[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"So, where is it now?"

Alfred asked the crucial question.

After hearing Alfred's question, Bruce no longer walked back and forth, but turned around and went back to the chair, bent down and held the mouse, and clicked a few times, the enlarged photo of the Rubik's Cube on the screen was reduced, and another The item data pops up.

"According to the confidential information sealed by S.H.I.E.L.D., the Rubik's Cube disappeared into the deep sea together with the national hero Captain America during the war," Bruce explained the above information in a low voice, and then pressed the right button to bring up the next one Information, "Howard Stark, the former executive of Stark Enterprises, accidentally salvaged Captain America when he salvaged it, and then sent it to SHIELD."

"So, it's now at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New York."

Alfred: "Don't tell me, sir, you're going on a day trip to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Bruce doesn't speak.

"Although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal network is almost the same as a sieve for you, allowing you to easily obtain these materials, but," Alfred shook his head with disapproval on his face, "but that doesn't mean you can Get the Rubik's Cube out of their hands, they are not those disorderly gangsters after all, I have reason to think that you were surrounded by their weapons before you got it."

"Ah Fu..."

"Young master's physical condition is very important to me, but so is you, master."

"You don't have to be so serious, Fu," Bruce raised his hand, interrupting him, "I didn't think about breaking in, I was just thinking about how to get them to take out the Rubik's Cube voluntarily, or, If they're going to work on it, at least I can get involved."

Alfred: "So, have you figured out a way?"

"Yeah." Bruce nodded.But what he didn't tell Alfred was that if these methods didn't work, he would still choose to force his way in in the end. Bruce buried these thoughts in the deepest part, and didn't show it on his face, his expression naturally turned out One of the data pictures, "Before Howard Stark passed away, he never gave up salvaging Captain America, but he never found it. I want to invest in a salvage team and go to the place where Captain America crashed to salvage his traces. If If I can find him and notify S.H.I.E.L.D., S.H.I.E.L.D. will owe me a favor."

"By that time, if I make a request, they should consider it instead of saying no."

******

Perhaps because Bruce Wayne disappeared for many years as the heir to Wayne Enterprises, after his reappearance, people generated a lot of interest in him, and the media naturally flocked to him.

When they found out that Bruce was always surrounded by those beauties, causing all kinds of lace scandals, they liked the heir even more, it was a walking news headline!

Because of this, when he said that he wanted to invest in a deep-sea salvage company, the media immediately published the news on their newspapers and news websites. Letting go of Bruce's slight news enthusiasm, he simply turned this page of the newspaper into a Bruce column.

So, when Brody came to the living room this morning and picked up the newspaper, he found the news marked in a prominent font——

'Bruce Wayne, the heir to the famous Wayne Group, announced that he would invest in a salvage company. Has the land not satisfied the interest of this playboy? '

Brody: "..."

He was choked by the headline, coughed a few times, and raised the newspaper in his hand to Alfred, "Ah Fu, how could Brucey think of investing in this kind of thing?"

Alfred glanced at it. Although he knew the reason, he said casually, "Maybe it's a little hobby."

Little hobby?

Brody put down the newspaper, looked at the headlines again, and felt that his brother deserved to be his brother, even a small hobby is quite different.When Bruce went downstairs with a sleepy face and had breakfast with him, Brody remembered this and brought it up again.

Bruce didn't answer his question immediately, but swallowed the food in his mouth before he said calmly: "I have a lot of interesting things in my collection room, do you want to take a look, Brody?"

Unsurprisingly, Brody became interested, and any news about the salvage was directly forgotten by him.

While eating breakfast, Bruce told Brody about some of the special collections in the collection room. The means of diverting Brody's attention can be said to be very familiar.Bruce knows he might not be able to fool his family, but that doesn't mean he can't fool his family with other topics, maybe it won't work too well for Alfred, but for his innocent brother, it's still pretty good of.

Bruce didn't feel guilty at all... well, maybe he had a guilty conscience for a while, but he quickly ignored it.He felt that he was doing the right thing. It is more important for Brody to cultivate his body and protect himself, rather than being consumed by those complicated things.

In addition to a large collection room in Wayne Manor, there are also personal collection rooms belonging to Bruce and Brody.However, compared to Bruce, Brody's personal collection room seemed a bit empty due to years of coma.

