The child who just left this world wants to meet the master for the last time."

For the first time ever, he answered her question.

Janna turned her attention to the grieving couple again. It turned out that the source of their grief was their pet dog.

"And you?" he said, "where are you from?"

Good news, he doesn't know anything about her strange experience.

Bad news, she was seen through in another way.

"I am me, you already know my name, don't you?"

Jana replied calmly, several years of police service has created a good psychological quality.

If he really didn't know anything, she would never expose herself.

"The boy is gone."

"Who?" Janna responded, then suddenly realized, the boy in the hospital.

In front of him, he stroked the Chihuahua's head, and the weak soul turned into dots, scattered in one direction, and finally disappeared in Janna's field of vision.

He went straight to Janna, and the moment he passed her, his voice hit Janna's eardrum:

"No one can escape death."

When Janna turned her head, there was nothing behind her.

Back in the Batcave, which is out of place with the most luxurious manor in the city, but is within easy reach, Batman takes off his cold and dark disguise and becomes Bruce Wayne again.

He sat in front of the screen full of data and meditated silently for more than ten seconds, before typing Janna Caitlin's name on the screen.

Ordinary, ordinary, nothing.

He dialed the intercom, and the voice of the butler Alfred sounded over there: "Welcome back, Master Wayne. Am I going to bring food to your workshop again?"

"Alfred, has someone brought my car back?" At her speed, getting behind him wasn't a problem.

He would keep her there because she still had to complete the task he had given her—to drive his sports car back to Wayne Manor.

"No young master, did you hire a substitute driver?" The butler guessed the closest answer he could think of, "Master, don't worry, your car, these substitute drivers will definitely not arrive until tomorrow in order to avoid collisions."

"It's not a substitute driver." Wayne hung up the intercom call.

He took out his work cell phone and dialed the person who had just warned him while wearing a bat mask.

"Where are you?"

Janna, who received the call, brewed her emotions.She lost her car and was walking back to the staff apartment at the moment.

"Sorry boss, I actually wanted to call you earlier, but something went wrong."

He didn't know that she had already penetrated the secret of his dark knight, and she didn't want to expose it.

Janna's voice was like a subordinate reporting the situation to her boss, no longer the sweet tone of calling a hero when facing Batman.

"I was driving too fast and I was pulled over by the police. I didn't have a driver's license, so I left your car. You may need to send someone to the police station tomorrow to deal with it. Sorry."

"..." Wayne was silent.

He seemed to have left his female bodyguard alone by the side of the road.

Glancing at the time on the display, it was almost 11 o'clock.

In the city of Gotham, even taxis will be reduced at night.

"Where are you now?" He repeated the same question again,

About half an hour later, a steady black Benz stopped in front of Janna.

The passenger window was lowered, and Wayne was still wearing the three-piece vest he had worn when he parted from her as president.

The boss picks up the employees, a wonderful experience.

"You can drive a car like a rocket without a driver's license?" Wayne, who was driving, asked the first key question.

"Self-taught." Janna replied calmly while wearing her seat belt.

"Boss, didn't you go on a date with a beautiful woman? Where did this car come from?" Janna asked him two questions.

"Beauty? Who did you listen to?" Wayne clearly remembered that the word he used was "to have a date with someone" instead of "with a beauty".

And ignore the second question.

In fact, Janna knew that the date was with a group of drug dealers, and the car was driven from home.

Another luxury car that doesn't look the same is not unusual for Janna.

She remembered reading an article published by a famous magazine company in her own world, which listed the value rankings based on the virtual characters appearing in media such as games and movies.

Among them, Bruce Wayne ranked sixth, with assets of nearly 100 billion.

By the way, No.1 on this list is Scrooge McDuck, the uncle of Donald Duck, the duck who swims backstroke, freestyle, and freestyle in the gold coin swimming pool.

Poverty also limited Janna's imagination.

"You know boss, I just saw Batman."

Maybe because he didn't expect his employees to be so outspoken, Wayne's hands on the steering wheel froze.

"The vigilante? What do you think of him?" He asked her the question seemingly casually.

Janna has not been in this world for a very long time, but she has also heard some comments from people around her, which are mixed.

The hope of Gotham, the killer of criminals, the hypocrites who are above the law, the fear of ordinary people...

After a short thought, Janna turned her head and her eyes fell on the face that was not covered by anything.

"I can't tell whether I should call him a hero against the light, or a naive fool who wants to change this city by himself..." She noticed the gaze of the people next to her, and paused, "Although Gotham The crime rate in China is still high, looking optimistically, it hasn’t risen, has it? I think he must have a part of the credit.”

Sin is something contagious.When she was a detective, she had seen too much.

"Fool? It's rare for you to call that vigilante that." Wayne's words were casual, and he was also very good at disguising when he took off his mask.

Janna's lips curled into a nice curve, she was laughing that he only heard "fool" and ignored "hero".

"I said boss, do you seem to have a problem with my hero?"

Does he have a problem with himself?

Wayne snorted a short laugh.

"It's a coincidence that a colleague speculated to me two days ago that Batman might be a beggar. He has nothing to do during the day and does whatever he wants at night."

"What do you think?" Wayne continued.

"I think billionaires are more likely than beggars." As the words came out, Janna noticed that the man beside her clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and then loosened them in a flash. She finished the sentence jokingly, "Because there is Money can do whatever it wants, right?"

With a brake, the shiny black car slowly parked in the garage.

Janna realized that something was wrong with this destination.

"It's too late, we just go to the company together tomorrow." Wayne explained.

"..."

"By the way." He remembered something again, "Where's the car key for that sports car tonight? I'll send someone to the police station to pick it up tomorrow."

car key?

"..." Janna continued to remain silent.

She thought of the graceful parabola she had thrown out the window.

***

In the few days after Janna, I once again stepped into the daily rhythm of "another day without any surprises, and I am one step closer to retirement".

But she felt that her body was getting worse and worse.

The persistent and never-healing internal injuries made her increasingly tired and lethargic.

Except for this layer of skin, other functions of the body seem to continue on the track of death, degenerating at an extremely slow speed.

Today her boss, Wayne, participated in a car charity event for the first time.

Perhaps for this city, the so-called celebrity effect is similar to the supremacy of money, and the rich are celebrities.

In addition to promoting tips like "Don't drink and drive, don't drink while driving", the content of the activity is nothing more than car brands advertising their new models.

Thinking about the lack of slogans such as "No speeding 120" and "Remember to test your driver's license before driving", Janna felt much more at ease.

Inside the arena, Bruce Wayne stood next to the brand's latest supercar, surrounded by photographers and media.

Janna is on the outermost edge, and her current physical condition can no longer compete with these media.

"Am I going to die?"

In this noisy venue, Janna suddenly asked.

The creature that was half a head taller than her was very close to her today.

He changed into his black outfit today, and appeared in the venue as if on standby at some point.

It seems that her time limit is about to come, and it is quite pleasant to say that she sticks to her job and dies.

"Not yet." A deep and cold voice came from inside the hood, "But your physical condition is indeed very poor."

From the perspective of others, there was nothing around Janna.

Her gaze was also fixed on Boss Wayne, no one would notice if there was anything in the vacated area.

"Then..." Then why did he appear?

Jana had just uttered a word when a text message arrived on her phone.

The text message only has a few simple words: the game has started.

Janna raised her head again, and found that a car in the venue suddenly started, and the headlights flickered at the same time as the engine sounded.

The white car, which uses electric energy as clean energy, accelerated down from the display stand when the driver's seat was empty.

People along the road dodged in a hurry, but the vehicle didn't pursue the others, but headed straight for Janna.