[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

Bruce didn't ask Eva where the strips came from.

Eva didn't intend to speak, either.

Eva shrugged, squatting uncomfortable, and simply sat down against the wall.

"I have encountered this kind of thing a lot recently, and I will remember to wear a bandage next time."

Previously in Queens, chance encounters in Metropolis, and injuries from doctors, Eva has dealt with injuries quite a lot in the past two months.

The medicine given to Mr. Wayne just now is the special hemostatic medicine that Eva bought for Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson fell and bled yesterday. There is a doctor’s medicine box on the second floor, but she is in pain. , or Eva helped to deal with it when she came back, and she remembered to buy a copy for her at that time.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be used before it was sent out.

What Eva told Mr. Wayne was not a lie. If she can go back safely this time, Eva plans to buy a bunch of simple spares.

I always feel that mold needs to be expelled recently.

Eva, who still had the memory of the florist, muttered softly.

"You stand up now and sneak in the left direction. There is a hidden spot they just searched. To save time, no one will pass by. You can wait there until rescue comes." Bruce said suddenly.

Gunshots were still faintly sounding in the distance. Looking at Mr. Wayne's leisurely appearance, Eva couldn't see the feeling of being trapped.

"Is someone coming?" Eva subconsciously thought of this aspect, and then realized that he was answering her previous question.

Mr. Wayne gave her a surprised look, "I mean, it's not safe to follow me."

Eva pursed her lips, knowing he was right.

Although Bruce Wayne is a playboy who doesn't even know how to stop bleeding, he seems like a nice guy.

"Not."

Eva came to the conclusion succinctly and clearly.

"why?"

Bruce's expression was dark, but Eva, who was looking outside behind his back, couldn't see it, "Aren't you afraid of accidents?"

"Since you said that this street is under control, ordinary people cannot enter. If I can enter, it means that something must have gone wrong, and this is the UK, not your territory. I don't think this matter will end easily. ’ Eva explained.

I deliberately picked the UK to do it, isn't it just bullying people who are not familiar with the place?

"What are you going to do?"

Bruce Wayne keenly sensed something was wrong in Eva's words.

"Try to check the phone." Eva threw out a sentence without looking up, lowered her head and pressed a few buttons on the phone. After a while, "Okay, the signal was intercepted."

So, there is only one way left.

Eva's eyes fell on the backpack, which contained the brooch that Dumbledore had just re-enchanted for her.

If Dumbledore could be contacted... maybe there was a way.

"The signal shielding is a matter of course, otherwise I can call people over immediately. This place has been blocked long ago."

"Mr. Wayne, please don't be surprised if there are any problems later, okay?" Eva tidied up all the mess she made just now, and put her backpack back on her back, holding the crystal clear brooch in her hand.

Bruce Wayne raised his eyebrows and looked at Eva, his half-smile made him look charming, "Why do I always feel, sweetheart, that you despise me?"

Eva was stunned for a moment. To be honest, this Gotham baby is really...attractive, and she gets electrocuted from time to time.

This is exactly the same as Tony, with that kind of frivolous yet graceful temperament.

The girl's hand holding the brooch tightened, she shook her head, "I didn't think so."

"I'm just worried about a person who can't even stop bleeding."

Eva snarled unconsciously, "If you didn't fall into their hands, but died of excessive blood loss, wouldn't it be a loss?"

Eva asked this question seriously and puzzled.

Bruce Wayne: ...

The noise was getting louder and louder. Eva listened to those roars and gunshots, and felt their growing agitation from the intensity. It seemed that they had spent so much effort but failed to catch Bruce Wayne , Let them go into a rage.

Eva spread out the brooch in the palm of her hand, and tapped three times on the middle bud on it.

But for a moment, a small figure appeared above.

Eva explained the whole thing in a low voice, and Dumbledore's steady voice came, "I have transformed this brooch into a special portkey, and the password is..."

A word floated above the small figure.

"Eva, protect yourself."

Eva thanked her softly, and Dumbledore's figure disappeared.She looked at the man who was staring at her palm brooch with a serious face, "Now let's see if their blockade can lock the power of magic."

"magic?"

Bruce Wayne repeated the word, looking at Eva meaningfully.

Eva pursed her lips and smiled, "Mr. Monopoly doesn't believe it?"

"I only believe in what I see with my own eyes." Bruce whispered like a whisper, with a strange magnetism.

"There is an old saying from my ancestors," Eva moved to the richest man in Gotham, and reached out to grab his shirt. "Seeing is not believing. You think I'm just a little girl, but what if I'm a killer?"

Bruce was amused by her and laughed, this time the smile was sincere, "You have no killing intent."

"You seem familiar with this feeling?" Eva answered subconsciously.

"Maybe this is a small aftereffect of being a rich man?" Bruce winked at Eva.

"That's right." Eva thought about the life of being kidnapped every day, and nodded sympathetically, "You are really unlucky."

There was a small chuckle in Bruce's ear, "Master, your image is perfectly shaped."

A fool who acts as an ignorant playboy.

After Eva finished speaking, she didn't pay attention to Bruce's face, and lowered her head to the brooch and whispered, "Hope."

A strong attraction suddenly came from Eva's palm, which made her subconsciously hold the brooch, and couldn't hold on to Bruce's hand.

In the midst of the spinning, a thick chest hugged Eva tightly so that she would not be separated from him in such a situation.

And the fact is the same, Eva, who rarely gets motion sickness, felt nauseated in her chest during such a spin, and subconsciously let go of the shirt that was still hooked just now.

After feeling down-to-earth, Eva collapsed into the arms of the man behind her. Her face was pale, and even her lips lost all color.

Originally, Bruce did not let go of Eva's arm, but now he held the girl up in time, looking at the surrounding environment, with a flash of shock in his eyes.

But this look was fleeting, he bent down and picked up Eva, and carried her to the sofa chair, "Are you okay?"

he said in a low voice.

Eva leaned on the sofa chair, hugged her knees and shrunk herself into a small ball, "I'm just a little dizzy."

She struggled to look at the environment, and muttered, "This is a bar, it's safe, I'll take a rest first."

It was the first time for Eva to feel such an uncomfortable feeling of dizziness, and the nausea in her chest has not dissipated yet.

When she closed her eyes and meditated, the Gotham rich man had already walked through the entire room.

"master?"

Inside the ear was Alfred's inquiry, and Bruce just tapped lightly on the little machine, which meant a message to pause and talk about it later.

Alfred immediately suspended all measures.

By the time Eva opened her eyes again, Bruce Wayne had already sat down opposite her, with his knees crossed, his chin resting on one hand, watching her ponderingly, completely ignoring the fear of having just escaped from death.

"Are you ok?"

A question that was exactly the same as before made Eva smile involuntarily, "Repeater."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "But no one has ever said that."

Eva adjusted her sitting position to make her more comfortable. "How do they usually describe you? The richest man in Gotham, well, you are indeed a rich man. Playboy? A prodigal son?"

"…almost."

Bruce Rich Playboy Wayne shrugged.

"Then you and Tony Stark have something in common."

Eva was completely awake, and the place where they appeared was the Leaky Cauldron she had just left not long ago.

Room 33.

The feeling of warmth in the room made Eva relax her tense emotions just now, she stretched lazily, and frowned after stretching halfway.

Unfortunately, the Leaky Cauldron wasn't very far from that street either, and hopefully no one caught her coming out of there again.

At this moment, a person suddenly came out of the fireplace.

The author has something to say: Eva: Bruce Wayne is a successful playboy.

Can't wait for the day when I lose the horse...