[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Under the night, the young man raised his head, his eyes widened slightly, and the figure that stopped in the air was reflected in his pupils.

The man's body wrapped in a dark blue uniform well showed the smooth muscle lines and his seemingly hard and thick chest.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his figure slowly descended until he was level with the window. He stared straight at the young man with sky-blue eyes.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After a long time, the young man suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes blinked a few times, his mouth opened and closed again.

Superman noticed the helplessness on his face, so he took the initiative to say: "I heard you calling me."

He paused.

"I guess I heard right?"

Brody: "..."

To be honest, he really didn't think that he just unconsciously called Superman's name, and the other party would appear in front of him, which made Brody momentarily at a loss as to what he should say.

But after the other party had already opened his mouth, Brody felt that it was not good for him to keep silent.

Because it's as if he doesn't welcome Superman.

Brody doesn't want Superman to feel that way, he means...

Although under such unpreparedness, the other party suddenly appeared in front of him, saying that he heard what he called him just now, which made Brody feel a little embarrassed, but...

Heck, he actually kinda likes Superman.

No one can hate a person who has saved himself several times.

Brody tightened his grip on the window sill, and met those sky blue eyes.

He choked out a few dry words:

"You heard that right."

Superman's gaze was always on Brody's face, and he said in a low voice, "So, do you have any questions to ask me?"

Brody shook his head subconsciously at first, but soon, hesitation appeared on his face, and he looked at Superman with a little hesitation.

After a while, he made a decision and nodded.

"Yes, I do have some questions for you, Superman."

The black-haired and blue-eyed superhero moved his body, shortening the distance to the window sill, and naturally getting closer to Brody, as if to show that he would listen carefully to his next question.

His expression was always calm, and this calm was also transmitted to Brody.

Unknowingly, Brody asked his own question so naturally.

"I saw a video file," Brody said, with obvious confusion in his eyes, "I want to know why you appeared in the Arctic Ocean at that time, and after rescuing Captain America who was frozen in the deep sea, handed over to The salvage team invested by Wayne?"

This kind of behavior made Brody feel like the other party knew what Bruce was going to do and his physical condition.

Even Brody didn't know what Bruce was doing at the time.

Before thanking him, Brody wondered where Superman knew.

Before Superman answered, he added: "If you find it difficult, you don't have to answer my question."

Superman's eyes moved slightly.

Although Brody only said this sentence, Superman saw another sentence that he did not say clearly from his eyes.

If you would like to answer-

Please, don't lie to me.

"I told you once that I can hear very well."

Superman said this in a low voice, and stopped going any further.

But Brody thought about this sentence, and suddenly understood.

Indeed, he forgot about Superman's good hearing.

His hearing is very good, so he can hear many things, so he naturally knows many things, including his physical condition, including Bruce's plan. Many things are no longer secrets to Superman.

And just now, he experienced the other party's ability again, and he felt deeply, which made Brody have no doubts about this conclusion.

"So, you know my body—"

Superman nodded slightly.

Brody stared at Superman, many thoughts drifted through his mind, but he was choked by him one by one, and finally smiled at Superman, with a sincere tone: "Thank you, you have helped me a lot, Superman."

Superman accepted his thanks, and then said, "Any other questions?"

"Uh," Brody touched his nose and couldn't help but said, "Actually, there's another one."

Superman: "Huh?"

"Will you appear whenever someone calls your name?"

Superman stared at Brody, a slight smile on his handsome face, not too obvious, but there it was.

His voice is as usual, deep and magnetic:

"As long as someone needs me, just call me, and I will come to him."

……

Brody closed the window, lay back on the bed, looked sideways at the photo in the frame on the bedside table, and let out a soft breath.

It was a little unexpected, but it seemed... not so unexpected.

Brody found that after talking with Superman, although he still had his thoughts, he was more relaxed than before.

Just like that night.

He hugged the bat pillow tightly in his arms, thought for a while, and finally took out his phone, entered the name 'Superman' in the search box, and then pressed the search button.

