[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

little prince and red rose

It was an accident to run into the red-haired boy.

Following the clues in her hand, Brucie found an abandoned factory based on the keyword of owl. She was squatting in the corner, knocking and looking for the hidden secret door.

The deliberately low beam of the flashlight cut through the darkness, brightening a corner.

She was wearing long clothes and trousers, her hair was tied up and stuffed into the hood of her hoodie, and she also wore a mask to cover her face to hide her identity, and her hiding movements looked a bit sneaky.

Some useful gadgets are packed in a small backpack on the back.

This place is almost in the suburbs, not far from the main city of Gotham. It used to be the former site of the Owl Lovers Club, and a large number of owls were raised.

Later, it was resold to an Englishman and turned into a factory. Unfortunately, the management was not good and it coincided with the economic crisis. Instead, it owed a large sum of money to the bank. The factory owner committed suicide in desperation.

The location of this factory is not good, and most of the old machines were sold to make up for the shortfall, leaving only an empty shell that no one took pictures of.The municipal government didn't have any money during the difficult times, so it has been abandoned like this, surrounded by overgrown weeds, shaded by trees, inaccessible to people, and there are rumors of haunting.

Some people have seen owls flying here at night and resting here.

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Brucey still had the owl feather she had picked up in her pocket.

"There are traces of owl life."

The secret door hadn't been found yet, but when I looked up, I saw a person hiding on the steel bars on the roof.

They stared at each other across the air.

Brussie was startled, and stood up in a jerk, staring at the boy on the high roof.

He hides in the dark and observes!When she first came, she checked with her abilities, and it was clear that there was no one. When did he come?

It may also be due to inexperienced ability.Brucey reflected that she must be more cautious next time.

After a stalemate for a while, the other party spoke first: "Are you looking for the owl court?"

According to Brucey's behavior, the boy cleverly analyzed her purpose.

It is mainly a matter of experience. Brucey's investigation is too immature, and it is not as good as a boy with sufficient experience in the bottom of Gotham.

All of a sudden hit the red heart.Brucey looked at him vigilantly, and drew out her dagger to block in front of her.

"I don't mean any harm." The man on the top raised his hands to indicate that he didn't have a gun, and the boy said firmly, "You are investigating the owl court, and I saw you picking up feathers."

"You believe it to be true too, don't you?"

The other party quickly stated that he had been tracking the owl court and accidentally found her on the way.

Explain it clearly as soon as you come, and resolutely don't give any chance for misunderstanding to take advantage of it.He raised the topic, cleverly implying that he shared Brucey's goals.

It's just that the place they met was not right, they met in the wilderness, in an abandoned factory, and in a dark house.

Brucey remained vigilant, she said, "You come down first."

The opponent occupies a high place, making Brucey subconsciously uneasy.

The little red hair slid down the extremely high roof neatly along the pillars, clapped her hands and walked in front of Brucey.

"Why are you so fierce, little black hair?"

Brucey countered without hesitation: "Then your name seems to be Little Red Hair."

"Okay, then my name will be Red."

He leaned closer and looked at the girl's long black hair slipping out of the hood with his hips on his hips: "Then do you want to be called Blake?"

"Hi, Blake."

Brucey said coldly, "Whatever you want."

She was actually startled by the familiarity of the other party, and took three steps back.

The other party blinked: "Okay, I have shown my sincerity, should you share your information as a fair exchange?"

Her mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about whether to run away... a strategic retreat.

But the red-haired boy's next words abruptly stopped Brucey from leaving.

"The Court of Owls is real. I have seen Talon."

She turned her head suddenly, and then heard the other party change the subject: "So, do you want to cooperate?"

Bruce narrowed her eyes.

The boy was serious, his green eyes were full of sincerity: "I think you look like my long-lost partner."

If she believed this stupid reason, she would be a ghost!

The boy tried to sell himself: "I have good instincts, and I'm also very smart. Besides, I've been following the Court of Owls for a long time, don't you want to hear about it?"

