[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Brody was attracted by a scent and woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes in a daze, yawned, and when he turned his head, he saw a furry head emerging from the sofa.

"...Brian." Brody called out its name in a hoarse voice.

"Wang!"

The golden-haired puppy, which had been quiet all along, barked excitedly immediately. Brody looked behind it and saw the fast tail, which made him laugh out low, and stretched out his hand to rub its head. Then when he straightened up to get up, something slipped from his chest.

He looked down subconsciously, and in his sight was the brown blanket that had slipped down to his abdomen and covered him.

Probably because he just woke up, Brody's eyes looked a little dazed. He grabbed the corner of the blanket and tilted his head to look at it. It took a long time for the reflex arc in his head to accept the reason why the blanket appeared here.

It was covered because someone saw him sleeping on the couch and didn't want to wake him up.

But who is it?

While he was slowly thinking about the answer, Brian, who had just stood up to the height of the sofa, with his two front paws grasping the edge of the sofa, tilted his head. He kicked his legs hard, trying to climb onto the sofa, but his fat body and short legs made this behavior a bit difficult.

"Wang Wang!!"

Brian, who didn't get the attention, got a little anxious, yelled twice, and drew Brody's attention back. When he looked down, he happened to see that Brian seemed to have insufficient strength, and loosened his front paws. , the whole body rolled into a ball and rolled back several times, and finally stopped when it was blocked by the coffee table. Those dark brown eyes were wide open, as if in a daze.

Brody: "...poof."

He was immediately amused, his shoulders shrugged and he laughed loudly. After a while, he got off the sofa while laughing, then stepped forward and bent down to hug it, stroking its head with curved eyebrows and eyes.

Brian, who was soothed, immediately forgot what happened just now, leaned his little head, and licked Brody's cheek with his pink tongue, and Brody could even feel Brian's wet little black nose touching him.

"It seems that I don't need to wake you up, young master."

Ah Fu's voice sounded, Brody turned around with Brian in his arms, and saw Ah Fu standing at the door of the living room, with an apron around his waist, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Is Bruce out?"

"Yes." Alfred replied.

"Mr. Wayne."

The staff who had been waiting for a long time greeted the luxury car parked at the door immediately. Bruce, who got out of the car, looked at him and said in a calm tone, "Let's go."

"Ok."

Soon, under the guidance of the staff, Bruce came to the destination. He stood in front of the two-way mirror, his eyes fell on the white experimental bed through the glass.

He looked at the man lying on the white test bed, covered in unthawed ice, and the face under the ice was almost exactly the same as the old picture of Captain America Bruce had seen, which made his heart Frowning, he said in a low voice, "You told me before that you suspected he was still alive?"

"Yes," explained the researcher standing aside, "all of us were surprised that Captain America still kept his appearance after decades in the ice sea, and his body didn't seem to have changed much. So we immediately conducted research at that time and found that his brain was emitting weak signs of brain wave activity outward, and when we transported him back to Gotham, we found that his brain wave activity became more and more active."

"We did multiple tests and had a meeting before we came to this conclusion."

Bruce stared at this national hero who belonged to the war period with his chest folded, replayed the materials he had read in his mind, and asked for a long time, "Is it possible that it has something to do with the drugs he had injected?"

The researcher looked a little embarrassed, "After reading the information you provided, Mr. Wayne, we also have this kind of conjecture, but the problem is, considering that Captain America's brain waves are too active, we are not sure how to completely unfreeze Captain America. Whether it will make him fully awake in the future, so it is temporarily impossible to conduct verification in this regard."

There was thought in Bruce's eyes, and the researcher waited for his reply.

After a long time, Bruce looked sideways at him and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to do anything anymore, I'll let others take over."

"Okay," the researcher nodded, paused, and said, "Also, there is another piece of information that needs to be handed over to you, Mr. Wayne." The bag was handed to him.

After Bruce returned to the car, he opened the sealed bag, which contained a memory card.He took it out, put it in the card reader, and connected it to the computer in the car.

There is only one video in the memory card. After clicking on it, the played picture looks a bit shaky, and the picture is not particularly clear, obviously it was shot with a mobile phone or the like.

Bruce leaned back in the car seat, staring at the video screen with his chest crossed.

The voices in the video were very noisy, and there was surprise in those shouts, and then a strange male voice sounded:

"Oh my god, this is just amazing—"

Following the sound, the picture began to gradually change, as if it was moving upwards, until the picture changed from a snow-white iceberg to a dark sky.