Thousands of pages, countless related words.

Every news story about Superman, whether he held up a collapsing building, stopped a runaway train, or went into space to adjust the trajectory of a satellite, just leads to one conclusion.

That is Superman saved many people.

He is the pride of Metropolis, and he is regarded as the strongest mutant.

The news said that when he showed up, he brought a sense of security.

In the photo, the hero with black hair and blue eyes maintains a calm and calm expression most of the time. He stops in the air with his red cloak fluttering, clearly distinguishing him from the people around him in the background.

When Brody flipped through these photos, scenes of Superman he had seen flashed through his mind.

Eyelids lowered, Superman held him in his arms and watched him.

Superman with a smile and a willingness to listen to his thoughts.

Brody: "..."

He came back to his senses suddenly, as if his phone had been burned, he threw it aside.

But that didn't make him any better.

He only felt that his cheeks were burning quickly, and when he raised his hand to put it on, he even felt a little hot to the touch.

System: "Host, your heartbeat has reached—"

"STOP!"

Brody quickly stopped the system's next words in his mind, and buried his face in the pillow, as if he could ignore certain thoughts in this way.

Brody didn't raise his head until he felt his heartbeat gradually slow down and finally returned to the same level as before.

He shook his head, diverting his attention.

He has more important things.

For example, when Bruce comes back, confess part of his situation to him.

……

The psychiatrist in a suit didn't leave his consulting room until late at night, but instead of going home, he drove to Gotham and finally stopped in front of a villa.

When he got out of the car, the door of the villa opened from the inside, and a graceful lady came out, hugged the doctor's arm, and dropped a lipstick-marked kiss on his cheek.

The doctor smiled and said something to her, then pulled out his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped off the red marks on it.

The woman didn't care about it, and even her smile became sweeter.

The two of them walked into the villa.

A black shadow floated down from the sky, and finally landed on the roof. Through the moonlight, it could be seen that this figure was wearing a long black cloak, and his face was covered by a hood.

Batman looked at the car parked in front of the villa, his eyes flashed thoughtfully.

This villa is the destination that Batman obtained after pursuing for a period of time, and the woman just now was Batman's target.

Women smuggle drugs and sell organs in Gotham City, and this kind of behavior is intolerable to Batman. He will show up tonight just to catch her and send her to prison.

But Batman didn't expect the psychiatrist to show up.

Although somewhat unexpected, Batman quickly adjusted his plan and sneaked into the villa.

The guards with guns only had time to hear a strange sound before they were hit hard in the back of the neck and fell unconscious on the ground. Was beaten to the ground.

Gunshots rang out in the villa, but no one came out of a certain room.

Batman strode forward, leaving the guy lying on the ground behind him, and finally stopped in front of the door of a certain room, raised his leg, and kicked it away.

The door panel flew directly into the room with a bang.

There was no one in the room.

Batman wasn't surprised. After all, no one came out after the movement just now. It is likely that the people in the room were trying to escape.

He looked around, his eyes fell on the bottle on the bedside table, he stepped forward and put his hand on the bottle.

He moved his hand up and down, even tapped it a few times, and finally held it down, turning it clockwise and then counterclockwise.

The originally clean wall made a crackling sound, and then split from the middle, gradually revealing the corridor inside.

Batman walked in, and the wall closed behind him.

The aisle was not long, and soon Batman came to the end and saw the psychiatrist and the woman.

The brows under the hood were furrowed because of what he saw.

The psychiatrist held a knife in his hand, which looked like a scalpel, reflecting the cold light, and gradually dripping blood from the tip of the knife.

The blood was from the woman lying in front of him.

The woman's eyes widened and her complexion was pale, but she had already lost all signs of life.

After all, no human being can survive with a hole cut in his chest and without any protective measures.

Under Batman's sight, the psychiatrist reached into the bloody hole with his hand without the knife, and pulled out the woman's lungs.

Then he smiled at Batman, no surprise, no panic.

It was as if he had anticipated the appearance of Batman.