Originally, he would slowly put in the collections he was interested in in the future to fill his collection room.But after breakfast, Bruce did not forget what he said, and took Brody directly to his collection room, and patiently and meticulously told Brody the story of these collections. As a result, after the day passed, There are many more collections in Brody's collection room.

They were all moved from Bruce's collection room.

Of course, Bruce offered it on his own initiative. If Brody hadn't refused, Bruce would probably have emptied his collection room.

After all, no matter how much he likes, no matter how beloved his collection is, to Bruce, it is just a collection, and it will never be on the same weight as his relatives.

After Brody's life, there was another fun of going to the collection room. Although he had a lot to learn, and occasionally complained about his system, he never had any thoughts of escaping.For him, the feeling of being at home is really great. No matter how comfortable and luxurious the VIP wards of the hospital are, they still don't have the feeling of being at home.

It's worth mentioning that Brody often sees gossip about his brother in the newspapers, such as dating a young model, giving him a luxury car, etc., Brody didn't find it strange Category.Just as in Bruce's eyes, Brody has always been a well-behaved younger brother, in Brody's eyes, his older brother is also a charming adult male.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Bruce to be popular. Every time Brody reads these news, he feels very happy. With them, even breakfast seems to be more delicious. On the contrary, it is a pity that he did not Seen Bruce and those beautiful women.

It's quite interesting to think about it, Brody thought so, knowing that Bruce's appearance in front of him is almost completely different from the playboy image described in the newspapers.

Every time Bruce heard him say that, he gave him a resigned glance.

Alfred, who was smiling at the side, sees through everything. How could the master show such an appearance in front of you, young master? It was originally only used as a shield from the outside world. Of course, he should be more majestic in front of his younger brother.

Of course, given that a certain gentleman always does something else every night, he doesn't find his majesty disappearing in bed again and again.

Brody got up a little early that day. He first went downstairs to finish his breakfast, then studied for about two hours under the guidance of Alfred, and then strolled to his collection room to admire it for a while. The time has come to noon.

After Brody finished his lunch, he sat on the sofa, picked up the newspaper and looked at it as usual, and the headlines on it made him sit up straight subconsciously.

"Batman got the mob boss?"

Brody read the headline in a low voice, and then read the content of the news. After he finished reading, his eyes widened.

"Ah Fu, look quickly, a dark superhero actually appeared in Gotham City!" After Brody finished speaking, he looked up at Alfred who came out of the restaurant, and suddenly couldn't help it. laughed.

"Hey, do I still have the talent for prophecy?"

"Maybe." Alfred blinked at him, then gestured to the tray in his hand, and said softly, "But I can't talk to you now, young master, I need to wake up the master."

Brody looked at the wall clock in the living room, which showed that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, so he immediately stood up, "I'm going too!"

When they arrived at the door of Bruce's bedroom, Brody raised his hand and put his index finger between his lips and hissed Alfred in a low voice. According to Brody's intention, he quietly opened the door.

On the big bed, the bare|topless man buried his head in the pillow, sleeping soundly, and didn't care if his door was opened until Alfred walked to the window and opened the curtains with a snap.

The sunlight penetrated the glass window and fell on Bruce's face. He hummed in response, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, pulling up the quilt to cover his face.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, sir."

Bruce was unmoved, he even felt that the quilt couldn't block the sun, and in a daze he bent the pillow and covered his face with the quilt, not minding that it might be difficult to breathe.

A muffled voice came out with a deep sleepiness: "...I'm sleepy, Ah Fu."

"puff."

Bruce felt as if he heard a very light laughter, but he was half asleep and half awake and very confused for a while, he didn't react for a while, and even rubbed his pillow, resolutely not to expose his face to the sun.

The room fell silent for a moment, and about a few seconds later, the man who was lying on the bed suddenly sat up, the pillow in his hand slipped from his hand, and then rolled along the edge of the bed and fell to the ground, stopping at someone feet.

Bruce's face was still obviously drowsy, but when he saw the person standing in front of his bed and made sure that he was right, his drowsiness disappeared, and he said in a daze, "Why are you here? "

The smile on Brody's face couldn't be concealed at all, and he said briskly, "Because Ah Fu told me that a certain person hasn't woken up since he fell asleep."

After Alfred met Bruce's vaguely accusing eyes, he said solemnly: "What I said is the truth, sir, you have indeed slept until now."

Bruce: "..."

