Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Tom blasted Bruce a big thunder, then showed a signature Alfred smile, and turned back slowly.

With his back turned to the master, Ah Fu sighed leisurely.

To be honest, Tom’s vest has been useless for more than four years. Although he often sent emails to each other during these four years, it was nothing more than using some hacking techniques, setting up several layers of masks, and getting an ip in Memphis. It can be easily done without turning into Tom.

As a matter of course, he has basically forgotten the habits, hobbies, and micro-expressions of four years ago, so inadvertently, he will show a look or two that does not belong to Tom, but looks more like Ah Fu.

But it's not a big problem, everything can be pushed to time Dafa.

After all, after four years, it's impossible for someone to stay the same, right?

……

Soon, the door of the clown ward was opened.

The entire third basement floor is very large, but the clown's ward is very narrow. There is only one bed, one toilet, and one sink in it. There are no tables and chairs, no books, and no windows.

When the door was opened, the clown was sitting cross-legged on the bed. He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown and a pair of heavy handcuffs. He leaned half on the wall, playing poker carelessly.When he heard the door opening, he just casually raised his eyelids, looked at the familiar or unfamiliar faces of the guards, and yawned boredly.

The head of the guard, Cash, was on the verge of a big enemy: "Why does the clown have poker? Who gave him the poker?"

The clown chuckled: "Maybe it's someone with good intentions?"

He turned the back of the poker up and made a figure of a bat, then flipped over the poker that made up the bat's head, and threw it into the poker pile on the bed. It was a ghost card!

He looked at the joker in his hand, as if he had discovered something interesting, he laughed and lay down on his back, his limbs trembling.

With the clatter of the handcuffs, everyone fell into a terrible silence.

But just like the sudden laughter, the clown stopped suddenly again, hugged his ankles and sat up straight, returning to the previous topic of "who gave the poker".

"Or an admirer of the clown?" He looked at Bowers casually, and said coldly, "You know, I have always had a lot of admirers."

Facing the clown's vicious gaze, Bowers froze all over, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

But Kesh beside him didn't notice this, he just frowned vigilantly, and said to the guard behind him: "Be careful, take him out."

A team of guards with live ammunition blocked the entrance, and the captain of the guard Keshi stepped inside first to control the clown's movements.The district chief Bowers, who was supposed to act together, stood at the door trembling, as if petrified, motionless.

Cash took away the clown's poker, then put a straitjacket on his gloves, and tied them tightly in front of his body, then escorted him out of the ward.

He looked at his colleague who was behaving strangely, and asked with concern, "Are you uncomfortable, Bowers?"

Bowers' teeth were trembling, and he concealed: "Yes, it's a little cold."

The clown was amused again.

Passing by a group of guards with guns, the clown saw three people behind him. The old cucumber, Dean Sharp, was not interested in him, and his new friend, the attending doctor, had no time to pay attention to him for the time being. All his attention was now on Batman.

"Little Bat, you finally came to see the clown~ I've been waiting for a long time, and you won't come if you don't set off a beautiful fireworks."

The corners of his mouth, which had always been raised high, drooped down lonely, with a look of extreme aggrievedness before he could speak.

But none of the people present would sympathize with him with a drop in IQ.

Tom flipped open his notepad and turned it solemnly.

——Performance personality.Severity: serious.

The clown was surrounded by the guards in the middle, the chief of the guard and the district chief walked in the front, and the dean and the doctor walked in the end together with the preoccupied Batman.

Sharp looked at Tom who was writing and drawing in the notebook, and asked curiously, "Dr. Leander, what are you writing?"

Tom raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly looked back: "The clown's case supplement and follow-up treatment plan."

Sharp showed a relieved smile: "It is indeed the best psychiatrist in Tennessee."

Batman slowed down, and slowly retreated to Ah Fu.

"I want to have a private chat with the doctor." He said to the dean, "something about clowns."

Sharp said wittily, "Of course, I'll go ahead and check the situation."

The light bulb Sharp went far away, and at the end of the team escorting the clown, only Batman, who was exposed as Jerry, and Alfred, who was revealed as Tom, were left.

"What do you want to know about the clown? Actually, I don't know much." Tom glanced at the time and said with pretended regret, "I took over the clown for no more than four hours, so I probably don't know as much as you do."

