[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

After getting an affirmative answer, Bruce noticed that Brody had a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to ask something else.

"What else do you want to ask?"

Brody raised his hand and touched his nose, seemingly embarrassed: "Can I really ask?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He was leaning on the handrail of the stairs. Because of his height, he could cross his chest and look down at his younger brother. He asked a low questioning word from his nose, "Huh?"

Brody: "If you have a girlfriend, will it bother you if I come over at night?"

Bruce: "..."

He suddenly felt dumbfounded, so he couldn't help but raised his hand, and tapped Brody on the forehead with his fingers. Brody widened his eyes, covered his head, and moaned: "I'm just asking a question." , brother, are you shy?"

Bruce glanced at him lightly, "I didn't use much force." As he said that, he seemed to want to tap Brody's head again, and Brody took a step back warily, showing a smug expression to Bruce.

"Hey, you can't hit me, Bruce."

The corners of Bruce's mouth curled up slightly, he straightened up, his long legs moved forward, and the distance between him and Brody was shortened by half a step, and then, when Brody couldn't stop him, he tapped his forehead again with his fingers.

"I'm your brother, no matter how far you hide, I can catch you." Bruce said in a low voice.

Brody groaned, but didn't say anything, because of Bruce's cooperation, the last bit of nervousness that was similar to his homely feeling was finally completely gone, and he walked towards his room.

No matter how long the corridor was, no matter how slow Brody's speed was, they stopped in front of the bedroom door after more than a minute. Brody tilted his head to look at Bruce, then looked back, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, Twist left.

The wooden door made a slight sound, and then was pushed open from the outside, gradually revealing the layout of the room.

The floor is covered with soft carpets, and various decorations are hung on the wooden walls. In the center of the room is a large wooden brown bed, covered with a fluffy cotton quilt.Probably because it was close to noon at this time, and there was a rare daylight, although it was not too strong, the daylight came in through the opened curtains, and cast obliquely long shadows on the quilt.

Brody walked into this bedroom that belonged to him, and saw the chess pieces on the small table at a glance. He raised his hand and picked up the chess piece that represented the king, and then walked towards the window, and saw the blue sky outside the window. Green trees, and fallen leaves swirling in the air with the cool wind.

During this process, Bruce didn't say anything to disturb Brody, he just leaned against the door with his chest folded, watching Brody behind him.

When Brody came back to his senses, he turned his head and saw Bruce who was still in the room.

"I thought you were out, brother." He said, his voice was a little low, and there was warmth in his blue eyes, with a dependence that he didn't realize.

Bruce put down his hand and said to Brody, "I'll take you to see the surprise."

The original melancholy in Brody's heart was completely broken by Bruce's words. He happily followed behind his brother, and then found that Bruce took him downstairs to a room on the first floor.After pushing open the door, I saw the whole floor-to-ceiling windows and the piano standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.It is black all over, with smooth lines and graceful shape. Without any words, people can feel its beauty polished by time.

Bruce walked over and lifted the lid of the piano. His slender fingertips slid across the white keys at random. The notes released from the keys were beautiful and beautiful. After the sound stopped, Bruce also looked sideways at Brody.

Brody looked at the piano, then at Bruce, and said hesitantly, "It's—"

Bruce spoke lightly, with a careless expression on his face, as if he just said casually: "I remember you once said that you wanted a piano, so I bought it."

Because of Bruce's tone, Brody didn't think much about it, his eyes showed obvious happiness, and he was obviously very happy that Bruce had given him this surprise.

"Can I play it all the time? So it's mine? That's awesome!"

In fact, there is also a piano in Wayne Manor, but it belongs to the Wayne couple.At that time, Mr. Wayne would hold Brody in his arms, hold his hand and teach him how to play beautiful music. Brody, who was just an ordinary Asian boy in his previous life, was in Mr. Wayne's funny language. As a child, I naturally became interested in the piano.

He will always remember sitting on the piano chair with his adoptive parents, and the times when he and Bruce played simple and beautiful children's songs four-handed.

But he also looks forward to owning a piano of his own.

He walked up to Bruce, leaned forward, hugged his brother intimately, then let go immediately, sat down on the piano chair, and couldn't wait to put his hands on the keys.

Bruce put the hand that had just been raised back to his side and coughed lightly. Although he was a little embarrassed, when he looked at Brody who was sitting in front of the piano with an excited face, he felt nothing.

The young man was sitting on the piano chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, dancing with his fingers on the keys. The sound of the piano was a bit unfamiliar at first, but the more he got to the back, the more proficient he became. The man in the white shirt was leaning on the piano, hanging down. He stared at the young man.

Alfred, who came following the sound of the piano, just stood at the door with a smile and listened for a while, without disturbing the brothers in the piano room, but chose to turn around and leave quietly, and came to the study.

He opened the safe and put the auction certificate in his hand.As for the above amount, Alfred was not surprised at all. Although the amount was enough for ordinary people to enjoy a lifetime, it is normal for a piano with a long history and played by famous musicians to have this price, or , because of this, the master took a picture of it and gave it to the young master.

Brody deserves the best.

******

Although he returned to Wayne Manor, it didn't mean that Brody was free.Considering that he has been in a vegetable state for more than ten years and has a lot of knowledge and interpersonal relationships to learn, Alfred chose to teach his young master himself.

The class wasn't too tense, after all, for Bruce and Alfred, Brody's body was the most important, and they didn't forget what Superman said before.

