The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Sherlock turned his head and looked at Bruce with cold eyes.

"Well, it seems that you don't know what a mind palace is, do you?" His tone carried the unique reserved and arrogant feeling of Cockney accent, revealing a slight dislike from the detective.

"Maybe it's because I don't have the ability to independently build a thinking world?" Brucey praised him, "So what exactly is a thinking palace?"

"There's a space in my mind where I store everything I've ever seen and keep it in my head so I can find it quickly when I need it."

"Similar to your memory warehouse?"

Sherlock lifted his chin a little. "You could say that, but I'd rather you call it a museum, or a world. It's a lot bigger than you think—" he said.

Bruce seemed to understand.

He doesn't know anything about the memory palace, but Sherlock said that it can be imagined as a world, so it seems possible to become a parallel world independently?

When he lowered his head to think, Sherlock had already walked to the edge of the room and pushed open a door: "For example..."

The sound of traffic and people talking suddenly rushed in, startling Ebrusi who was thinking.He raised his eyes and looked at the past, and what he saw was a street full of British style.

Quaint and new buildings are mixed together.The British English-speaking crowd walks on the street, every frown and smile comes alive.A car passed by on the road, and in the sky... a figure fell from the sky, hit the ground, and made a frightening 'slap' sound.

Bruce looked at Sherlock in shock: "What's the situation?"

The detective closed the door calmly, blocking the sound of traffic full of life behind the wall.

"London, about one morning two years ago, I encountered a case when John and I were out shopping together." He shrugged, "Sometimes, surprises fall from the sky like this."

——Can this be called a surprise? ! !

Brucey looked at Sherlock, and finally could no longer regard him as a completely normal person... It's not meant to be demeaning, but normal people will never see a person falling from a high altitude, and the first reaction is "surprise." From the sky! '

He slowed down and refocused on Bruce: "So there is a London in your thinking palace?"

"In fact, there are many Londons - such as this one case." Sherlock wanted to push open another door.

Bruce interrupted.

No matter what the case is, at least he doesn't want to see a bloody body suddenly.

"So you really can't find Batman's location?"

Brucey speculates that Bruce has already donned his Batsuit - since his own armor was thrown over, it makes no sense that Batman's gear wasn't returned to its original owner.He subconsciously chose Bruce's more likely identity.

"Batman?" Sherlock's expression was subtle, "You mean that rich guy from Gotham who likes role-playing?"

Bruce: "..."

"I know where a Batman is, but that's not the one you're looking for." Sherlock crouched down, untying something tied around his ankle.

Bruce noticed it was a thin metal chain.

——Why is there such a thing?

His thoughts flashed.

Sherlock's demeanor and movements are too natural, and Brucey really doesn't know what will happen in the thinking palace.This doubt was diverted as Sherlock pushed the door open.

Brucey wouldn't have realized there was a door if Sherlock hadn't pushed it open.The milky door is almost completely integrated with the surrounding walls, and it is inconspicuous compared with the other wooden doors.

Behind the door is a corridor.

Bruce kept these details silently in his heart.

Sherlock had already gone out first.

The corridor is also white, without any decoration, with the staggered wooden doors next to it, and the distance as if there is no end, it looks like a horror movie.

Brucey looked around, only to feel that behind every wooden door there was a secret or horrifying case sealed - and these were all part of Sherlock's past experience.

The back of the detective in front of him seems to have a lot of storytelling all of a sudden.

Bruce looked back and followed Sherlock: "Where do you think he is most likely?"

"I don't know," Sherlock said, "You are people with independent personalities, and you will not be controlled by me like memory." He opened a door casually and turned to another corridor.

"Where are we going now?"

"Looking for Batman." Sherlock didn't have the sharp edge that he had when he attacked Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. He simply answered every question.

At the end of the corridor, the consulting detective paused.

"arrive."

——?

At the end of the corridor was an empty rotunda, and there was no sign of Batman at all.Doubts arose in Bruce's heart, but in such an instant, Sherlock had disappeared, and it was almost indistinguishable from Batman's turning his head.

Presumably this is a test from consulting detectives?Find the Batman of this world first, so that the other party can take him to find Bruce?

Bruce is not sure, but there seems to be no other way at the moment.

He settled down and slowly observed the surrounding environment.

—Is it an agency?

Recalling the mechanics that Bruce had taught him briefly, Bruce approached the nearby wall, slowly groping and tapping.But the walls are dull solid walls, it doesn't sound like a sandwich.Brucey tried the wall, looked carefully at the ground, and tentatively broke off the decoration embedded on the wall.

No response.

The tricks he knew were extremely simple, and after trying several methods he knew, Brucey also began to be at a loss.