The immature and easy-going toddler hesitated.Indeed, she is currently stuck in a dead end and needs a new idea to open up the situation.

Brussie lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and deleted and deleted some key information, saying that she believed that the court of owls was involved in a murder case.

As for Xiao Hongmao, he acted in time and successfully abducted a reliable partner with the clues in his hand.

The Court of Owls is difficult to deal with, and the rumors may be true or false, but in terms of the effect of deterring Gotham, it has achieved outstanding results, and it can be said that it has achieved its goal.

Their history is as long as Gotham, and they are intertwined and deeply hidden in Gotham's forces.

During the temptation, the two shared the information they had, each with their own thoughts.

The little gang looks like they are going to break up in the next moment.

But the temporary partner just survived day after day.

Thinking about it afterwards, Brucey herself felt a little unbelievable.

She investigated Xiao Hongmao privately, but unfortunately the other party did not hold back any useful information.Anyway, reciprocity is polite, she is sure that Xiao Hongmao will also investigate her.

The two small gangs have become more and more tacit in their cooperation in actions.

A month later, when returning from tracking down a strange man, Red volunteered to bring up his own past and the real reason for chasing the owl.He was born in a circus, and wandered around Gotham after the circus suffered a sudden disaster.

"The owl did it," Little Red Mao narrowed his eyes. He was half lying on the top of the wall with a root of grass in his mouth. "I saw the sharp claws kill them, and then pretended to be on fire."

His face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his tone.

Reid said he was lucky to be playing hide-and-seek outside and saved his life.After that, he hid everywhere, secretly tracking down the owl.

Brucey fell silent, her lips moved and finally said nothing, she leaned against the wall and lowered her head.She thought of the alley again.

She's aware of the excessive quietness, but she's not damn fit for this kind of therapist's job.

In the silence, it was Red who spoke first. He looked down at the people below: "Blake, are we good friends for life?"

The previous heavy topic was passed by.

Originally Brucey wanted to say that life is very long, but no one knew.But the reality of the world seems a little cruel to someone who has just revealed a tragic past.

So she shut up and nodded.

"That's good." Reid spat out the grass stalks in his mouth, speaking quickly, he sat up straight, his hands hanging by his sides and slightly clenched, his little nose twitched.

On the surface, he was very calm, but judging from the small details, he was actually quite nervous.

This couldn't be hidden from Brucey.

Brucey was suddenly alert.

She felt that little red hair was going to make trouble...or had already done it.

"Cough, I actually went to find you that day." He scratched his hair.

In fact, Reid knew her identity a long time ago. He didn't run into her by accident at all that night. He came to stop her on a special trip.

At first it was because of the last name Wayne.

Gotham was created by Wayne, and the Court of Owls was hiding in the dark and watching. When he saw Brucie acting mysteriously, he instantly thought of the murder.

The deaths of the Waynes... who stands to gain?He felt that the Court of Owls was involved.

Also, he's sure the Court of Owls is run by Gotham's well-dressed upper echelons, but he can't say for sure who's involved.While wandering and avoiding the police, he compiled a list of famous families in Gotham.

It is a good idea to break through from the top.The method is here, but unfortunately it is just a castle in the air. The boy who has been crushed at the bottom of Gotham is helpless, and he has no way to contact him.

When the situation was in trouble, Brucey appeared.

An excellent breakthrough.

Maybe the two of them can play Mission: Impossible with the Court of Owls, which is more exciting than playing house.

Little Red Mao jumped down, put his hands behind his back, and honestly confessed everything.

"Hey, I noticed you when you sneaked out to investigate the owl court for the first time." He also knew Brucey's identity, but he just kept pretending not to know.

The acting is superb.

Brucey's eyes fell on the boy.

He's really good at tapping into people's sympathy.Brucey really couldn't get angry.

If Red could read minds, he would secretly not be ashamed, but rather proud.