He raised his hands and rubbed his face, sighed, and finally faced the fact that he was lying on the bed witnessed by his younger brother, "I'm getting up now..." Before he finished speaking, the bed beside him sank slightly, and Brody sat on him around.

"Did you hang out with those movie stars again last night, brother?" Brody smiled, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Bruce glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take the vegetable juice handed over by Alfred and drank it down. After putting the glass aside, he lazily replied, "You're right, Brody."

It was probably a broken jar, and Bruce, who was still a little concerned about his image, gave up completely, and chatted with Brody for the first time on this topic.

Anyway... It's better to teach my younger brother to know more about these tricks, so as not to be easily deceived in the future, Bruce comforted himself in his heart.

The two brothers chatted for a few more words. Brody moved his hand on the bedside, and then realized that he forgot to put down the newspaper in the living room, so he brought it with him. After thinking about it, he decided to put it down. Spread it out and put it in front of Bruce.

"Look at the title," Brody enthusiastically shared the news he found today, "A hero actually appeared in Gotham City, and he was called Batman, which is really interesting, I didn't expect that There will be a dark hero!"

Bruce took the newspaper with a strange expression on his face.

On the one hand, he was happy with what he had done, but on the other hand, he felt delicate about the 'darkness' that his brother kept emphasizing. After a quick read of the news in the newspaper, he put it next to the glass.

"It's really interesting," Bruce said, getting off the bed, stretched his waist, and said casually, "At least his appearance can have a deterrent effect on those who have evil intentions."

Brody fell back on his brother's bed, blinked as he watched Bruce walk around the bed and toward the bathroom.

"I didn't even think about this level," he muttered, "Ah Fu, Brussie thinks deeper than me, and I still need to learn a lot."

"You are also very smart, master, so you don't have to doubt yourself because of this." Alfred paused, he bent down to pick up the pillow on the floor, wiped off almost no dust on it, and put the pillow on the chair beside him Finally, he looked up at Brody and continued, "Master, he is your elder brother. If he knows less than you, then I will suspect that something is wrong with my education."

Brody rolled twice on the bed, and smiled: "I love you, Fu."

Bruce just heard this sentence when he came out of the bathroom, raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "It sounds like I missed something."

Brody rolled over, put his hands on his chin, looked at his brother, and blinked: "It doesn't matter if you miss it, I love you too, brother!"

The corners of Bruce's lips curled up slightly, and he walked to the bed, bent over and rubbed Brody's head, and when he was about to retract his hand, Brody grabbed his hand, and poked his brother's strong arm with the other hand , a dark red bruise appeared there, "What's going on here?"

Brody stared at Bruce, his eyes widened, and he tried to look very serious. He didn't notice that his hair was messed up when he just rolled around. It didn't look intimidating, but he wanted to rub it.

Bruce moved his fingers and said in a low voice: "I played extreme sports with others before, so I left some traces."

Brody didn't believe it or not, the hand that was holding Bruce's forearm slipped down to the wrist, his fingertips rested on it, and he roughly felt it.Because in the learning space, he only learned a relatively superficial part of medical skills, Brody felt Bruce's pulse was stronger, and probably knew that this meant that Bruce's physical condition was indeed not bad.

So Brody believed Bruce's words.

"Okay, but in order not to worry me and Alfred, Bruce, you must pay attention to your own safety." He did not say that Bruce can no longer play this kind of activity, after all, his brother is an adult, there must be sense of proportion.

But Brody also took this matter to heart. He felt that he had to work harder. He could only do something if he finished the previous theoretical knowledge sooner and got the practice earlier.

******

About a week later, the salvage team invested by Bruce set off. With the information provided by Bruce, they came to the icy Arctic Ocean and walked forward against the cold wind.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which looked gloomy, but it was unbelievable that there was a figure above the clouds.

The figure was very tall, wearing a dark blue tights, and the red cloak hanging on his shoulders fluttered. If you look upwards, you will see a handsome and flawless face.

Even though he was in a high-altitude cold area, he didn't seem to be affected at all. The team on the snow was winding forward, and he also drifted forward slowly. He didn't stop until they reached their destination and stopped. High in the sky in this area, looking down through the clouds.

So, is this the area?

Remembering this position, the person turned his body slightly, then exerted a sudden force, and disappeared here in an instant.

In Metropolis, the restroom of the Planet Daily newspaper office, a small reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses walked out, returned to his office, entered keywords in the browser search box, and after pressing Enter, thousands of pages appeared on the page. Relevant information.

