[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"boom--"

The sound of gunshots sounded in the dream, and the person lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes suddenly, breathing quickly, and the sunlight falling in from the window came into his eyes, making him slowly realize that everything before was just a reappearance in the dream.

Brody let out a long sigh of relief, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, but paused, then put down his hand and rubbed unconsciously.

The sticky feeling of sweat remaining on it is a bit too obvious.

This is the third day Brody has been awake.

The past events that were deliberately ignored surfaced in the dream, and what happened that night was so clear at this moment, it was obvious that he had woken up, but it still felt like a dream.

"Maybe you need what humans call a psychologist, a host." The system suggested.

Brody shrugged, "Let's talk about it later." Perhaps there was something wrong with his psychology, but he was somewhat resistant to opening his inner world to outsiders.

He casually took a thin book from the table next to the hospital bed, skimmed it quickly, submitted the task, then exchanged the points he got for energy to provide to his body, looked at the countdown on the eye panel, and After confirming that less than a day had turned into three days, he put the book in his hand back on the table.

The doctors came just now, and the advice they gave was that most of the detailed inspection reports from the day before yesterday came out, and no obvious problems were found for the time being, but because of the reason for vomiting blood for no reason before, I hope Brody will focus on recuperation for now, There is no rush to start rehabilitation.

So now Brody can only lie obediently on the hospital bed besides reading the books Ah Fu brought, no matter how much he wants to go out and let the wind go.

After all, just yesterday morning, he just wanted to sit in a wheelchair to go to the garden of the hospital, and he sprayed blood while moving, which directly frightened the doctors and nurses, who dragged him to do a set of detailed procedures again. examine.

He even made Ah Fu stare at him all day yesterday, and didn't return to Wayne's old house until just now.

Brody has a hard time saying: ...Actually, I just vomited blood, and I am really healthy.

Lying on the hospital bed, he raised his hand in front of his eyes, looked at the sunlight leaking through his fingers, thought of the dark sky in Gotham in his memory, and then remembered the newspaper he read yesterday.

The date in the newspaper was not yesterday, but a week ago, which I got from the doctor.

The news of the return of Bruce Wayne, the young master of Wayne Enterprises, was reported on the largest page in the newspaper.

Bruce...

Brody closed his eyes, thinking of the other person when he was a child.

His brother never showed up.

******

Wayne's old house, in the foundation cave.

"Are you evading, sir?"

The silver-haired housekeeper bent down and pressed the remote control, watching the entire cave become less dim due to the overhead lights, and Bruce, who was slowly falling, was untying the steel wires tied to his body.

Bruce paused, looked up at the bats flying around in the sky, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You know what I mean, sir," Alfred said calmly, without a trace of persecution, but declaratively, "unless you want to never see your brother for the rest of your life."

"I didn't!" Bruce said quickly, even because he was too excited, he looked directly at Alfred. After seeing the clear eyes in the old butler's eyes, he choked up again.

"I, I didn't." He repeated with a rare stammer.

Mr. Housekeeper smiled, "Maybe when I go to the hospital today, I can see you sitting in the car with a clean and tidy image." He glanced up and down at Bruce's image at this time, and added, "You can't bring Take their 'gift' to see the young master."

Bruce raised his hand and touched his nose, realizing that the 'gift' Alfred was referring to was bat droppings.

"I will." Bruce whispered.

For Bruce, the following time is fast and slow, which is very tormenting. He can't help but look at the watch on his hand from time to time. Often he feels that several hours have passed, but the minute hand on the watch tells He's only been there for a few minutes.However, when he left the study and returned to the bedroom, the clock hanging on the wall made a 'dang dang' sound, reminding him that there was only one hour left before going out.

During these years of wandering, Bruce has experienced many tense moments, but it is different from the tense feeling at this moment.

He tidied up his black hair, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in close-fitting clothes, and stared at himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror is handsome and elegant, the deep blue eyes under the black hair make people addicted to it at a glance, the broad and powerful shoulders can give people enough sense of security, and the tall and straight figure makes him look tall and outstanding.

Needless to say, this is a qualified gentleman, and no one can conceal his charm in the crowd.

But this did not ease Bruce's mood at the moment.

