[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"Ding-dong-"

A beep sounded in the white study space, and Brody put the drawn prizes into his backpack, but he did not choose to rest, but opened the new content unlocked in the book, obviously intending to seize the time to continue reading.

"Your recent diligence has surprised me, host." The system's voice sounded.

Because the focus was on the content of the book, Brody replied in a casual tone: "Isn't it a good thing to work hard? I remember that the idea you have always instilled in me is to study hard and make progress every day."

"Before the host, you would rest and relax, instead of staying in the space all night and studying non-stop," the system said, "is it because you found out that your brother is Batman?"

Brody didn't answer the system's question immediately. He put the book aside first, and with a thought, a few things disappeared from the backpack, and a character model appeared on the table, and Brody's fingertips were more. A silver needle with a thick top and a thin bottom came out.

He leaned forward, stared at the character model very intently, murmured what he had learned, and then gradually inserted the thin needle into a certain acupuncture point in a twisting manner.

The moment the silver needle was inserted, a green indicator lighted up at the corresponding position. Only then did Brody heave a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair.

"No." Brody said.

He stretched his waist and stretched his body, with a relaxed expression on his face. To be honest, after a long time, he quite likes being in this space. At least in this state, he is a condensed spiritual body, without substance That constant pain.

While moving his body, Brody said: "Knowing that my brother is Batman, it just made me understand that some people can live easily, but are willing to bear heavy pressure for the city that gave birth to them, so I got it As a systemic me, I shouldn't let up any more."

"I just feel that maybe not only for myself, but for my family, maybe I can do something more."

A week later, with his good physical fitness, Bruce's recovery from the injury reached the standard for discharge.

They first went back to their original home.

The three stood among the ruins, with the cold wind blowing, Brody raised his hand and grabbed a fallen leaf, looking sideways at his two family members, "Are we going to stand like this all the time?"

Only then did Bruce regain his senses. He glanced at Brody, quickly retracted his gaze, stepped forward, and walked forward, "Let's go."

The old butler pushed his glasses. He stood still and watched the backs of the two brothers. After watching them walk side by side for a certain distance, he turned and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

During the walk, Bruce remained silent. Brody looked down at the burnt black wood, and just as he raised his leg to step over, he heard a voice from in front of him:

"Brody."

"Huh?" Brody raised his head, and found that Bruce did not continue to walk forward, but stood with his back facing him not far away, with his back straight, but the emotion revealed in the deep voice afterwards, I don't know if it was He felt wrong, and there seemed to be a hint of heaviness.

"...it's gone."

Bruce looked at everything that was burned to nothing but ruins, and raised his right hand unconsciously, covering the original wounded position on his abdomen. In this quiet moment, those hidden thoughts leaked from his heart .

"it's me……"

"So it's a good thing those fireproof bastards got caught, they should just stay in jail."

Bruce's words were interrupted, his shoulders were heavy, and he turned his head to see his younger brother looking up at him slightly, his figure was clearly reflected in those blue eyes that were clearer than his, and then he looked at him He bent his eyes.

"What do you think?"

Bruce stared at him in silence. After a long time, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I agree with your idea."

"Gentlemen."

The voice of the old butler sounded behind them, and the two brothers turned their heads and saw Alfred holding tools such as planks and hammers in his arms.

Under their sight, the old butler cleared his throat and said in a drawn out tone: "After the talk is over, can you take these things away for me?"

Bruce raised his brows, he stepped forward and took all the wooden blocks in Afu's arms, while Brody followed Bruce curiously with a hammer and nails in his hand, "Hey, we are going to What are you going to do?"

"Seal the dry well," Bruce said.

Bruce went all the way to what he called the 'dry well'. Brody looked around. Although it was also burned to the point where it was almost impossible to see the original, it was the place where Brody lived after all, so he still recognized that it was where.

Bruce threw the wooden plank in his hand to the dry well, bent down and stepped on the edge, looked down at the hole, the sun was shining from his head, so he could probably see that the bottom of the well was covered with dead leaves.

After half a minute, Bruce no longer looked at the bottom of the well. He retracted his legs, picked up one of the planks, put it on the wellhead, and stretched out his hand to the side.

He waited a few seconds, however, and no tool was placed in his hand, which made Bruce look up to the side and see Brody in a daze.

"Brody."