"Why are you interested in Captain America?" Louise, who was passing by with a coffee cup, happened to see the content on it, couldn't help but stop, and asked with interest.

"I want to do a column for him," Clark said.

"I think the editor-in-chief probably won't agree," Louise shook her head, "This national hero is indeed great enough, but Perry probably prefers to see you interview that young master, after all, he is all of us now." His immediate boss, and you are the closest person to him."

During this period of time, the Wayne family, a well-known rich man in Gotham City, gradually spread news. It seemed that they were no longer prepared to hide Brody's existence behind others, and planned to officially announce the identity of the young master of the Wayne family one day. Brody's news was no longer concealed, and that's why Louise knew about it.

Clark was noncommittal, he slid the mouse, continued to look down, and said Louise's words in his mouth: "Even if I can't do a column, I still want to know more about him."

Clark is not a person who likes to use his ability to spy on others, so he has been paying attention since he was able to control his own ability, but he just heard what Bruce said to Alfred that day, and Clark will therefore Take it down.

Brody was a nice guy, so Clark didn't want anything to happen to him, which was why he followed the group over during his lunch break, thinking maybe he could be of help.

On the other side, Bruce also received a message from the salvage team, and after replying a few words, he put down his phone.

Now, just wait for the news.

Bruce casually took the notebook on the side and sketched on it. A plan gradually appeared on the blank page. If anyone from S.H.I.E.L.D. was here, they would probably find it so familiar.

Because this is the floor plan of their headquarters.

Of course, the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. are not here, so they don't know that they have been planned to break into their headquarters if the salvage plan doesn't work.

But Bruce didn't do it for long, he put down the notebook in his hand because he heard the sound of the piano on the first floor, then got up and left the study, and came to the door of the piano room on the first floor.

As expected, Brody was sitting there. He was frowning and looking at the music score in his hand, while the other hand pressed the keys a few times from time to time. He was probably practicing a new piece. When he looked up, he accidentally saw His brother's eyes lit up immediately.

Compared with his half-baked skills, which have become unfamiliar due to time, Bruce is much better, and Bruce was indeed teaching his piano during this time.It's not hard to find a good piano teacher for the Wayne family, but Brody doesn't plan to be an advanced pianist, so his brother's teaching is enough.

"Minuet in G major, is it?"

Before Bruce saw the score, he could tell which song it was based on Brody's intermittent notes. Brody nodded quickly and moved his butt to make room for his brother.

Bruce sat down and put his fingers on the keys. It didn't look like Brody needed the score to compare with. Those slender, strong hands with well-defined bones were dancing on the black and white keys naturally and smoothly. The beautiful music The sound leaked from his fingertips and echoed in the piano room.

When the last note danced in the air and then gradually dissipated, Brody immediately raised his hands and clapped.

Bruce chuckled, then put down his hand, and looked sideways at Brody: "It's your turn."

Brody placed his ten fingers on the keys, and played while looking at the score, but the music was not as natural as Bruce played before, and even a little ugly.However, Brody was not shocked at all, and Bruce would not make fun of him, but patiently taught him the skills and techniques that should be paid attention to in a low voice.

The music that seemed a bit harsh at the beginning gradually became smoother, and in the loop over and over again, it changed from barely audible to very pleasant.

Finally, on a whim, Brody stretched out his hand between playing, grabbed Bruce's hand, put it on the keys, and turned his head to show a bright smile to his brother. Bruce also raised his lips slightly, and played along with him. .

******

The cold wind was blowing, but Bruce didn't feel the cold at all. He carried the safe and strode forward until he stepped into the gate of Wayne's old house, and his tense body finally relaxed a little.

When he came to the study room, he couldn't wait to open the safe, and the bright blue light came out from the safe, reflected in Bruce's eyes, but it was exactly the Rubik's Cube he had been hoping to get.

"Ah Fu!" Bruce shouted, but unexpectedly, he didn't get a response from the old housekeeper. He frowned suspiciously, closed and locked the safe, and left the study.

After searching for a while, Bruce accidentally discovered that Alfred was standing at the gate at some point, looking out.

Bruce walked to him, followed the old butler's gaze, and found that it was the cemetery of the Wayne family, "What are you looking at there for?"

"master."

"Ok?"

Alfred said softly: "You got the Rubik's Cube, right?"