Batman pursed his lips, and said hoarsely, "You know it's just a cover to take away Sharp, I'm not asking about the clown."

Tom knowingly asked, "What's that?"

Batman said, "Jerry."

Ah Fu: "Oh."

Batman: "...oh what do you mean? How the hell did you find out who I am?"

Tom stopped and turned sideways sharply.

"How did you find out?" He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he could see through the hard armor and see a more real existence inside, "We are... best friends, I know every little move of yours like the back of our hands, Your body shape, the curvature of your muscles, and even your pronunciation habits, how could I not recognize you?"

Of course, the most important reason is that Tom is Ah Fu...

Bruce avoided that overly hot gaze: "But we haven't seen each other for four years, Tom."

Tom raised his eyebrows: "Four years, six months and eight days, but my memory has always been good."

"...Okay." Bruce sighed, "I'm convinced."

Tom snorted proudly. After four years, he finally slowly entered the role of a teenager, and gradually felt handy.Just like now, he can naturally show that big smile that belongs to Tom, like a little sun.

Bruce was warmed once more, as he had experienced countless times before.

He let out a breath of relief, and even the long and cold corridor under his feet seemed to have a temperature, wrapping him warmly.

But he didn't immerse himself in such an atmosphere for too long, and soon came back to his senses.

He realized a new problem: "I still remember you said before that your dream is to be a policeman."

"Of course." Tom recalled the character design of the proud young man, and said half-truthfully: "I originally wanted to go to the police academy after graduation, or to try the FBI's special recruitment exam, but because of some Mishap, failed to materialize."

Bruce said puzzledly: "But why did you become a psychiatrist? And came to Gotham?"

Tom gave a fake startled expression.

"Of course I came here only when I was invited. As for how I became a doctor... My major at the University of Memphis is medical-related." He pretended to be disappointed and said, "So you really don't care about me."

Bruce analyzed seriously: "If I remember correctly, you are studying at the School of Nursing at the University of Memphis? So according to this trend, you should become a nurse instead of a doctor?"

Tom: "...would you like to see my doctorate in psychology?"

Bruce didn't know which of his tendons was wrong, and suddenly blurted out: "I want to see your nurse's uniform more?"

Tom: "...???"

Bruce coughed twice: "I mean of course not."

Tom felt that he could not be questioned anymore. In order to completely divert Bruce's attention, he simply asked: "Tell me about you, Jerry. Explain what you said in the email three years ago."

Bruce was confused: "What did I say?"

Tom recited emotionally: "I don't plan to continue being a thief. I have found a new job. It may take a lot of work and I won't make any money for the time being. But I am optimistic about the future and I will definitely succeed!"

Bruce looked at him hesitantly.

Tom said, "So the new job you're talking about is Batman?"

This time the headache was replaced by Bruce: "It's a long story."

Tom smiled and said, "You can make a long story short."

That face was clearly handsome and young, unlike four years ago it was full of immature traces, but now it has begun to have some mature charm.

But there is no doubt that this is a young man in his 20s.

So, why on earth did he see the shadow of the seventy-year-old Ah Fu on such a face?

Tom asked inexplicably, "What are you thinking?"

Bruce looked at his face and said hesitantly, "You look like a person when you smile."

Tom said unhappy: "Don't try to change the subject."

Bruce shook his head and didn't refute anymore, but the doubt in his heart lingered.This was the second time Tom showed that Alfred smile he was so familiar with, twice already.

Is it really just a coincidence?

Unfortunately no one could answer him.

Just as he was thinking, the guards in front stopped, and Bruce looked up, the corridor had come to the end, and it was the interrogation room.

Sharp raised his voice in front of him and said, "Batman, Dr. Leander, we're here."

The master and servant, both in disguise, quickened their pace and walked over quickly.

The clown was imprisoned on the chair in the interrogation room. He didn't know what interesting thing he thought of. He laughed and leaned back and forth, and even the iron interrogation chair "knocked" and moved around.

Batman lowered his voice, and said to his long-lost friend, "Wait a while, let's have a good chat?"

Tom also lowered his voice: "Of course, I live in Arkham temporarily, which is the guard lounge near the elevator on the first floor."

Batman nodded, and the two of them just walked up to Sharp's side, closed their mouths at the same time, and walked into the interrogation room one after the other.

The clown is in it.