He took a deep breath, repeatedly checked whether he forgot to fasten his cuffs, whether his jacket was wrinkled, and then walked back and forth in front of the mirror, until someone knocked on the door outside the room, and he stopped this behavior .

Time to go out.

"You look perfect now, sir." Alfred said after seeing Bruce walking out of the bedroom.

Bruce raised his fist and pressed it to his lips. He coughed lowly and said vaguely, "Well, ah. Then let's go now."

In the car, the driver's seat and the rear seat are separated by a partition. The driver concentrates on driving, while the two people in the rear car are relatively silent for a while.

Bruce sat on the car seat with his back straight. He was expressionless and looked a little serious. When Alfred spoke, his eyes fell on the butler.

"The hospital is located in Metropolis, in—"

"At XX Street, arrive in about X hours, and then go to the VIP ward on the top floor." Bruce took his topic and gave the address first.

Alfred: "I thought you knew nothing, sir."

Bruce glanced at his old housekeeper and heard the ridicule, but he was not in the mood to retort at the moment. The nervousness made it difficult for him to concentrate. He raised his hand and pulled his tie, looking a little irritable.

Finally, he opened the car window and watched the scenery leaping backwards outside the car. The sky in Gotham was as dark as ever, until the car gradually drove out of Gotham City, and then approached the metropolis, the dark clouds receded and turned into sunny and bright In the blue sky, the sun's rays lavishly swayed to the whole earth.

Of course he does.Bruce thought, his lips tightened.

He remembers everything.

And he knew Ah Fu also knew what he had done in the past.

Every year, no matter where Bruce is, there are two special days that he will come back.

One is the anniversary of the death of his parents. Most of the time, it will rain heavily that day, and Bruce will usually go back to Gotham City first.When Bruce left Gotham, his body was soaked, his shoes were covered with muddy loess, and his trousers were stained.He often came to the hospital in the dead of night, but instead of going upstairs, he lingered downstairs until the sun was about to rise the next day, before he left quietly.

Another day was Brody's birthday.

He would come to the top floor of the hospital fully dressed, enter the ward softly, as if he would not disturb the people lying in the hospital bed, and then sit in silence all day.

During that time, many emotions crowded in his mind, especially when he looked at his parents' tombstones and his younger brother's pale face, the resentment and hatred piled up, making him want to do something desperately, such as When that scumbag was about to be released on parole.

Bruce even had a gun with him that day, and he really wanted to shoot this scumbag the moment he walked out of court.

If that scumbag hadn't been shot dead by someone from nowhere before he fired the shot, Bruce would have fired the shot without hesitation, even if he would have gone to jail for it.

"master."

"master?"

"master!"

The raised voice finally brought Bruce back to his thoughts, and he jerked awake, then looked to where the voice came from.

Alfred was standing at the door of the car, bent slightly, looked at Bruce who was still sitting in the car, and reminded again, "We've arrived at the hospital, sir, we should get out of the car."

Bruce looked at him, and when Mr. Housekeeper frowned, he got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked into the hospital.

The air in the corridor of the hospital is filled with a faint air freshener, covering up the smell of disinfectant. Occasionally, nurses and doctors can be seen passing by, as well as patients being pushed by wheelchairs and hanging on water. The feeling of quietness, especially when daylight comes in through the windows, seems to bring a touch of life to the hospital as well.

Alfred pressed the elevator, then waited sideways for Bruce to enter, and then walked in.

The two stood in the elevator and watched the elevator door slowly close, and then went up until there was a 'ding', and opened again after reaching the top floor, and the two walked out of the elevator.

They are getting closer and closer to the ward.

Bruce stopped.

"Sir?" Alfred looked sideways at him.

Bruce unconsciously turned the watch on his right hand with his left hand, his Adam's apple slid up and down, stared straight ahead, and after a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice: "I'll see the doctor first to understand the situation."

Alfred: "..."

He watched silently as his master turned and left when he was less than three meters away from the ward. Even though the other party maintained a normal pace, no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to Mr. Housekeeper that he had fled.

This is really... strange.

Mr. Housekeeper frowned slightly, but he didn't call Bruce to stop after all. He shook his head helplessly, and then continued to walk towards the ward.

He felt that even if Bruce didn't enter the ward today, he would walk in soon after.

Because they are family and brothers.

As an elder brother, how could he be reluctant to see his younger brother who finally woke up.