Childhood sweethearts are magic sticks [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Perhaps Natasha was the one who most wanted to see Ruth tonight, but she was definitely not the fastest.

——After all, her unmodified ordinary car does not allow her to rush back to New York from Gotham City in just three hours.

In fact, before she left the city where the night sky was cloudy and surrounded by strange Gothic buildings, someone had already found Ruth.

It was a very strange blue-eyed man from the moment he entered the door.

"I heard that you are the most accurate fortune teller on this street?"

As soon as the man stepped into the store, he greeted Ruth in a very flamboyant and annoying way.

He wore a dark blue pinstripe suit on his left arm, a light blue shirt and a dark blue vest over his coat, his bright eyes were full of flair, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a slightly wicked smile.

While raising his head with his right hand supporting the door rail, he also raised his heroic eyebrows at Ruth.

"Are you interested? Help me divination about my love fortune, tonight."

From Ruth's point of view, this man's speech, appearance, and even his seductive expression reminded her of a man who had chased her for half a street.

—Tony Stark.

Ruth couldn't help becoming vigilant. She didn't have a good impression of Stark himself, and being hunted down by him today made her even more disgusted.

So the man who was winking at her, the first impression in her heart was Stark, which was greatly discounted.

But the strange thing is that when the other party saw her face and looked into her eyes for a moment, his expression seemed to froze slightly.

The words similar to flirting before seemed to be stuck in the man's throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Sorry... that, wait a minute, let me ask first," he opened and closed his moderately thick lips a few times, "You... how old are you this year?"

Listening to his hesitant tone, Ruth also began to feel that there was something wrong with her age, and she became very unconfident in answering.

"I'm... like... 16 years old?"

She used the same questioning tone as the man, tilting her head and frowning at him, as if she was waiting for the other party to respond whether she was satisfied with her answer.

But after hearing her answer, the other party didn't comment, but turned blue.

Like a deflated ball, he put on the suit draped over his left arm, hiding his tall and straight figure that was deliberately concave.Then, he went straight to the divination table, and he pulled out the chair and sat on it.

A gray-haired old man followed Bruce unhurriedly and walked into the store together.

Bruce, who was 'slumped' on the chair, spoke lazily.

"I'll do the divination."

"Hmm... tonight's love luck?"

Although Ruth couldn't react to his sudden change for a while, in order to make this deal, she still tried her best to recall what he said when he first entered the door.

"No," the corners of the man's eyes and mouth seemed to twitch at the same time, and his complexion looked worse than before, "I want to divination all fortunes."

He changed the content of the divination, and his tone sounded very awkward.

But the old man standing behind him seemed to be very interested in his embarrassment at this time. Ruth just glanced at it and found that the old man had a sly smile on his face.

She couldn't figure out the relationship between the two people opposite, but judging from the emotion in the old man's eyes, the relationship between them should be the same as Uncle Parker and Peter.

But if this is the case, it would be a little strange. Ruth took out a white porcelain plate from the drawer, tilted her head in confusion,

"Please tell me your name, your place of residence, and your date of birth."

After all, Peter would never let Uncle Parker stand while he sat.

"By the way, it must be the current place of residence. People's fortune will change according to your place of residence. What I can predict is your fortune in the next year, but I can only see the more important parts, the details It cannot be seen."

Before the man opened his mouth to answer himself, Ruth reminded him thoughtfully.

After hearing his own question, this strange man, who had been a seasoned love veteran and turned into a melancholy poet, quickly changed his expression from embarrassment to seriousness.

"Can't you figure it out?"

His eyebrows were raised again, as if he was teasing Ruth, but also as if he was questioning Ruth's ability.

"No, sir." But Ruth was not angry, she had long been used to this kind of situation, "I'm just a fortune teller, not a liar."

The other party shrugged, as if he didn't hear the meaning reflected in Ruth's words.

"Bruce Wayne, from Gotham City."

This man with blue eyes, after saying everything she needed, "paralyzed" back on the chair.

He seems to like blue very much, not only in his three-piece suit, but even in the choice of tie.

- Broad blue twill on a silver background.

After Ruth asked Bruce a few more detailed questions about divination, she took out the dropper.

She first filled the large glass with water, and put the dropper filled with water vertically on a clean white porcelain plate, and then ignored it.

Let the water in the dropper drip freely on the plate.

Although this action seems simple and casual, like a perfunctory liar, it is indeed a step recorded in the textbook.

"That's all?"

The disdainful tone sounded, which forced Ruth to look up and look at the man who claimed to be the richest man in Gotham City sitting opposite him.

——The chair for the guests seemed to make him feel uncomfortable. In just 5 minutes, he had already changed almost ten sitting positions.

