[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Although this incident was an unexpected accident, Brody made a sincere review of it.

He stood upright, sat obediently, put his hands together, looked seriously at Bruce and Alfred sitting opposite him, and said solemnly that he would take the initiative to stay away from dangerous areas in the future, not to cause trouble, and strive to be safe Get through each day fully without worrying your family.

After speaking, Brody blinked and looked at them.

The old butler clenched his fists and coughed lowly, gave his young master a look of 'can't help', then said nothing, but rolled down the window and looked out of the car, as if there was something very attractive to him outside.

Brody blinked, as if he understood something, he lifted his butt and moved closer to his brother.

"Mybrother, step aside, I can't sit down anymore."

"You can sit where you are." Bruce whispered, but even though he said so, his body moved slightly.Bruce's movements were not obvious, but Brody found that he had room to sit down, which made him smile generously, sat down happily, and then put his arms around his brother's chest. Shoulder.

"Brothers should sit together to show close and friendly affection!"

Bruce glanced at him lightly, but said nothing.

Brody was not discouraged, and always kept in mind the three tips of holding on to his brother, keeping a smile on his face, and speaking briskly. He kept saying good things, but until they returned to Gotham Wayne Manor, Brody couldn't help it. I didn't see anything on his brother's face.

So when they got out of the car, Brody also eagerly followed behind his brother. In view of his long legs, at a normal speed, even a woman needs to keep up quickly. Although Brody is not too short, But physical reasons made him habitually slow down.

So Brody originally thought that if he didn't follow a few steps, he would get farther and farther away from Bruce.

However, after following for quite a while, almost reaching the gate, Brody found that he was actually still closely following Bruce, and he could even grab his brother as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Brody blinked, then blinked again, then turned his head to look at Alfred who was following them.

The old butler smiled at him.

Brody tilted his head and understood something again, so he immediately turned his head, jumped forward, hung on his brother's back, leaned into his brother's ear and said in a pitiful low voice:

"Hey Bruce, end the cold war."

There was a sudden weight of a person on his back, but Bruce's footsteps showed no signs of staggering. For him, Brody's weight did not exceed the weight he carried in previous training, and he could even carry cloth on his back. It didn't take much effort for Lody to run around the manor.

When Brody's voice begging for peace rang in his ears, Bruce's mind flashed a picture of his childhood.

The same was true for Brody when he was a child. Once he did something guilty—such as quietly opening the window and blowing the wind for a while, when he was caught by Bruce on the spot, he would pull his sleeves and puff his cheeks pitifully. Said 'Brucey, we are the best brothers, so you will keep it a secret, right', often in the end Bruce would always educate Brody sternly, but he didn't tell his parents and Ah Fu, but quietly at night Run into Brody's room and touch his forehead to make sure there's no sign of fever.

Bruce walked forward, but his hands went around his back to support Brody, and then he whispered: "I'm not angry, I..."

How could he be angry.

The accident that happened today wasn't Brody's fault in the first place. Who would have known that he just bumped into a group of people robbing the bank, and was just held hostage——

Bruce paused, and he felt Brody bury his face into his neck and tighten the hands around his shoulders, which made him sigh, softened his tone, and repeated:

"I'm not mad, Brody, there's no such thing as a cold war between us."

"……Um."

Brody buried his face in his brother's shoulder, his face was almost wrinkled, and swallowed the blood in his mouth quietly, thinking that he was so stupid that he could just dig a hole and bury him.

He forgot that his body was too weak to withstand such a move.

Bruce seemed to forget that he could put Brody down, and just carried Brody into the living room, until Brody on his back raised his head, sniffed, and smelled something.

"Can you smell it, Bruce, there's a burnt smell—"

Bruce froze.

"It seems to come from the kitchen." Brody said again, completely unaware that the body of the person carrying him was getting stiffer, and then finally remembered that he was still on Bruce's back, and patted his brother's Shoulders, wanting to come down, "I'm a little curious, Bruce, what's going on in the kitchen?"

