The correct way to attack the villain

The phone call from the butler named Alfred happened so coincidentally that Song Mo wondered if there was some unknown and strange deal between Bruce Wayne and Batman, which could also explain why Bruce Wayne will suddenly promote Song Mo.

But in any case, this is just Song Mo's speculation. Before these personal grievances are completely brought to the table, based on the most basic survival rules of human society, the rules that should be followed still need to be followed.

So he rushed back to Mrs. Roland's rental house as quickly as possible, changed into a normal suit, and walked out of his room under the inexplicable eyes of the little spider patient who had recovered from a paraplegic to a half-paralyzed lower body. .

"Did you come in through the window?" Peter Parker, still wrapped in bandages and holding a half-eaten pizza in his hand, couldn't help but said, "Although I'm injured now, I walked to the entrance to open the door for you. I can still do it."

Then you will see a second-generation clown standing at your door and looking at you affectionately.

Song Mo sniffed, and tapped the iced cola fried chicken and pizza in front of Peter Parker with his fingers: "I asked you to order takeaway to let you order some healthy food."

Peter Parker embarrassingly put down the half-eaten pizza in his hand as if he had been taught by an elder, and then argued weakly: "Don't we usually eat these too..."

"Then you are not usually wrapped up like a mummy."

Peter fell silent.

Song Mo brushed two handfuls of messy hair with one hand in front of the mirror, tidied up the junk food and stuffed it into the refrigerator, and then ordered a healthy enough Chinese meal for the semi-paralyzed injured man with an extra An avocado salad.

"By the way, I'm going out for a while, and I'm going to live outside this week."

The young man who spoke had an exquisite casual backpack on his back, squatted in the porch and put on his shoes: "Heal your wounds well, Gotham should be very peaceful during this time."

Peter froze for a moment: "Why?" Then he found the point of the conversation, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

Song Mo pouted.

"Working overtime for capitalism."

The young assistant who just took office obviously wouldn't have the treatment of a special car pick-up. After leaving the apartment, Song Mo hails a taxi and gives a long list of place names provided by the old housekeeper of Wayne Manor.

At a quarter past nine, Gotham's nightlife has just begun.

The taxi passed by the dazzling neon lights and sped towards the direction of the Crescent Ring Road. Song Mo sat in the back seat, with various lights reflecting on his face. The crime factor that has not yet completely subsided began to become restless with those hot metal rock music.

Especially after the car radio broadcasts to Batman preventing Harley Quinn from invading Arkham, once again putting an end to a crime.

The female announcer lavishly praised Batman, and Bangya asked without thinking at this time: "Are you really curious about who Batman is?"

Bangya asked this question before. Song Mo vaguely remembered when he picked up the injured Batman but didn't take off his bat mask, and when he just got Bangya back from Batman. But it is clear that young people are not interested in this question that ordinary people would be curious about.

He answered irrelevantly: "Gotham vigilantes, night knights, violent madmen with eight-pack abs, eredaxes with super-long ring fingers, flying mammals that appear at night-what else do you want to hear, I can I will give you [-] without repetition."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Or can we add another old lover of the second-generation clown? I remember that our last wedding photo is now the most popular one in the Batman fandom forum."

Bangya had always thought that being Batman's nemesis, paying attention to Batman forums every day was already a super-class thing, but now he discovered something more super-class, that is, visiting Batman fan forums.

After returning safely from the Batcave, he once strayed into a Batman fan forum with the purpose of analyzing the enemy. He said that the forum was transformed by the moderator into a novel website, and the titles were very directional, such as ——

Batman X Catwoman, Batman X Superman, Batman X Iron Man, Batman X Batmobile, and the most popular section, thanks to the wedding photos that went viral in Gotham some time ago.

Batman x The Joker.

Bangya really wanted to say at this moment, "That forum is full of useless yellow waste", and then his core brain quickly analyzed it and gave him a feeling that once he said this sentence, Song Mo would use "Look at other people's How can yellow waste be stimulated by looking at yellow waste related to myself" This kind of answer is not right, to prevaricate his feeling.

Bangya shut up completely this time.

And looking at Song Mo's disappointed expression of "Why don't you continue talking", I feel that his choice is extremely wise.