"Yeah." Bruce asked again, "Where did you just go?"

Alfred didn't answer his question, he turned his head to look at Bruce, even the glasses couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes, "It's too late."

"……what?"

"It's too late, master," Alfred said in a low voice. "The day before you came back, the young master left. He has already slept in the place of his ancestors."

Bruce's pupils grew slightly, "Are you kidding me, Fu!"

Alfred just looked at him without speaking, but the sadness in his eyes was so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe. Bruce's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, but he couldn't help shaking slightly. The next second, he Run straight to the cemetery!

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, and it was even bitingly cold. The entrance of the cemetery was pitch black, like a giant beast that wanted to devour people. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was despair, maybe there was something else, Bruce gradually slowed down. Come down, and even dare not go in for a moment.

He stared blankly at the entrance of the cemetery, expressionless.

After a long time, he finally walked in.

Row after row of coffins passed in his sight, filled with the epitaphs of his ancestors, until a familiar name appeared——

Brody Wayne.

Bruce stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly at the name. He didn't even realize that he stretched out his hand and tremblingly landed on the black lettering. At that moment, countless images flashed through his mind——

The last moment where Brody fell lifelessly to the ground.

……

The person sleeping on the bed suddenly sat up, and there was a sound of panting in the dark and quiet room. Suddenly, he got out of bed directly, even forgot to put on his sleepwear, opened the door hastily, and ran out of the bedroom. .

There was a soft light in the corridor, and Bruce, who ran out of the bedroom, went downstairs barefoot, and was about to walk towards the door, until his hand touched the doorknob, and when he was about to turn it on, the living room light snapped on up.

"master?"

Alfred's questioning voice sounded behind him, and Bruce turned his head suddenly. The ugly expression on his face directly made the old butler look serious.

"What happened, sir?"

"I--"

"What's wrong?" Brody's voice came from the stairs, Bruce's pupils suddenly constricted, and he looked over quickly.

Brody, who was wearing pajamas and cotton slippers, appeared in his line of sight. It seemed that he was awakened by the movement. His face was still sleepy, and he was rubbing his eyes with his hands, and he was about to yawn. As a result, he yawned halfway, and was hugged violently the next second.

Brody subconsciously leaned back, but was pulled back very quickly by the other party and hugged him tightly.

Brody: ? ?

Brody blinked and buried his face in his brother's chest. Through the pajamas, he seemed to hear the rapid beating heartbeat, "...Brother?"

Bruce lowered his head, resting his chin on Brody's shoulder, and closed his eyes.

...is a dream.

When he realized this conclusion, the faint pain in his brain dissipated.Bruce tightened himself around Brody's hand, and buried his face in Brody's neck, feeling the clear, vigorous and regular pulse, the feeling of being surrounded by nightmares was finally no longer tight wrapped him up.

—Fortunately, it was a dream.

Brody didn't understand what happened to his brother, but he decided to follow his thoughts and reached out, hugged Bruce instead, and patted Bruce on the back to comfort his brother.

No matter what happened, he was here, and Alfred was here.

Brody didn't know how long they maintained this position. After Bruce let go of his hand slowly, Brody realized that his leg was numb. At this moment, Bruce, who was particularly sensitive, heard Brody's unintentional low twitch. Without thinking, he hugged Brody.

Brody, who was going to do some exercise at first, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down until he was put down by his brother, before he realized that he was hugged by the princess again.He widened his eyes, and then thought of what was wrong with Bruce late at night, and decided not to say anything.

Just being hugged by his brother, Brody thought, such a small thing is nothing in Bruce's current situation.

Alfred came over with a tray and put warm milk in front of them, and Bruce drank it in one gulp.

The other two people present were pretty sure that something was wrong with Bruce, otherwise he wouldn't have simply drank the milk he didn't like so much.

Bruce put the cup back on the coffee table, and after a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice, "Sorry, I just had a nightmare and disturbed you."

Both Brody and Alfred could see that Bruce didn't really want to talk about what this nightmare he was having, and they didn't pursue it, but skipped the topic intimately and talked about lighter things.It probably worked, and then Bruce's face relaxed a bit, and then he took the initiative to go back to his room and continue to sleep.

After they went upstairs, Bruce insisted that Brody go into the bedroom first, and he followed Alfred to leave Brody's room until he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

"Afu."

