[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

The psychiatrist placed the blood-stained organs on the tray, and gently put the scalpel aside.

There is a crisp sound when the blade touches the tray.

Hannibal slowly took off the gloves on his hands, looking at Batman with interest in his brown eyes.

"You know," he said, his tone unhurried, as if they were chatting normally at the moment, "Actually, most of the time, I don't know much about Gotham, this city is a bit special..."

"But sometimes I still come to the city."

"Because it can indeed produce enough delicious ingredients."

When the doctor said this, he glanced at the woman who had lost her life, but soon, his eyes fell back on Batman. He didn't continue talking, but took out a gun and pointed it at Batman.

Batman's body moved as soon as the doctor raised his gun.

Gunshots continued.

But it couldn't stop the approaching black figure at all. Those bullets were either dodged by Batman or bounced off his uniform.

Bang!

The final gunshot sounded, and at the same time Batman's fist had already landed on his face, with full force and without hesitation.

No doubt, it was a punch.

The doctor's entire back hit the wall with a muffled sound, and the cheek on the hit side immediately became red and swollen, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. When he just raised his head, Batman stepped forward again.

The past criminals who have been sent to prison by Batman are enough to prove that fighting Batman-especially close combat-is not a good choice.

Although Hannibal has also learned self-defense skills and is in good shape, he is not the kind of weak office white-collar worker, but he still can't last too long in Batman's hands.

Soon, he became embarrassed, from being able to fight Batman at the beginning, he became beaten by Batman.

Until finally he was subdued and unable to move.

Batman looked down at the psychiatrist who was restrained by him, and said in a low and rough voice: "Gotham is not a city to find food for you, and other cities are the same."

"You will be judged for your actions."

Just as Batman was about to call the police, he heard voices.

He lowered his eyelids, looking at the criminal he had subdued.

The criminal was smiling at him.

"There's one more thing I didn't tell you, Batman."

After Batman finished notifying the police, his eyes became sharper, and he stared at Hannibal with an imposing manner.

"What do you want to say?"

Hannibal's body was in pain, especially his face. He felt that his face was a little numb. As a psychiatrist, he felt that Batman was deliberately hitting his face.

but it does not matter.

He licked the corner of his lips, and the tip of his tongue conveyed the rust-like taste, and he still pulled his lips to show a smile under such circumstances.

"I will appear here. In addition to this reason, there is another reason. Someone provided me with news."

Batman narrowed his eyes, he tightened his grip, and Hannibal could feel the growing pain in his restrained limbs.

Batman is good at a lot.

For example, how to better use pain to let criminals know what to say.

Hannibal couldn't keep the smile on his face.

Just when Batman was about to press on, he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness, and everything he saw in his sight began to shake, and double images appeared.

This situation did not lessen in the following, and even became more and more serious, and his vision began to blur.

At some point, Batman got hit.

The psychiatrist's face in sight became blurred, and his strength also began to be affected, gradually leaking from his body, and the hand that restrained Hannibal was no longer as steady as before, but became weak .

Everything in front of me began to hallucinate.

……

The blood flowed out from the person's body, spread under the body, and gradually turned into a dark red mark, it was like a hole from the abyss, when people watched, they were pulled in and began to fall.

【Mom...】

It seemed that he could vaguely hear a faint calling, but when he looked over, he could only see a pale face, which meant that he had lost his breath of life.

【dad...】

The people who can be seen are falling, very quickly, but also very slowly, so slow that it seems that people want to imprint this process in their minds, and they will never forget it.

Many images appeared in front of his eyes, intertwined together, and all kinds of chaotic voices sounded in his ears, they were like countless nightmares wrapping him, trying to pull him into madness together.

The person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He raised his hand to hold his head, looked around, and everything around him told him that he had returned to Wayne Manor, to the bedroom belonging to Bruce Wayne.

The body that had been tense since waking up immediately relaxed.

He lowered his head and saw that his original heavy uniform had been taken off, and he had changed into loose pajamas. Through the neckline, he could see white bandages, including his arms being tied with them.