The air conditioner was on in the taxi, and the driver was not very talkative. The car radio tirelessly played the eighth vicious crime that happened in Gotham tonight, and then stopped quietly at the intersection of a commercial street. Wait for the green light outside the zebra crossing.

Song Mo wanted to take out his phone and browse the forum to pass the time, when another low-pitched engine sound came from his ears, and a low-key black car stopped beside the taxi.The young man glanced out of the window subconsciously, then froze on his seat.

The rear window of the car was wide open, and inside sat a nun with a wrinkled face.

"Sister Leslie? I didn't expect to meet you here."

Suddenly hearing someone calling her name, the nun subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and then saw that the window of the taxi next to her was rolled down, revealing a young and beautiful face, with blue eyes reflecting the scenery on the side of the street. Neon lights look bright and wet.

This kind of appearance will definitely be impressive once you see it, but the expression of the nun is completely like looking at a stranger: "Who are you?"

The young man in the taxi paused: "You don't remember me?"

Sister Leslie thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm sorry."

The young man shrugged indifferently: "Are you still working as a volunteer in the orphanage?"

Sister Leslie: "Yes, Mr. Little."

Youth: "Then you have to pay attention to your health. There are many things in the orphanage. I remember that your waist is not very good."

Sister Leslie was a little surprised, the wrinkled and mean face became kind under the young man's harmless smile: "Thank you." After a pause, "You know, when you're my age It’s always easy to forget a lot of important things.”

The young man showed his six small and neat teeth with a smile. He imitated the nun's prayer posture and made a sign of the cross, but the position was not on the chest but on the throat, and then imitated a certain tone and said softly: "If you love someone like Love yourself." After speaking, she winked playfully at the nun: "Do you remember now?"

The nun was stunned for a long time, this special, wrong way of praying that she had seen alone made her finally remember: "You are—"

The green light turned on at this time, and the taxi drove out ahead of the car. Before Sister Leslie could ask her words, she could only hear the young man's voice dissipating in the wind, which did not contain much faith, "May the Lord be with you." exist".

The black car then moved forward and drove into a fork that was different from the taxi.While Sister Leslie was still in a daze, a deep voice came from inside the car: "Do you know him?"

Sister Leslie sighed, and slowly closed the car window: "He spent some time in an orphanage, Mr. Wayne."

In the driver's seat, behind the closed one-way glass, Bruce Wayne sat there, his big bony hands holding the steering wheel.

"and after?"

Nun: "What?"

"I mean, what happened to him?" Probably to reassure the nun, Bruce explained, "He's my assistant now."

Leslie was a little surprised: "Really, that's quite a coincidence." As she spoke, the nun began to fall into memories, "That was ten years ago, when he just arrived at the orphanage, took his sister, and I was The orphanage taught the children to recite the Bible, and he just hid in the corner and watched. I taught him how to pray, but he made mistakes every time he moved. I knew he did it on purpose because he didn’t believe in the Lord.”

"Later I was transferred to the Holy See, and I never saw him again." The nun said, her expression became nostalgic, "Calista...has changed so much, I can't even recognize him."

Bruce frowned: "Callis?"

"His name." The nun looked at Bruce with a strange expression, "Don't you know?"

Bruce knocked on the steering wheel: "At least when he applied for the Wayne Group, he wrote his name as Song Mo Silance."

The nun was silent, and after a while: "I thought he was the one who trusted me the most in the entire orphanage, because I was the only one who knew his name." After she finished speaking, she laughed at herself, "Now it seems that I am being self-indulgent."

Bruce didn't speak.

... Callis.

"Can I ask which orphanage it is?"

Sister Leslie: "The Harbor Orphanage."

Ten minutes later, Lucius Fox, who rarely left work early and was sitting on the living room sofa watching family shows with his son, received a call from his boss.

"Help me check a person named Calis in the port orphanage ten years ago, and all the criminal records of the clown at the dock in the past ten years."

Simple, clear and directional tasks.

Gave Fox a clearer view of his boss's penchant for exploiting an aging workforce.

And another elderly labor force who is always being squeezed is currently repairing leaky floor tiles in the bathroom of the second master bedroom on the No. 17 floor of Wayne Manor, counting up from the Batcave.