'Pay special attention to what you think is wrong. Many seemingly ordinary things are full of doubts in your brain, but you don't realize it. 'Bruce's teaching words are still in my ears.

Something is wrong...

Bruce took a deep breath, calmed down his agitated mood, and began to recall from entering this world.

Meet Sherlock - Follow Sherlock to Bruce - Sherlock suddenly disappears...

'arrive'

'arrive'

Bruce closed his eyes.

For some reason, Sherlock's last words kept lingering in his mind.It's plain and ordinary, but it's like the white rabbit's phrase "I'm going to be late" in Alice in Wonderland, it seems to have something extraordinarily attractive...

Alice in Wonderland?

Bruce snapped his eyes open.

——This is Sherlock's thinking palace!Many things that cannot be realized in reality may be completely reasonable in the thinking palace.

Bruce took another look at his surroundings.

The small circular hall has no windows, and aside from the corridor behind it, it looks like a tight secret room - except for the lack of wooden doors and bullet holes in the walls, this place looks like the one I just met Sherlock The rooms are almost identical.

So... maybe I did arrive?

That Batman—_Jiao caramel hall_

A light flashed in Bruce's mind.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped on the spot.

Leap up gently.

Fall.

Brucey seems to have suddenly fallen into a sewer shaft, or like Alice jumping into a rabbit hole. The things in front of him are moving up rapidly, and the falling seems to never end-the miracle is that Brucey did not How much weightlessness is produced.

He even had time to think.

Batman's lair is underground, which is very... factual?I don't know if this is the British's talent for cold jokes, but the arrangement of Sherlock in the thinking palace really made Brucey feel a little funny.

Newspapers and information about Batman flashed in front of him. Bruce picked up one and found that it was a photo of Batman jumping on the roof—probably processed by Sherlock’s imagination. The magic photo described in "Harry Potter" is as vivid as it is.

If you look closely, you can even see the arc of Batman's cloak shaking in the air after he crossed the roof.

No, it's more like an animated GIF, replaying the same segment over and over again.

Bruce studied for a while, then put away the photo in his hand.Now, he is a little curious about the appearance of Batman in Sherlock's cognition——

"Get out of my Gotham!" It was such a vicious growl that greeted Brucey.

The dark Batman almost blends into the dark roof of Gotham, only the cat ears on the top of his head are slightly reflected in the moonlight.

In such a scene, Batman's white goggles are particularly conspicuous.

—It's kind of like two big white eyes.

Bruce didn't respond.

Batman squatting above stared at him for a while, then leaned out a little threateningly, and lowered his voice fiercely again: "Leave Gotham, you don't need to intervene here, detective!"

Hmm, presumably this is the scene where Sherlock meets Batman for the first time?

He also called himself 'Detective'...

Bruce thought for a while: "I've come to ask for your help, Batman."

—I hope this Batman can communicate, Brussy thought, and felt that this idea seemed a bit too demanding... After all, the Batman in front of him is made up of Sherlock's impression, can he really lead himself to find Bruce?

And Sherlock.

Why did Sherlock bring him to find this Batman?

In Bruce's view, as Sherlock himself, as a genius detective himself, he should be more competent for the task of finding Bruce—but after he brought himself here, he disappeared to nowhere.

Brucie sorted out his thoughts, standing where he was while Batman looked him up and down through the goggles.

"You do me this favor, I'll be leaving soon," Bruce promised.

silence.

Batman: "...Who are you looking for?"

It seems that the other party still retains Batman's IQ.Thinking of the thoughts that flashed through his mind before, Brucey touched his nose guiltily: "I'm looking for Bruce, Bruce Wayne."

Batman pointed behind him: "He's in Wayne Manor."

Sure enough, following his pointing, the outline of Wayne Manor was looming.

Bruce thanked him, took two steps, and suddenly appeared in the brightly lit banquet hall of Wayne Manor.

——It really is the world inside the brain.

Brucey paused slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the place with the most people.

The crowd made way for him.

Wearing a sea blue suit, the handsome and coquettish Bruce leaned against the arms of the beautiful woman, his blue eyes curved beautifully with his smile.He looked at the girl beside him with tender and soft eyes, as affectionate as if he was looking at the love of his life.

Bruce was inexplicably uncomfortable.

He took a step forward, and Bruce's smiling eyes looked over.

Now that gaze was on him.Bruce paused, and heard Bruce draw his tone, slowly:

"Well..." he said, "I like your face."

Bruce walked up to Bruce.

He had a sweet smile on his face that he would never show when we get along, like the sweetness left on his lips after eating candy: "Do I have the honor to invite you to dinner, dear?"

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the blue eyes sincerely and earnestly, with a little grievance: "You won't have the heart to break my heart, will you?"

Bruce: "..."

The author has something to say: Auntie's visit... I'm late, sorry, sorry