Those injured areas were treated very well, the pain was greatly relieved, and there was a faint cool feeling at the wound.

Bruce lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking. About two or three minutes later, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the door.

The closed door was pushed open from the outside, and the old butler walked in with a tray in his hand. When he saw Bruce who had woken up, he smiled.

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

When Bruce spoke, his voice was still a little hoarse, "Last night——"

"You surprised us last night," Alfred said. He put the tray next to the bed, walked to the window as he spoke, and raised his hand to open the curtains. "You just appeared in our sight In the middle, it fell straight down."

Sunlight poured in through the glass, onto Bruce's hospital bed, and into his blue eyes.

"Fortunately, I have some strength, and I can carry you to the sofa, master, and the young master's medical skills can heal your wounds."

The old butler paused and looked at Bruce:

"Can you tell me what happened to you last night?"

Bruce lifted the quilt from his waist and sat on the edge of the bed, "I met Hannibal Lecter."

"It seems that he should have done something," Alfred observed his master's expression, "and surprised you, master."

Bruce nodded. He asked Alfred to investigate this person before, but before last night, he could only say that he had found some clues, but to really understand what Hannibal did along the way, it still takes a certain amount of time. time.

When Bruce saw Hannibal appearing in the villa, what he thought was that this person might be involved in a gang transaction.

But the final answer surprised him.

"When I saw him, he killed my target," Bruce said in a deep voice, "and told me that he likes to taste the same kind."

Alfred frowned, and the smile on his face faded away.

"A psychiatrist with a penchant for cannibalism," he said.

Of course, the old butler's expression didn't mean that he was scared. You must know that he had experienced many things. He only showed this expression because he remembered that the young master had come into contact with this psychiatrist, and even went to see him alone.

Alfred said in a natural tone: "I think you must have beaten him hard."

Bruce: "Yeah. But then I got ambushed."

Now that I think about it carefully, Bruce probably guessed this routine. It should be that when he entered the passage, when the wall door closed, the air began to gradually overflow a kind of gas that can make people hallucinate and even physically weak. .

It's just that the speed of this overflow is very slow, so slow that Bruce didn't even notice it.

It didn't even really have an effect until he beat Hannibal to the ground and was about to leave.

Very cautious, but it also worked because of this caution.

Hannibal would say those words at that time, and part of the reason should be to hold Batman back and buy time for the drug to take effect.

After that, there was a difficult battle. When Bruce rushed out of the encirclement, his sanity was almost blurred, and he moved forward with perseverance. The original communicator was also lost in the fight. He even thought he would fall in a certain place. A corner no one knows about.

"Illusion?"

Bruce clenched the fork, looked directly at the old butler, and said slowly, "I saw the scene when my family left me."

Alfred was silent.

"In addition to this, Hannibal also said something, which made me very concerned," Bruce changed the subject, frowning, "He said that someone gave him a piece of news."

Alfred: "What news?"

Bruce said in a low voice: "He didn't say it, but I suspect it might have something to do with me."

Alfred: "Maybe he just wants to delay time."

Bruce shook his head, "Although I don't have evidence yet, I don't think he's just trying to stall for time."

Hannibal's expression, his eyes, revealed that the news was related to Bruce.

That interested gaze...

"I can't figure it out just by thinking about it," Alfred said. "I will check the people Hannibal Lecter has been in contact with recently, and your goal this time, sir. As for now, first put Eat this lunch."

"Besides, there is one more thing to tell you, sir."

Bruce swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "What is it?"

"Last night, Superman showed up at the manor."

Bruce's brow furrowed at a visible rate, clearly resenting Superman's unauthorized presence near his house.

Alfred cleared his throat and explained: "Actually, he is not a stranger to us, and he has saved the young master a few times—"

Bruce: "..."

Of course Bruce knows, but that doesn't mean he likes Superman being in Gotham, or even near his house, it's a completely different thing to him.

"So, what did he do?"

"Nothing," Alfred shrugged, "he just chatted with the young master for a while, and then flew away."