As Batman's most indispensable backing and assistant, it doesn't mean that Batman needs the participation of the old butler every time he goes to the police. Let's take care of the villa, such as repairing the leaking floor tiles in the second bathroom of the fifth master bedroom on the seventeenth floor of the villa.

It was so important, he bet that if he hadn't done it, his study on the sixteenth floor would have been flooded by the time he got back from the West Coast a week later--and Bruce Wayne would never have noticed.

So, when Song Mo rang the doorbell outside the gate of the suspension bridge of Wayne Manor, what he saw through the electronic peephole was a metal bucket in his left hand, a small horse in his right hand, and a lot of mess on his work apron. Handsome man with gel resin.

Looked nothing like an old high society butler.

In the same way, what Alfred saw was a little employee wearing a white shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, with a harmless smile on his face, who was so obediently standing under the streetlight.

Looks nothing like an evil crazy big bad.

Bruce Wayne bought this small island in the inner sea of ​​Gotham seven years ago, and spent seven years building the Wayne Manor into what it is now, including the three-kilometer The suspension bridge leading to the island outside the Huanshan Highway and Huanhai Highway.Outside the suspension bridge is a huge iron gate to stop idlers and others. It can be operated in the manor, but Song Mo is different from those guests who usually drive their private cars to visit. This means that the old butler has to put down what he is doing and come out. pick him up.

Fortunately, the old butler, who has always been a gentleman and an open-minded man, did not have any opinion on this.

"I have heard of you for a long time, Mr. Little." Alfred parked the car beside the iron gate, saw the young man hesitated when he got into the car, and said with a smile, "Master Wayne is usually used to sitting in the back."

The young man then sat down on the co-pilot without hesitation, fastened his seat belt, and thanked him politely.

The old housekeeper glanced at Song Mo: "You're welcome."

At night, the small island in the inner sea is covered by trees, no street lights are turned on, and the sound of waves and engines is all around my ears.The winding road around the mountain leads to the magnificent Wayne Manor, giving Song Mo an inexplicable illusion of entering a fairy tale world, a mysterious palace on a lost island far away from the hustle and bustle.

And the quiet atmosphere in the villa also fits this metaphor perfectly-except for the low creaking sound that resounded in the open environment when the door was just opened.

There is no one else in this villa.

This was Song Mo's first thought after he followed the old butler and stepped on the bright floor tiles in the hall, and heard the echo of his footsteps clearly.

"Master Wayne should still be attending Sister Leslie's dinner. His work, rest and eating habits are different from ordinary people. You need to prepare dinner before he comes back." The old housekeeper said as he walked, "The kitchen is on the second floor. At the end of the hallway where the building turns right."

Song Mo followed the old butler all the way, and every time Alfred said something, he nodded when he turned to look at him.

"I wrote down some special precautions and details. The book is placed on the bedside table in your room, which is the room next to the master bedroom. There is also my phone number on it. If you encounter any troubles that cannot be handled, you can call me at any time. Give me."

The two left the hall and walked up the stairs to the second floor.Beside the railing of the stairs on the second floor is a wall that is too tall. There are countless photo frames hanging on the wall. Inside are life-size photos, recording Bruce’s life every year before he left the manor to travel around the world at the age of 15 and after he returned to Wayne Manor at the age of 24. In his life, and the one Song Mo was facing, there were three people in the photo, a dignified lady and a mature and stable man, and a little boy with a bright smile in the middle.

Seemingly noticing Song Mo's distraction, the butler stopped, and when he turned around, he saw him standing in front of the photo frame.

"The boss—"

Song Mo opened his mouth, and Alfred stood on a few steps higher than him and looked at him.

Usually, when visitors to Wayne Manor come to see the photos on this wall, they will stop and express their opinions, such as "Bruce has not been easy these years", "If Mr. Thomas and Ms. Martha are still there It’s all good”, or sympathy, or embarrassment, no one in Gotham knows the tragedy that happened to the billionaire.

But the last thing Bruce Wayne needs is sympathy.

Then he heard the young man say, "Does the width of the chin increase with age?"

Alfred: "???"

This fresh statement made Alfred couldn't help but pay attention to Bruce Wayne in those 26 photos.

Then he found out that Song Mo's statement was correct.

Over the years, the years have not only smoothed Bruce Wayne's youthful frivolity, impulsive anger, but also smoothed his—

chin.

Old Butler: hmmmm...