And said that this is called the art of speaking.

Everything is true, confession must be confessed, but the occasion and order are also important.

This has something to do with his way of life and thinking habits.

Holding a bad hand of cards, Xiao Hongmao tried his best to play out the best ending.Make the best use of scarce resources.

For a long time, Brucey snorted and stared at him: "You really showed your true colors."

"Then why have you changed your mind now?"

Hearing this, Xiao Hongmao was completely relieved, it seemed that it had passed.

"Because I think our cooperative relationship can be upgraded to the next level. From a temporary □□ relationship to an all-round strategic partner." @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Of course, it would be better if the relationship was deeper.Little Red-haired swallowed the words down.

He was decisive and took the lead in blocking Brucey's words: "After all, expectations are not important, what matters is the result."

He knew that Brucie's brain would guess sooner or later, so he might as well find a suitable time to confess first and reverse the unfavorable situation.Otherwise, when Brucey finds out by herself, he thinks he will be kicked.

A little selfishness is also caught in it.

He thinks it's fine now.

"I just concealed the next little bit of information," he leaned closer and stretched out his little finger, "it doesn't conflict with our purpose at all."

Brucie has her own secret too, but she plans to hide it for the rest of her life until she finds out the truth.

So, she thought, even.

As of today, the two little clever ghosts who tried each other have successfully concluded their work.

To be honest, the Gotham Police Department lacks gamers like you!

"Let's discuss it? Can you get rid of the persecution paranoia?" Little Red Hair rolled himself up, aggrieved, "I've explained everything clearly and you still don't believe me? I'm so sad."

Innocence is written all over his face, and his expression management is excellent.Brucey felt at times that he was a loss to the audience when he wasn't on stage.

It's a pity that when she first met, she was deceived by the clever and reliable image created by Little Red Hair.

He sadly accused: "You will lose your best friend like this."

The green eyes were watery, as if tears would burst out in the next second.

She believed it, of course she believed it.She has seen Xiao Hongmao's superb acting skills in three seconds of tears in person.

Little Brucie, who was not deeply involved in the world, was stunned.

Brussie raised her forehead: "...Can you stop your excessive desire to perform?"

"It's a bit difficult." Little Red Mao pretended to think about it.

"...It's not difficult, I can help you find a psychiatrist."

"Huh? Why don't I take a psychiatrist's license test by the way, care for you, me, and him in Gotham, and warm the patients with love?"

He looked at Brucey, as if thinking about the feasibility of the plan: "As far as the current situation is concerned, I think this profession has a lot of room for development in Gotham."

Strictly speaking, the two cubs standing here need psychological treatment.

He does know.

Brucey raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "That's fine, if you pass the exam, I will sponsor you to start a business."

The little red hair went smoothly, planning the future with great interest: "Okay, dear patron, I will definitely give you free."

While you were joking with each other, the two of them passed the heavy topic in a tacit agreement.

It is important to deal with the court of owls.

This case became an effective case for Little Red Hair to prove that he was smart and reliable, and was mentioned many times afterwards.

"This shows the necessity of taking the initiative to attack." Little Red Mao plausibly said, "Will the sky lose partners? If you don't even drop pizza, you expect him to lose partners."

He felt that it was the wisest decision he had made all these years to trick little Brucie back into being his partner.

The simple and rude partner group was named "Red and Black", and the two cubs spent nearly a year exploring the entire Gotham.

In addition to the surprising clues, other things seem heavy.

She saw another Gotham.

That is a completely different world from one side and cognition.

The dividing line of Gotham is very clear.On one side is the high society with luxury and money.On the other side are the slums where all kinds of scenes in the world are staged.

The shantytowns are dirty and messy, and the tin houses are piled up next to each other, forming a huge garbage dump.

Homeless people wandered along the streets, and people hiding in alleys maliciously spied on pedestrians, picking their prey.