"New York is not much better than Gotham, after all, even fortune tellers are so perfunctory."

Seeing Ruth's gaze, he muttered such a sentence, and at the same time changed the tenth posture.

"But when I asked you where you were from earlier, you also described it as the capital of crime."

Ruth 'kindly' reminds Bruce.

She doesn't like others to question her divination ability.

"You describe it as: 'dark', 'grim', 'highest crime' city."

Bruce's dark blue eyes locked on Ruth tightly: "But before I said it, you didn't even know Gotham City."

His eyes were really magical, and when Ruth met his eyes, she lost her mind.

Bruce is like a magician who can switch between several emotions at will.

When he first stepped into the store, his eyes were crooked and gleaming, as if he was about to burst out all the charm from his eyes, which was aggressive.

Later, after hearing her answer, although he seemed to have changed suddenly, his eyes were neither aggressive nor sharp.

It may not be warm, but it will never be as sharp as staring at yourself now.

When he caught the loopholes in Ruth's words, he suddenly became a policeman from a handsome man with a melancholy and harmless air.

Playboy, melancholy poet, stern police officer.

Ruth was surprised that he switched between three states in just ten minutes.

But the leak of emotion was only for a moment.

Before Ruth could recall the memory, his suddenly gathered pupils slackened, and when Ruth looked over again, he was in a daze again.

"Because I rarely care about the news," Ruth pursed her lips and looked down at the plate. "Geography is not very good either."

She was lying, in fact, because: before she became sensible, she had no contact with news and news outside New York City, but just after she became sensible, she went to Ilvermorny and only came back two months a year.

So 'Gotham City' was not in her mind at all.

But she couldn't explain it to Bruce. After all, no one would believe what she said except Peter, after all, he was just a customer.

After dealing with Bruce roughly, Ruth saw a fortune on the chart that surprised her.

Although the water in the dropper in her hand has not run out, the water droplets in this plate have already revealed part of the divination content.

Through those water droplets, she saw many pictures.

"It's strange. Judging from his appearance and appearance, he is just an ordinary person. Why does the divination board show that he has something special?"

Ruth said it more implicitly. In fact, Bruce's horoscope shows that he has something in common with the US team, Iron Man, and Peter.

——all have the omen of a 'hero'.

But she couldn't see any omen similar to a horoscope from Bruce.

Ruth was a little confused. She looked up at Bruce, only to find that he was taking something out of his pocket.

If there is a person to talk about, it should be his stalwart figure comparable to that of the US team, and his heroic face like a Greek sculpture.

But all this has nothing to do with 'heroes'.

In Ruth's eyes, even the extraordinary appearance is not as good as Peter.

His eyes were not as clear as Peter's.

His figure was too muscular to be comfortable for Peter to look at.

Although his face was handsome, it would not look so sunny and handsome without Peter's freckles.

Peter, she thought of Peter again.

Fortunately, before she felt sad, Bruce, who was sitting opposite, found what he needed from the inside pocket of his suit.

He boldly slapped the dozen green banknotes in his hand on the table, distracting her wandering thoughts.

"I have money"

He held his head high and looked very proud.

……

Ruth was taken aback, the other party's actions made her lose the ability to think and speak, she thought for a moment before carefully answering.

"Then you and Tony Stark should be the same kind of people."

She silently pocketed the money on the table with the hand that was not holding the dropper, and quickly counted the money with her thumb and index finger when she put it in the pocket.

The lavish Bruce actually gave her a full thousand dollars.

"No, I'm handsomer than him, and I'm smarter than him, too."

After hearing Ruth's seemingly praiseworthy comments, the other party was not satisfied, and instead pouted and shook his head.

"Although I can't see who is more handsome among you..." Her blunt speech immediately accelerated after seeing the dark face of the man opposite, "But you do seem to be much smarter than Tony Stark Already!"

The gloomy atmosphere that had just shrouded around Bruce disintegrated instantly after hearing the second half of Ruth's words.

Ruth breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the man's reaction, her remedy just now was very timely and useful.

She lowered her head to look at the horoscope again, and found that in an instant, the outline of the horoscope had appeared.

She stared wide-eyed carefully at the images displayed in the water patterns on the plate, and was silent for about 3 minutes before finishing all the images and summarizing them in her heart, before drawing conclusions to Bruce.

[You need to return to 'Gotham City' in the near future, because your best friend, or partner, will be tortured by your opponent one day within a month. ]

[He may be killed. ]

[In a short period of time, if there is someone who makes you feel reliable and worthy of a heavy responsibility to replace yourself, don't believe that he will hurt your lover. ]

This is the result of the horoscope, and it is a major event that this man will encounter in the next year.

