The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3455: Research on Cats and Dogs (Part )

Clark threw Bruce onto the couch in his bedroom.

He let out a breath and was about to call Alfred when the Fighting World System sent a message.

"Hello, I'm here to inform you that your world is about to reach a plot node. It has been selected as a copy by a Doujie player. It is estimated that four players will land in this universe in one hour. The landing location is - Metropolis."

Clark was stunned when he saw this prompt.

This is a new feature launched by Doujie because some participating players complained that when they were queuing for a dungeon, someone happened to come over from home, which messed up some of their plans - "some" specifically refers to Batman - so Doujie launched this early warning function.

Some time before your world becomes a copy and other players log in, the system will notify the players in this universe participating in the fight so that they can prepare early.

Of course, this may cause some players to prepare in advance, deliberately hinder, or even harm other players. However, the information is two-way transparent, locals can prepare early, and those players can also prepare early. It depends on who is more prepared, which is also a part of the game.

But in most cases, players will not engage in meaningless destructive behavior. On the one hand, they are restricted by the mission. If they simply smash and loot, they cannot take the materials out, and if they fail to complete the mission, they will not get points, which is a pure waste of time. On the other hand, the fighting world does not encourage meaningless destruction. If many people complain, they may be banned.

Clark glanced at the notification and then looked at Bruce who was drunk on the sofa. He felt that Bruce must have done it on purpose.

Why else would it be such a coincidence? Bruce got drunk as soon as someone was about to arrive. He must have gotten the news in advance and did it on purpose.

But what's the point of doing this? Clark doesn't know. Anyway, Bruce is unconscious now, and he has to deal with all the troubles.

It only took Clark a second to decide not to disturb Alfred. He walked to the sofa, picked up Bruce by the waist, and flew out of Wayne Manor again.

Flying all the way back to Metropolis, Clark did not return to his home, but came to Luthor Manor.

When he put Bruce down, Lex Luthor stood behind him with a complicated expression. He seemed to hesitate for a long time before speaking: "Even if you think he's in the way, isn't it a bit bad to force him to drink like this?"

"What?" Clark turned to look at him.

"You got him drunk to prevent him from getting involved in the Metropolitan's affairs. Be careful that he gets sober and causes trouble for you."

Clark pursed his lips helplessly and said, "How could I get him drunk for such a small matter? He got drunk on his own."

Lex's eyebrows knitted together tightly. He said, "Does he have any special reason to get drunk at this time? Is there anyone among the players here that he doesn't want to see?"

"I don't know about that." Clark shook his head and said, "Do you have any information about who it is?"

Lex thought for a moment and said, "I think we should first study what the upcoming plot points are."

"We'll discuss this later. Let me take care of him first." Clark helped Bruce go to the bathroom again.

He soaked a towel in cold water and wiped Bruce's face. Perhaps the stimulation of the cold water made Bruce wake up a little.

Then he ran to the toilet and started vomiting.

After vomiting out all the wine, he finally felt better. He turned over and sat on the ground. Clark helped him up again and asked him to wash his face next to the sink.

Bruce was able to stand steadily, turned on the faucet and rubbed his face with cold water a few times, becoming more awake.

"You should go get some sleep, but before that, tell us what your plans are."

"I think watching a movie is pretty good." Bruce leaned over the sink, wrinkled his eyes uncomfortably and rubbed his stomach, "It would be even better with some popcorn and Coke."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Clark washed the towel and hung it up, then said, "What do you think about the fighting world?"

Bruce lowered his head. His hair had grown longer and hung on the sides of his cheeks, making it impossible to see his expression. Clark only saw his jaw move.

"I think it's great." Bruce said, "We can all try to duo with different teammates. This should help us get to know each other better and help us unite the forces on Earth."

Clark was keenly aware that something was wrong, and he said, "Didn't you see the announcement from the fighting world?"

"I saw the team disbanded... What?!" Bruce's eyes were out of focus, and he was obviously browsing the interface of the fighting world.

Bruce stood there in a daze for 10 seconds. When Clark even began to suspect that he was preparing countless plans like other Batmans, he said, "It's over! Why now?!"

"So you really don't know. Then why did you go to the bar to drink?"

Bruce turned over, leaned on the sink, looked at Clark and said, "You mean, our last game together can't be considered a bad ending, and your idea that maybe we should each change teammates is just a dream?"

Clark opened his mouth and said, "I didn't say that. I mean, is that why you went to the bar and got drunk?"

Bruce smiled at him and said, "Whether it's true or not, I will definitely say yes. Because in this case, if we fail to deal with the player's arrival this time, you will be half responsible."

"Bruce..." Clark shouted, "I admit that I was a little too harsh at the end of the game. I really shouldn't have said that. It's completely my fault. I apologize to you."

Bruce stared at him motionlessly, his expression looking like a lie detector that would be placed in the interrogation room. It's not that he was very professional, but it seemed that as long as he appeared in a certain place with a certain posture, he would be intimidating.

"I invited you to a couple's night because I thought it would be awkward if I apologized to you alone, so I wanted to use this method to ease our relationship. I really didn't expect you to go out for a drink."

"But you messaged me," Bruce said.

