[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Melodious music wafted through the space, and a man in a white shirt with an apron tied around his waist stood in the open kitchen.He hummed softly to the music, while skillfully shaking the pan until the bloodshot raw meat turned rosy and seductively shiny, then slowly took it out and put it in the pan. In a white porcelain dish.

Everything seemed logical and orderly.

Holding a knife and fork, the man elegantly cuts the cooked meat on the porcelain plate, chewing and enjoying the lunch.He didn't put the knife and fork away until he finished eating, took out the folded napkin and wiped the corner of his lower lip.

For Hannibal, this seemed a somewhat leisurely time, especially when he tasted the delicacies made by himself, everything became even better.

After cleaning up the tableware, he returned to the sofa, crossed his legs, took a newspaper from the coffee table in front, and browsed the content leisurely.

The words "Gotham Daily" are written in the upper right corner of the newspaper, but the date is not today's. On the most conspicuous page on the front is a photo. It's the flirtatious smile of a playboy, and a line of words is written in bold font on the top of the photo——

'Heir to the Wayne family - Bruce Wayne'

In addition to this newspaper, there are also many materials on the coffee table, all about the Wayne family, especially Bruce Wayne.

Hannibal didn't pay much attention to the news of Gotham before, this city is too special.Although Hannibal himself has some hobbies that are different from ordinary people, in fact he doesn't like the city of Gotham very much. He still prefers to stay in the metropolis, which made him not recognize Bruce immediately when he saw Bruce that day. Find out who this person is.

Hannibal looked at Bruce in the photo, and had to say that since the appearance of this young heir, he gave people the impression of being cynical, who knew nothing about managing a business except enjoying money and wine.

Simply put, no one would think that Bruce could bring any danger to others, he is more suitable for pleasure.If Hannibal had any doubts about his feelings, he would feel that the look he saw that day was his own illusion.

But the truth is, Hannibal is unwavering in his conclusions, he's pretty sure that this man is actually hiding something, that kind of—restraint, crazier than anyone else if he loses his grip.

But who is that young man?

Hannibal recalled what he saw at the time. Bruce Wayne undoubtedly cared about this person, but the identity of this young man was not disclosed by any newspaper.

If he could get closer... Hannibal pondered, but then shook his head.

He did have a little interest in these two people, but he always felt that if he wanted to contact them like before, he would probably fail.

This conclusion made Hannibal show a regretful expression. He put the newspapers in his hand back on the coffee table, sorted them out, and just when he put them into the portfolio, he heard the phone ring.

Hannibal picked up the phone, glanced at the name noted on it, and pressed the connect button. As he talked to the person on the other end of the phone, his expression changed.

"It sounds like the conditions they offered are indeed good."

While talking, Hannibal took out the materials that were originally put in the file bag. He looked at Bruce in the photo, and the scenes he saw in the hospital flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help smiling:

"I don't think anyone can refuse, including me."

******

"After sleeping for such a long time, I feel a little surprised that the world changes so quickly."

"You can learn slowly, young master," Alfred said, "I guarantee that no one will urge you."

"Did you say that to Bruce too, Alfred?" Brody winked at the old butler and said with a smile, "I heard from him that you often told him that your education was wasted. Rousey is the heir to the Wayne family you educated."

Alfred: "..."

When Bruce opened the door and walked into the ward, he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something wrong. He glanced at Brody, then at his housekeeper, and finally found nothing, so he could only put this Feeling pressed down.

This is an easy family time.

The passage of time can't diminish the relationship between them, but at the beginning, they couldn't find a more natural pattern when they got along, all because they cared too much about their families.Until they realized this and adjusted consciously, this kind of bond between relatives made their atmosphere of getting along more harmonious and complete.

"I still remember that there was only one superhero known to everyone at that time, and that was Captain America, but I didn't expect that Metropolis now also has their superhero." Brody flipped through the information in his hand, all of which were Alfred De collected it for him.From the day he met Superman, Brody had the idea of ​​wanting to know about this man, after all, he could be regarded as his benefactor.