Although Bruce's expression was a bit disdainful before hearing his divination, but when she actually got the result, his expression remained serious.

Because the divination content was too dark and heavy, Ruth was in a depressed mood at first, but when she saw every drop of water across the porcelain plate and finally formed a cat pattern, she laughed, and her eyes were moved by this cute cat face softened.

"The final graphic on the porcelain plate is related to the fortune teller's love fortune," Ruth asked him with a smile, "Is your lover related to cats? Do you have cats? Maybe she likes cats very much?"

"No, Rachel never liked cats, and we don't have cats."

His face suddenly became a little strange.

Ruth also noticed this change keenly. She didn't understand what she said was wrong, but when she saw the other party staring at the plate on the table and frowning, she suddenly realized.

"Are you afraid of water? Did my divination method offend some of your taboos?"

Ruth asked Bruce cautiously.

She still remembered that a few weeks ago, a green-eyed man with long curly hair and acting a little crazy walked into her shop with a scepter and was very disgusted after seeing that her divination tool was water.

"I hate water."

The man named Loki answered her this way, and Ruth could feel from his contagious disgust expression that he meant it seriously.

In the end, after learning the result of her divination, she left in a hurry without even paying the money.

Thinking of the man who ran away from the bill, she quickly put her hands back into her pockets, covered the unwarmed one thousand dollars, and looked nervously at Bruce.

"Do not."

But before he could answer Ruth, the old man who had been standing behind him and kept silent suddenly spoke.

The thin and slender old man took two steps forward and stood beside Bruce, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to answer Ruth's question for him.

"Master, he means..."

Master?

Ruth suddenly realized that the old man was Bruce's servant, no wonder he let the old man stand behind him.

"I just question the reliability of your divination."

The old man had just spoken halfway, and was interrupted by Bruce again, as if they were playing a game of interrupting each other.

Bruce pressed the armrest of the chair with his left hand, leaned forward close to the table, rubbed his right hand under his chin, and stared intently at the water in the plate.

"Is there any mechanism on this plate that can manipulate the water you drop on it and turn it into the image you want to present to customers?"

Facing Bruce's inquiry, Ruth was speechless for a moment.

——He was still doubting the reliability of his divination, even when he heard the content of the divination, he was very serious.

While she was thinking about how to answer the other party's suspicion of her, the old man standing beside Bruce pouted, reached out and took out a square scarf from Bruce's pocket to stop the water that was about to drip onto Bruce's body.

After wiping off all the water on the table, the old man folded the square towel in an orderly manner, and stuffed it back into Bruce's breast pocket.

"I thought your sharp power of observation could finally be applied to the 'little things' happening around you."

His tone sounded pity, and he put an accent on the word 'trivial'.

The arrogant Bruce, under the ridicule of this seemingly amiable old man, did not show his arrogance.

But he didn't thank the old man either.

The relationship between them does not seem to be a simple master-servant relationship.

"Yes," Ruth nodded, poured the water in the plate on the ground casually, and handed it to Bruce, "It is magical, and I can give it to you to take back for research, but I hope you must Remember today's divination."

As long as you remember the content of the divination and don't take away the thousand dollars, then let alone a plate, even ten Ruths are willing to give it to him.

Bruce Wayne, who was sitting across from him, didn't refuse either. With one hand, he took out the china plate in Ruth's hand graciously, and with the other hand, he opened one side of his suit, as if he wanted to stuff the china plate into his pocket.

Ruth was dumbfounded.

The man with elegant demeanor and demeanor tried his best to stuff the plate into his haute couture three-piece suit.

But after searching all over his body but couldn't find a suitable pocket, he turned to look at the old man behind him.

Just looked at each other.

The old man understood in seconds, he stepped forward to take the porcelain plate that Bruce was at a loss in his hand, and leaned slightly.

"Leave it to me, young master."

"Yes," Bruce clapped his hands lightly as if he had solved a problem, and stood up, "Just leave it to Ah Fu."

Batman is actually a waste of life. Wayne (thoughtful): It seems that the design of such clothes is insufficient.

Housekeeper Xia, who is used to life, Ah Fu (with no expression on his face): Yes, just leave everything to me.

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Spider-Man squatting on the roof all the time Parker (forcibly appearing on the screen): Ah, there is a robbery 100 meters away, I have to go there to deal with it first and then come back and wait for Ruth.

The author has something to say: Empty is full of lust, and he can seduce the master who suddenly loses strength to the 16-year-old Ruth.

And Peter, who squatted on the roof and guarded Ruth all night, but rushed to beat the gangsters a few streets away from time to time.

Knock on the bowl and wait for the messages from the cuties.