"I think I figured it out," Alfred walked over at this moment and explained, "Before I knew what happened to you, Master, I was experimenting with new desserts in the kitchen, so—" He shrugged, He didn't continue talking, because the curiosity on Brody's face was gone.

However, before they were relieved for a few seconds, Brody rolled up his sleeves again and said very positively: "I'll help you tidy up the kitchen, Fu!"

Bruce: "..."

Alfred: "..." He coughed lightly and rejected Brody with a smile, "No need, master, I can handle it myself. You need to rest."

"Is it really not necessary?"

"What you need now is rest." Afu emphasized, he looked at Bruce, "What do you think, sir?"

Bruce silently nodded in agreement.

Brody looked at Alfred, then at Bruce, and finally felt in a daze——

Well, maybe he really needs a break.

"When the doctor comes, I will wake you up and have a good rest, young master."

"Well," Brody nodded, he didn't close the door immediately, but tilted his head to look at Bruce and the old housekeeper who sent him to the door of the bedroom, pursed his lips and smiled, "Actually, I feel fine, I didn't suffer any injuries , so you don’t have to worry too much.”

Bruce and the old butler insisted on personally watching Brody rest obediently, regardless of whether he was injured or not. rest assured.

So, when Brody was lying on his bed, he turned his head and saw the two family members standing at the door watching intently. He subconsciously smiled, but he sighed inwardly.

He just hopes that he will have better luck in the future and not be involved in any accidents again, otherwise, with his deceitful talent and skills, he may make Bruce and Ah Fu worry again.

Perhaps it was because of the emphasis on resting, after Brody relaxed his mind, he soon became drowsy and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Until then, Alfred quietly closed the bedroom door, turned around and went downstairs with Bruce.

The two stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the mess inside. The cake embryos taken out of the oven were not soft and delicious light golden yellow because of the time, but so dark that one wondered whether they belonged to human beings. Edible look.

"There are still two days... oh no, there is still one and a half days, sir." Alfred said.

Bruce didn't speak, his charming deep blue eyes stared blankly at everything in the kitchen.

"You probably need to try a little harder."

Bruce opened his mouth, and finally spit out a few words dryly:

"……I know."

Not long after the kitchen was cleaned up, the doctor came.

In addition to the family doctor who checked the physical condition, there was also a psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter who had appeared in Wayne Manor before, and all he needed to do was give Brody a psychological consultation.

After all, Brody had experienced a bank robbery before, and was threatened with a gun as a hostage, and he even had a brush with death. Under such circumstances, hidden psychological problems are prone to appear, so the appearance of Hannibal Not so surprising.

Brody cooperated with the examination made by the family doctor. After the examination, only he and Hannibal were left in the room for the convenience of their subsequent psychological consultation.

"Actually, you don't have to be so formal. You can relax a little, Mr. Wayne."

Hannibal didn't get to the point as soon as he opened his mouth. Instead, he laughed lowly, and then said something like this, smiling and looking at Brody who was sitting on the chair.

Brody, who had not consciously straightened his back, also felt that he seemed a little too nervous in this smile. He relaxed a little, and a smile appeared on his face, "Probably because I had the first time with a psychiatrist. This kind of talk."

"It's really nothing special." Hannibal also sat down. He crossed his fingers and leaned forward, but maintained a just right distance, not so far that there was a gap between the two, and not so close that he invaded Blow. Di's psychological distance, his tone is very relaxed, "I know you, Mr. Wayne, you are a very good person in your brother's mouth."

Speaking of Bruce, Brody was obviously more relaxed, "Is it the time you showed up before, you and Brucey talked about me?"

"Of course." Hannibal smiled, his expression was so natural that people believed what he said at first glance.

—despite the fact that Bruce didn't talk about Brody at all that time.

The man named Bruce Wayne, despite accepting Hannibal's psychological counseling, did not reveal a trace of his deepest thoughts.Bruce Wayne is indeed not a psychiatrist, but his will is enough for him to build a high inner wall, like a beast, to protect what he cherishes tightly.

Among them, of course, all the information about Brody was also included.

Hannibal just lied on purpose because he knew it would make Brody less resistant to him.

Just like it is now.