So Brody is relatively leisurely during the day, and because of the increase in thinking power, his learning ability has been greatly improved, and his lessons for Alfred are more relaxed, but at night, he has to enter the study space, Honestly chew on that tome.

This is where he gets really busy.

Medical knowledge is always getting deeper and deeper, and the more you learn, the more difficult it is. Although there are blessings, Brody still feels that he is struggling. The only thing that can comfort him is that he finally got some points in the next lottery draw. Useful stuff, acupuncture props.

【Product Name: Needle of the Silver Blade

Function: Can pierce human and non-human skin

Price: 10000 points

】

Brody first looked at it over and over again, and then put it in the [backpack] with great satisfaction. Although he hasn't learned about acupuncture and moxibustion yet, he will always be able to use it in the future.The most important thing is that although it will not lead to Brexit, at least this prop proves that he is not always unlucky.

After putting away the props, Brody reviewed what he had learned before. After all, no matter how good his memory is, he has not reached the level that he will never forget it. This kind of repetitive learning can deepen his impression, and It can also discover knowledge points that were not noticed before.

Probably... There is no more weird golden finger than him, Brody thought faintly.No matter how he thinks about it, he feels that his system should not be called the life winner system, but should be called the learning system, because there is no system that urges the host to learn by himself.

After exiting the study space, Brody opened his eyes. After not sleeping all night, he didn't feel sleepy. Instead, he felt as comfortable as if he had gotten enough sleep.

He got up from the bed, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, opened the curtains, and the whole room became brighter instantly. Brody narrowed his eyes slightly, looked out of the window, stretched his waist, and then looked up at the wall hanging clock.

The pointer in the clock reached seven o'clock, and it was another leisurely morning. If it wasn't for the pain still existing in his body reminding him, Brody felt that he might have an illusion that nothing had happened. But the truth is, those things did happen.

He stood in front of the window with downcast eyes, concentrating, then turned and walked to the bathroom.

There was a sound of rushing water, and then it flowed away from the water outlet in the sink, a trace of pink was mixed in, and it was also washed away with the clear water. Brody wiped his face with a wet towel, and looked in the mirror Look, after making sure nothing was wrong, he put down the towel and left.

Going down the stairs, Brody saw that Alfred was putting breakfast on the dining table. Bruce was not there. Brody looked up at his watch and found that it was almost eight o'clock.

"Is he out, Fu?"

"The master is still in his bedroom, young master." Alfred put the plate in his hand on the dining table before looking up at Brody, "I think he must still be sleeping on his bed now."

Brody paused when he was about to pull out his chair and sit down, "So Afu, you mean, is Bruce sleeping late?"

Alfred nodded slightly, and said lightly: "In fact, since the master finally remembered that he still had a manor, and the poor old housekeeper who was waiting for him, and was willing to come back from outside, the master probably got up early for a week or two. Just stayed in bed and slept."

Brody was amused by Alfred's tone, "That sounds too bad, doesn't it, Alfred."

"You are right, young master," Alfred echoed solemnly, "As an older brother, master, he should set an example for you."

"I hear you talking about me."

Bruce walked down the stairs, and while rubbing his somewhat uncomfortable hair, he said such a sentence, maybe because he hadn't woken up yet, his voice was low and hoarse.

He walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down, gave up smoothing his hair, and looked at them with raised eyebrows.

"And I think it shouldn't be a good thing."

Alfred: "Just talking about your schedule, sir."

"Did you go out tonight, Brucey?" Brody said after chewing the food in his mouth.

"Well, sometimes some things will go out for a while." Bruce said vaguely, and then talked about other things, which quickly diverted Brody's attention. Alfred raised his eyebrows, but the same Did not say anything.

As he said before, no matter whether Mr. Steward agrees or denies, under normal circumstances, he will not interfere with Bruce's decision, at most he will make suggestions.

Although he thinks that maybe before the master wants to tell the young master what he is doing now, the young master may find out about it himself, and find out that his brother will become a big black bat.

In fact, this is quite interesting, Alfred thought, smiling.

******

At night, Wayne Manor, the underground cave.

Bruce sat in front of the monitoring screen, but today he didn't look at the content on those screens, but typed quickly on the keyboard, inputting a line of commands, and finally pressing the Enter key.

A long progress bar appeared on the computer screen. When the progress bar reached 100%, a folder jumped out. Bruce immediately moved the mouse over it. When he double-clicked, the contents of the folder were fully displayed.

"Ah Fu!" Bruce called the old butler's name.

"What?" Alfred turned his head and put down the tools in his hand, "Do you have any orders, sir?"

"Did you see this picture?"

Bruce zoomed in on one of the pictures, and asked without looking back. Alfred's eyes fell on the picture, and after observing it for a few seconds, he said, "It looks a bit like a glowing Rubik's cube gem."

"It's called the Cosmic Rubik's Cube." Bruce emphasized his tone when he pronounced the term.

"If I remember correctly... it seems that this word appeared in the war decades ago."

"You're not mistaken, Alfred," Bruce pushed the chair away and stood up, his face was very cautious, but there was still uncontrollable excitement in it, which made him walk back and forth a few times before looking at Alfred De, "It did appear, and I found information about it after hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database."

"I want to have it, Fu."

no, no...

Bruce closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was an imperative inside:

"—I must have it."

The Cosmic Rubik's Cube has magical powers, maybe... maybe it can help Brody's body.