"Yes, you are an adult, I have no right to interfere with you going to the bar. I really thought you were just going there for fun, I didn't expect you to drink so much."

"You even gave me a video call."

"I can see you're drunk, but I think it's okay to get drunk once in a while. I didn't expect a player to come over at this time."

"Yes, you didn't expect it. You also didn't expect that I would have PTSD when the little girl died in front of me in the last game."

Clark froze, the plot of the previous game going over in his mind, he remembered one of the scenes where a little girl was shot while running towards Bruce.

"So that's why you were so off the track the entire game?"

Bruce wiped his face again and shook off the water droplets on his hands, but did not speak. Clark took a deep breath, walked over, pressed Bruce's shoulders and said, "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

Bruce leaned to the side, but it didn't look like he was trying to break free. Then he lowered the toilet lid, sat on it, looked up at Clark and said, "My head hurts like it's about to explode. How are you going to deal with those players?"

"Lex and I were discussing what the upcoming plot point is. Since they landed in Metropolis, this must be related to Metropolis. I suspect someone will invade Metropolis."

"What kind of people? Aliens?"

"It doesn't matter, you should go to bed." After saying that, Clark helped Bruce up from the toilet - to be precise, he picked him up, without considering his wishes at all, and then stuffed him into the bedroom.

"I made a terrible mistake," Clark told Lex as he closed the bedroom door.

"Whatever mistake you make has nothing to do with me," Lex said. "I just hope it didn't happen in my bathroom, or both of you get out of here."

"What are you thinking about? I mean the game Bruce and I played together before." Clark sighed and said, "I noticed that he was not in a good state. I thought he was annoyed, so I said maybe we can try changing teammates..."

"and then?"

"But it was actually a misunderstanding. A scene in the game triggered some bad memories for him, and I didn't realize it."

"So he went to the bar to drink? Did you think he was too fragile?"

Clark walked to the chair and sat down, then said, "Actually, I know he's not that fragile, but he just likes to go crazy like this, and this matter is obviously my responsibility, so I can't say anything."

Lex was silent for two seconds before he said, "Why is he so crazy? Just to get your attention?"

"Maybe he's expressing his dissatisfaction," Clark said. "You know, choose him or you, choose him or Diana..."

"Why didn't he ask you whether to choose him or Louise?" Lex was speechless.

Just as he said this, Bruce pushed the door open, holding a strange rectangular thin piece in his hand. To Clark, it looked a bit like a mobile phone from another world.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark asked.

"I have an idea." Bruce said without looking up.

"What inspiration?"

“Inspiration for making a mobile phone!”

Bruce ran out in a hurry, but he was not sober at all. He was just in the second stage of drunkenness. Clark and Lex had no choice but to follow him in a hurry.

"Hasn't Wayne Group been making mobile phones?" Clark said.

Bruce suddenly braked to a stop, and Clark almost couldn't stop. Lex even hit Clark directly. Fortunately, the speed was not fast, otherwise he would have died young.

"Yes, Wayne Group has been making mobile phones." Bruce turned around and spoke quickly, and then he suddenly roared, "But none of you fucking use Wayne Group's mobile phones!!!"

Then he turned and ran, and Clark quickly followed behind him. Fortunately, Bruce didn't remember that he could fly, so Clark rushed forward and grabbed him.

"What are you crazy about, Bruce?" Clark snatched the phone from his hand and said, "We don't use Wayne Group's phones because our current phones are still in good condition and there is no need to change them. Besides, those things are very expensive..."

"Nonsense! Because you still think I'm Batman, you think I might install a wiretap system in your cell phone, so even if I give it to you, you won't use it..."

"What the hell are you talking about? You never sent us off, did you?"

"But he gave it to you and you used it!" Bruce pointed at Lex and said, "Why didn't you suspect that he would plant a bug in the phone?!"

"He never sent us there, and we never suspected anything..."

Lex couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled Clark from behind and said, "He's drunk and is completely crazy now. Take him back to the house quickly..."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but as soon as he said this, Bruce started running again, running all the way from the corridor to the patio on the second floor.

At this moment, he finally remembered that he could fly. He soared into the air and flew directly out of the gate.

Clark hurriedly followed behind, Bruce accelerated like crazy, and Clark had no choice but to follow him, flying faster and faster.

Maybe it was the cold wind from high altitude that made Bruce sober up a little. He seemed a little confused about his current situation. He didn't understand how he got into the air and then fell straight down.

Clark quickly flew down, picked him up in mid-air, and placed him steadily on the ground.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Bruce's madness came back. He yelled at Clark, "You wanted us to watch a movie all night, but you didn't prepare popcorn and Coke. You knew I like to eat popcorn and drink Coke when watching a movie the most..."

Clark was now convinced that Lex was right, Bruce was just drunk, and he shouldn't reason with a drunk.

So he rushed forward, hugged Bruce from behind and threw him sideways. Bruce was dizzy, but he still staggered to his feet.

Clark was really out of options, so he stretched out a hand, tried to control the strength, and punched him on the back of the neck, and Bruce fainted immediately.

Before Clark could even breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the drunk finally calm down, he noticed four pairs of eyes staring at him at the end of the alley - all blue eyes.

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