[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

A sleeping young man was lying on the big wooden bed in the middle of the bedroom. He turned over, and the quilt that was originally well covered was pulled off by his movements, barely covering his chest. After a few minutes, the young man's eyelashes trembled a few times. Down, and then slowly unfolded in the dark space.

Brody suddenly woke up from his sleep. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, yawned, slowly got up from the bed, fumbled with his right hand, and then turned on the bedside lamp.

The soft lights spread out, allowing Brody to see everything in the room clearly. He walked forward slowly and left his bedroom.

He is a little thirsty.

There were also non-glare lights on in the corridor. Brody pulled on his shoes, his eyes were wide open, although he narrowed them slowly after a while, and opened them again after reacting. He went back and forth several times, but he did not give up. Let yourself not close your eyes because of sleepiness.

boom -

Brody's footsteps stopped, and he looked towards the stairs. The glass above the wall could vaguely see the outside scene. Huge thunder came in, and lightning pierced the sky, which also brightened the corridor for a moment.

Even standing in the corridor, Brody could hear the faint sound of rain.

Is it raining?Brody tilted his head, then continued to walk forward, went downstairs on the handrail of the escalator, walked to the kitchen, bent down and opened the door of the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk from it, and heated it up , After confirming that it is warm enough, pour it into a cup.

Brody bowed his head and took a sip, then simply cleaned up the kitchen and went out with the cup. He didn't plan to drink in the kitchen, but decided to go back to his bedroom to drink slowly.

As a result, Brody had just left the kitchen when he heard a rush of footsteps, which attracted his attention.After he saw clearly who this person was through the light from the kitchen, he couldn't help being surprised.

"... Ah Fu?"

The old butler who was rushing towards the door stopped, turned his head, and after seeing Brody, he quickly said: "Good evening, young master, why are you out?"

"I was thirsty in the middle of the night, so I came down," Brody raised the glass in his hand, and after explaining, he also asked, "Are you going out, Fu?" Lodi also glanced at the wall clock in the living room.

In fact, with his distance, he couldn't see the time displayed on it clearly, but he just wanted to express his doubts about Ah Fu going out at such a late hour.

"Yes," Alfred nodded, and put the mobile phone in his hand behind his back without any trace, "I think there are still some things that need to be dealt with, you should go to sleep, master, you have been outside for too long It’s easy to catch cold.”

Brody: "Stay safe, Fu."

"I will."

Alfred replied quickly, he didn't even care to watch Brody go upstairs, and left in a hurry after saying this.The moment the door opened, lightning flashed again, and the suddenly bright sky just illuminated the anxious and worried expression on Alfred's face.

It's just that at this time, his back was facing Brody, so Brody didn't see it, so he missed the chance to find something.

Brody went back upstairs alone. When he opened the wooden door of the bedroom, for some reason, he couldn't help but look back at Bruce's room at the end of the corridor. The wooden door was closed tightly, and he didn't know if the person inside was sleeping After sleeping, I still didn't return in the middle of the night.

After he returned to the bed and finished drinking the milk, he closed his eyes again and prepared to fall asleep. However, half an hour later, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling helplessly.

Clearly milk can help sleep, but Brody felt as if he drank coffee, his heart beat a little faster, and he even felt a little inexplicably flustered for some reason.

It is still raining outside. Most people don't like this kind of weather very much. They even choose to go back to the room, close the doors and windows tightly and have a good sleep. But for Gotham, it doesn't affect anything, or rather, it makes Certain crimes are rampant.

In the rain, a man in a black uniform fell on his back on the roof. His face was wearing a black bat-like mask. Although it almost covered his entire face, he could still see through the non-stop His panting lips could see his pain, and the sound of rain almost drowned out his groans:

"... Ah Fu... save..."

Until he was found by the old housekeeper and carried back into the back seat of the car, he still seemed extremely uncomfortable, with a hoarse voice, repeating the words 'blood' and 'poisoning', his consciousness was almost blurred.Alfred drove the car back to Wayne Manor at the fastest speed, opened the back seat and reached out to hug Bruce out, but was grabbed by the wrist.

"Don't...don't go to...the bedroom..."

"Go underground...underground cave..."

Bruce held the butler's hand tightly, and the nausea surged up in his mind one after another, making him want to pass out so uncomfortable that he had to bite his lower lip to bleed, so he could barely control himself to speak:

"Don't let... don't let him see..."