He looked at the information saying that this superhero is suspected of being a mutant, and he is the kind of mutant with strong abilities. Some people admire it because of it, some hate it because of it, and of course some people don't care about it. Anyway, this superhero The emergence of heroes makes the metropolis more lively.

"If I remember correctly when I was a child, New York seems to have a relatively large concentration of mutants?" Brody raised his hand and rubbed his chin. After thinking of this matter, he asked very simply, and then got Bruce and the housekeeper. Two people answered in the affirmative.

"Wow, if you put it this way, Metropolis has Superman, and New York has many mutants." After a pause, Brody suddenly laughed, and he said in an obviously joking tone, "Will someday We Gotham have our own superhero?"

After hearing what he said, Alfred's eyes subconsciously fell on Bruce, and he said with deep meaning, "Maybe."

Brody thought that Alfred was cooperating with his joke, and he guessed enthusiastically, "I don't know what the image of this future superhero will be. He is just like Superman, and he can't find any traces at all when there is no accident. Still like mutants, although they are far away from the crowd, they can always find some relevant information—”

Alfred: "Maybe he looks dark."

"It's pitch black?" Brody couldn't imagine it, he teased, "Could it be to match Gotham's weather where you can hardly see the sun?"

Bruce: "..."

Probably Bruce's silence caught Brody's attention, he turned his head to look at his dear brother, and said with a smile, "Brucey, what do you think, if Gotham had a superhero, what would he look like?" of?"

Bruce: "..." To be honest, he refused to answer in his heart, but in the end he just sighed silently, and then said, "Maybe it is the kind that is very deterrent, Gotham is different from other cities, it needs It's not Superman or those mutants."

Brody listened seriously at first, but after he heard Bruce's last words, a little doubt appeared on his face.

Is it his illusion? It seems that Bruce's impression of Superman... Although it's not disgusting, it doesn't seem like he likes it either.

This is the end of the topic of superheroes. For Brody, this is just an imagination. How could it be so easy for superheroes to appear? Except for the captain, there is only a Superman reappearing.

In addition to studying and cooperating with doctors for examination and treatment, Brody gradually had the idea of ​​getting rid of the wheelchair. He wanted to be able to keep his feet on the ground instead of sitting in a wheelchair all the time.

System: "I don't recommend you make such an attempt, host."

"Why?" If the system couldn't come up with a reason, Brody felt that he couldn't give up this idea.Unlike the doctors who are currently confused, Brody knows that although the internal balance of his body is not right, with the help of the system, as long as there is no strenuous exercise or any impact, generally nothing will happen.

After this period of recuperation, Brody feels that he still has the strength to walk, which is why he wants to contact walking.

The system sensed Brody's persistence from his tone, which made it silent for a few seconds, and then said, "If you insist, then I suggest you make sure that you are the only one in this ward before practicing. "

The system's words caused Brody to reflexively look at another person in the room, as if he had sensed his gaze, and the little reporter who was originally sitting on the side looked up.

"Ah, uh..." Brody thought for a while and said, "Can I ask you something, Clark?"

"what?"

"I heard from the nurse that there is a cake shop near the hospital. They have launched a new product, which tastes very good." Brody coughed, "Can you buy it for me?"

Clark pushed his glasses, and said in a good-tempered manner, "Yes."

After Clark left the ward, Brody lifted the sheets, sat up from the bed, his feet hung over the edge of the bed, and looked down at the ground.

Brody felt a little nervous, and couldn't help asking the system in his mind: "It's impossible for me to walk away and die, right?"

"Of course not," the voice of the system in my head was as calm as ever, "it's just that you may feel a little pain."

"Is it just a little pain?"

Brody repeated in a low voice. He took a deep breath, carefully lowered his legs, then put on his comfortable slippers, and waited quietly for a few seconds.

——Nothing happened, and there was no 'a little pain' that the system said.

So Brody tentatively took his right leg and took a step forward——

Bang.

He knelt straight forward and fell to the ground, his knees collided with the ground, making a muffled sound.

The author has something to say: Brody: It's a little hard to imagine a dark superhero, the image will be very strange, right?

Bruce: ...

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