Bruce frowned even more when he saw the figure floating in mid-air in the picture. He watched the man in the red cape slowly fall from the air in the video, put down the ice cube in his hand, and turned towards the camera The direction looked over.

The video screen went black, and then turned on again quickly. The person who took the video appeared on the screen. He explained in detail what happened at that time, and then explained that he was over-seen at that time. I was nervous so subconsciously I didn't continue to shoot.

Bruce turned the screen forward, watched it a few more times, and then turned it off, with a complex expression on his face.

Why does he feel like... this guy is everywhere?

Moreover, why did Superman suddenly run to the Arctic Ocean, and after salvaging Captain America, not only did he not transport it away, but instead left it to his salvage team, what is his purpose?

These kinds of questions lingered in Bruce's mind, but they didn't get an answer, so he had to suppress them temporarily.

When he returned to the villa, it was already close to night, and Bruce's brows were tightly locked until he sat on the sofa.

"You seem to have a lot of doubts in your mind." The old housekeeper said.

Bruce took the brewed black tea, and the white mist slightly rising from the mouth of the teacup made his expression a little elusive, "It's about Superman, Fu."

"I found that the chances of him appearing by my side are too frequent recently, counting down—" Bruce sipped his black tea and looked up at his butler, "He has saved Brody several times, and he saved Brody not long ago." I even found out that he appeared in the Arctic Ocean, found the frozen Captain America, but left Captain America in front of the salvage team—”

"It's hard for me not to think about his purpose, and even though I should be grateful to him, I can't help wondering."

When Alfred heard the news that Captain America had been found, he raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a little surprise, but he didn't interrupt Bruce, but continued to listen until Bruce finished speaking.

Alfred: "Maybe because he is more enthusiastic, and it is indeed a coincidence."

"Wang-"

Bruce, who was about to say something, stopped his words because of the dog barking. When he turned his head and looked over, he saw Brody, whose hair was a little wet, walking downstairs in his pajamas, and his feet were circling around him. Flicking his little tail quickly, Brian looked very lively.

This caused a little trouble for Brody when he walked around, because he had to keep his head down and pay attention to his feet all the time so as not to step on Brian, but——

Bruce saw the curve of Brody's mouth, and the expression on his face that clearly said 'I'm actually really annoyed that I'm definitely not addicted to dog smoking'.

Bruce: "...Brian."

Brian, who had already reacted to the name, raised his head and tilted his head when he saw Bruce.

In the next second, it seemed to recognize the identity of this person, and screamed excitedly, then walked around in front of the sofa with short legs, squatted down, flicked its tail, and raised its head. He looked up at Bruce with his head held high.

Bruce patted it on the head and said in a low voice, "Very good."

Ah Fu, who was standing by the side, glanced at Brody, and sure enough, he saw his young master puffed up his cheeks, his eyes widened and he stared at Bruce, who had his back turned to him, but soon, he probably felt that his appearance was too naive , raised his hand and patted his face again, pretending that he didn't show any expression just now.

Alfred looked at Bruce again, accurately caught the slight curve of Bruce's mouth, and immediately understood.

Apparently, it's not just Brody who's going to make fun of Bruce on purpose, it's Bruce too.

Moreover, it seems that Brody didn't realize that Bruce called Brian's name on purpose, Alfred thought silently, but he didn't make a sound to remind him, instead the corner of his mouth curled up.

It's actually quite interesting.

The old butler, who was always on the sidelines, thought cheerfully. He felt that even if he saw this scene every day, he would not feel bored.

"It's very obedient." Bruce said.

Hearing this, Brody walked to the sofa and sat down. He had an extremely bright smile on his face, and proudly puffed up his chest, "He's the most obedient golden retriever I've ever seen."

"Wow!" Brian yelled twice as if responding.

The atmosphere inside the house is warm, outside the house, the sky is gradually raining, and the rain drops on the ground. Gotham at night is no different from the past under the rain. With a wild smile.

The hidden darkness began to move.

"Clang—clang—"

The sound of ankle chains being dragged sounded in the corridor of the prison. The man with disheveled hair and pale face followed the prison guards to the visiting room. He sat on the chair with a blank expression, even though his right hand was handcuffed to the armrest. On the chair opposite him, he didn't respond either.

Until the strange man whispered a name:

"Alissa."

The man raised his head abruptly, his eye sockets widened, making one even suspect that his eyeballs would fall out, bloodshot all over the whites of his eyes, looking crazy and terrifying, but the face of the strange man he was watching showed no fear at all, even There was a smile of interest.

"Looks like you remember your ex-girlfriend," he said.