After returning to the door of his bedroom and pushing the door open, Bruce called out to the old butler in a low voice, "Tomorrow..." He paused before continuing:

"...Call me a psychiatrist."

Alfred nodded slightly: "Okay."

The next day, Brody was still a little absent-minded while listening to Alfred explaining the problem. In the end, he didn't even notice when Alfred stopped talking. After returning to his thoughts, he realized that Ah Fu had poured him a glass of milk.

"Will others smell milk from me in the future?"

Brody suddenly thought of this while drinking milk, so he put down the glass and said it to Alfred with a serious face.

Alfred said calmly, "Even if it smells like milk, it doesn't affect your handsomeness at all, young master."

Brody thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and then picked up the milk and drank it again.After he finished drinking, a hesitant expression appeared on his face, "Ah Fu, is Bruce all right?"

"I cannot assure you, sir."

Alfred said: "However, as the master's family, when he encounters difficulties and asks us for help, I think we will reach out and grab him without hesitation to help him get out of trouble. What do you think?"

"...You're right." Brody nodded. Although he was still worried, just like what Alfred said, when Bruce needed help, they would reach out without hesitation. When Bruce wanted to be quiet, they were there for him.

So he stopped distracted and listened carefully to Alfred's lecture.

Outside Wayne Manor, a car stopped. A man in a three-piece suit and with pomaded hair got out of the car, but he was not in a hurry to enter the old house, but stood where he was, He raised his head and squinted slightly, staring at it.

After maintaining this posture for about half a minute, he looked back and stepped forward. When he came to the door, he saw Bruce Wayne standing at the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne."

Hannibal held out his hand, with a standard gentlemanly smile on his face.

Bruce reached out to shake hands with him, then withdrew, "Let's go to the lounge, follow me."

Hannibal frowned slightly, and followed behind Bruce. On the way to the lounge, he looked around naturally, taking in the interior of the manor until they reached their destination.

The two of them sat on the chairs, facing each other. Hannibal first followed the usual practice and asked a few questions in a gentle voice. Bruce also cooperated very well. Although the language of the answers was relatively concise, they did answer them all.

Hannibal frowned secretly.

From the short time he met the Wayne brothers, Hannibal's touch as a psychologist made him keenly aware that both brothers had psychological trauma.Now when he finally sat in front of Bruce and communicated with him, he was even more sure of this. This person is stubborn, self-centered, and even hides violent tendencies.

For Hannibal, this is often his favorite hunting object, but this is not absolute.

Bruce may be stubborn, but he also has great tenacity. He may be selfish, but he has enough strength. He does have violent tendencies, but he has amazing self-control.

Also, he's a smart guy.

Some people's cleverness is petty cleverness, and they are even easy to be "misunderstood by cleverness", but Bruce belongs to the kind of people who are really smart.

So Hannibal couldn't secretly add anything to his words, because Bruce is destined not to be swayed by his words. He has his own set of views, just like Hannibal, but the two views are different. Just the same.

Therefore, during the whole process of psychological relief, Hannibal was very quiet, and Bruce naturally didn't notice anything.As far as he was concerned, all he knew was that Hannibal's professionalism was affirmed by him, so it was no wonder he was recommended.

"You are an excellent psychologist, Dr. Lecter."

After the psychological consultation, the two left the lounge, Bruce sent Hannibal to the door, and said this during the parting conversation.

Hannibal smiled slightly at this: "I'm glad to be recognized by you, Mr. Wayne."

The two exchanged a few more words, until the driver drove the car over, stopped at the door, got out of the car and opened the rear door, Bruce stopped the exchange, and Hannibal followed suit with a very winking look. Yiyi opened his mouth and bid farewell.

Bruce nodded. In view of etiquette, he did not turn around and leave, but watched Hannibal step down the steps and walked to the front of the vehicle. When Hannibal bent over the vehicle, Bruce heard footsteps behind him, looked back, but It was Brody who went downstairs at some point.

Under Bruce's gaze, Brody walked to the door. He stood beside Bruce, glanced at the man who got into the car, and said by the way, "Who is he?"

"Psychiatrist," Bruce said.

Brody was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked back at Hannibal, raised his head slightly and looked at Bruce, "Psychiatrist? Did you call Bruce?"

"Ah."

Brody frowned, but soon relaxed, and raised his hand to pat Bruce on the shoulder, "He seems to be quite an expert, maybe I can talk to him too."

Bruce's expression was too calm,