"Ah... huh? What?" Brody, who came back to his senses, looked at his brother with wide eyes, with a dazed expression on his face.

Bruce sighed, "Hammer."

Only then did Brody remember what he was holding in his hand, and quickly handed the hammer to Bruce.

Then there was the sound of tinkling and knocking, and Brody squatted down, propped his cheeks and watched his brother bury his head in sealing the wooden boards at the well opening, "Is there anything special about this opening?"

Bruce hammered the nails in the plank before turning his head to look at him, "It's another exit."

"...the base?" Brody sounded uncertain until he saw Bruce nod at him.

"Ah."

"Wow!" Brody opened his eyes wide, and leaned over to lie on the edge of the unsealed wellhead, looking down.However, because most of the light was blocked, no matter how round the eyes were, they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. If you just held your breath and listened, it seemed that you could hear something like the vibration of wings.

"I thought there was only the entrance in the manor."

"That came out later." Bruce rolled up the slipped cuffs, patted Brody on the back, waited until Brody retreated obediently, and continued to beat.

Bruce's voice was mixed with the crisp tinkling sound, low and nostalgic.

"That stone was found here."

Brody listened quietly.

This manor, everything here carries a lot of memories. They did not disappear with the fire, but were deeply engraved in the heart, becoming pictures that will never fade, with those beautiful feelings that make people think of them .

Just as the last nail was driven in, Bruce's cell phone rang. He took it out, glanced at the notification on the screen, and put it to his ear after it was connected.

Brody glanced at it at first, but Bruce's expression was too normal, and he couldn't hear anything strange in the reply, so Brody soon stopped paying attention, and naturally he didn't know that the call was actually It was the salvage team calling Bruce.

They then returned to temporary accommodation, a villa by the sea, where they would live while the manor was rebuilt.

Facing the sea in the living room of the villa is a whole floor-to-ceiling window, which can be bulletproof after special treatment, and can be adjusted so that the outside cannot see the inside. The floor is covered with a layer of carpet. When the fluff steps on it, it feels It is soft, and the constant temperature in the room is kept at a comfortable level for the human body. After staying in the living room for a long time, it will make people want to sleep.

That's what Brody is.

He was originally sitting on the sofa watching TV, but after watching, he yawned, and before he knew it, his body began to slide down and fell asleep on the sofa.

Not even the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs woke him up.

Bruce rolled up his sleeves casually as he walked down, glanced at the living room casually, and finally landed on the TV that was turned on. From his perspective, there was no one on the sofa, which made his eyes Doubt flashed.

Are you back in your room?

Thinking of this, Bruce turned around and walked around the sofa to the coffee table. Just as he was about to bend down and pick up the remote control to turn off the TV, he saw someone who he thought had returned to the room was lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

Bruce's eyes fell on the fat black bat pillow in the young man's arms, the corners of his mouth twitched, and helplessness flashed across his eyes.

This was ordered by Brody one day before Bruce was discharged from the hospital, and Brody not only made his own one, he also prepared it for Bruce and Alfred.

The bats of the three are different from each other.

Brody's bat pillow is fatter, and the eyes are made of round obsidian, which looks a little dull.The one belonging to Bruce has a bigger body—of course it is also fatter—with a small black cape on the back, while the one belonging to Ah Fu has glasses patterns embroidered on it.

All in all, in the end Bruce accepted Brody's bat pillow under Brody's bright smiling face. At this moment, the fat bat was quietly staying beside Bruce's pillow.

Bruce sighed, turned around and went back upstairs. When he came down again, he had an extra blanket in his hand. He walked lightly to the sofa, then bent down and covered Brody with the blanket.

The young man with his eyes closed didn't notice it. His brows were stretched, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had fallen into a sweet dream. His chin was against the pillow, and he hugged it tightly, curled up and fell asleep. .

Bruce didn't leave immediately, he pulled the blanket up until it covered Brody's chest, and the chubby bat pillow could barely see the top of the round head and the pointed ears on both sides.

The sound of the wind and waves outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was well blocked. The man stretched out his hand and brushed away the young man's black hair, before he straightened up and left the living room.

The author has something to say: Brody: Even if it's a bat pillow, the whole family should be neat and not let anyone down! 【Show my awesome expression and praise me.jpg】

Bruce: ... [silent applause]