The effect of the medicine in the brain became more and more obvious, which even made Bruce curl up uncomfortable, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his right hand kept holding Alfred until he vaguely heard a voice above his head:

"it is good."

A sigh sounded after this promise, but Bruce couldn't hear it anymore. His mind was relaxed, and his consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

******

Brody had insomnia for the rest of the night, as if he drank fake milk.

Naturally, his energy was not very good the next day, and there were still dark circles under his eyes, and he went downstairs to the restaurant after he finished grooming and looked a little better.

Breakfast was already set on the dining table, but Brody didn't see the old butler until he finished eating. He went to Bruce's bedroom and found that the bed was clean and tidy, as if no one had slept on it.

Alfred didn't show up until noon, but after making him lunch, he left again, as if he came back only for this matter.

Brody finished his lunch alone, but he didn't feel unhappy. In his opinion, although Alfred and Bruce were his family, it didn't mean they had to be together all the time, or even be together. circle around him.

At best, Brody was a little curious about what Alfred was dealing with and where Bruce was playing.

It turned out that it was like an appointment. Not only did Bruce come back the next day, but Alfred didn't go out again.

"You look pale, Bruce."

Bruce was sitting on the recliner, reading a magazine in his hand. After hearing Brody's words, he turned to the next page and said casually, "Probably because of a hangover."

Brody: "..." His face darkened for a moment. Bruce didn't see it because he was reading a magazine, so when he heard Brody ask him if he had been drinking all night, he answered in the affirmative.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brody standing up suddenly and walking outside without saying a word, he still didn't realize it, holding a magazine in his hand, staring blankly at the back of his brother going away.

"What happened to him?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

Too bad Alfred wasn't in the room, so no one could give him an answer.

Brody walked downstairs quickly, not even caring about the more intense pain in his body because he increased his speed, walked through the living room, walked to the kitchen, and Alfred, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the show Inadvertently noticing the expression on Brody's face, he couldn't help getting up and following behind.

When he came to the kitchen door, he saw Brody bending down to find something from the cabinet. When he straightened up, he already had several ingredients in his hand, including ginger. The old housekeeper simply watched He was thinking, trying to figure out what his young master was going to do.

Under Ah Fu's watchful eyes, Brody fiddled with a bowl of soup, which contained shallots, salt and other seasonings. Although it looked passable on the outside, the taste...

Alfred coughed. He thought it would at least be impressive. Thinking of Brody coming down from Bruce's bedroom with such a visibly angry look, and making something like this, he was really curious about what happened. what.

"What is this, master?"

Brody took out the bowl of soup and walked upstairs. After hearing Ah Fu's question, he said without looking back:

"Hangover soup."

"...hangover soup?" Bruce repeated, looking uncertainly at Brody who was sitting in front of him again.

"You said you were hungover, so I made this," Brody put the bowl on the table and looked at Bruce, "It can relieve the aftereffects of hangovers."

His expression was serious, and his blue eyes were filled with worry, as if he was simply thinking about Bruce's body.

So Bruce believed it.Although he knew that what he said was just a lie, in fact, he was poisoned by the scarecrow and his symptoms were relieved, but he still stretched out his hand, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.

The instant the soup entered the mouth, an indescribable taste spread from the coating of the tongue in an instant, almost distorting the expression of the person.

Bruce: "..."

He swallowed with difficulty, coughed a few times, and said with a complicated expression: "Hangover soup?"

"Do you feel cleared?" Brody put his hands on his cheeks, and his previous serious expression turned into a smile. He obviously knew the smell, but he asked this question on purpose.

"I think for a guy who's been drinking all night, this hangover soup would work just fine."

This time, Bruce finally heard the reason why this happened to him.

Apparently, Brody was mad at him for disregarding his health because he believed his excuses.The end result is that Bruce not only has to swallow the bitter pill himself, but also has to drink the whole bowl of hangover soup under Brody's supervision.

After Brody left with an empty bowl in satisfaction, and his figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs in the corridor, Bruce, who was still sitting upright with a magazine and pretending to read it, immediately picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water to drink.

"This is the worst hangover soup I've ever had." Bruce whispered, although he felt that he was really refreshed, it was definitely because of the taste.

Mr. Butler, who watched the whole process, not only did not feel pity for what happened to Bruce, but even had a little bit of fun.He did indeed laugh, and cheerfully said:

"This is the consequence of lying to your family, sir."