The sewers that have been in disrepair for a long time emit an unspeakable stench, especially in summer. When there is a stream of sewage on a rainy day, you can't wait to wear a mask.

Don't ask Brucey how she knew, the sewer traffic map was unlocked in front of her with a bang.

Unlike Brucey, Little Red is familiar with this area, even like a fish in water.

He was keenly aware of the changes in Brucey's mood, and became a bosom friend intimately, opening her closed heart little by little.

The process is progressing fairly satisfactorily.It took Brucey a year to prove that the Court of Owls was more than just a rumor.

Little Red didn't lie.

But they've been rooted in Gotham for so long that the clues have changed beyond recognition.Those ambitious families have woven a huge network of relationships with power and money, and a single hair can affect the whole body.

The goose feathers and heavy snow are fluttering one after another, floating towards the earth, which is rare to see.

Thick snow covered Gotham, covering Gotham with a touch of whiteness, and firmly covering the blood and crimes at the bottom of the invisible.

"very beautiful."

On the top floor, little Bruce stood on tiptoe, put her hands on the window sill, overlooking the whole manor and the faint Gotham in the distance.

"But it would freeze a lot of people to death."

Ah Fu sighed, hugged little Brucey's shoulders, and comforted him: "Miss, you've done enough."

"Master Thomas was still getting into fights at school at your age."

She has grown a little taller.

Ah Fu looked at the rapidly growing little Wayne, feeling quite sad.

In order to relieve the poor, Wayne Group added a special charitable foundation on the original basis.The aid station established by Lord Thomas has also received a large number of sponsors.

"But it's far from enough." She took advantage of the situation and lay down on the window sill, resting her little head on it.

"Miss Brucey, if you are willing to go to school obediently, it is enough in my heart."

Brussie was running around in private, and had barely been to school since that incident.He drove to the school himself, and Brucie would find the right time to skip class.On balance, Ah Fu invited several tutors.

"But I'm obedient." Brussy turned around, blinked and looked up at him, "I know what they taught, why waste time listening to it again?"

In front of Ah Fu, little Brucie put away her self-defense spikes, cute and cute.

The butler sighed. He actually hoped that Brucey would blend in with the children of the same age and have fun together, instead of taking on responsibilities that did not belong to her prematurely.

Brussie is so out of her league, so lonely and out of the normal world.He worried that Brucie would end up hurt by it.

Forget it, let's go step by step.

Little Brussie said a few words to Ah Fu absent-mindedly, and then suddenly received a message, she immediately jumped up, said hello to Ah Fu, and rushed down the stairs.

Ah Fu stood there watching Xiao Tuanzi's disappearing back, worry hidden in his eyes.

"I hope Miss Brussie's little secret is as cute as it is in a fairy tale."

Brucey received an immediate contact from Little Red.

When she arrived at the appointed place holding an umbrella, Xiao Hongmao was already there.

His hair was covered with snowflakes, which had melted wet after strenuous exercise, and his clothes were stained with melted water.

It was extremely cold today, and the incident happened so suddenly that he had no time to tidy up, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. He put his hands in his pockets and stomped his feet on the ground to keep warm. His eyes lit up when he saw Brucey coming.

Brucey paused and asked, "Why don't you hold an umbrella?"

Reid was puzzled: "It's not raining, what kind of umbrella?"

Following Brucey's eyes on his clothes, he reacted, quickly patted his shoulder, and knocked down the snowflakes.

"It's okay, it will be done in a while."

"By the way," he spoke quickly, crackling like pouring beans, "I just got the news that a person died on the East Street. The cause of death was a knife pierced through the throat."

"The murder weapon was an odd knife, thrown in a familiar way."

It's Talon.The two exchanged glances.

"I brought a freeze gun." She patted her pocket.

After more than a year of meticulous search, they gradually figured out the pattern of the claws.What they met was a bit like the living dead, the Achilles' heel was temperature.

When the temperature drops to a certain level, the claws will move sluggishly and fall into dormancy.

The news of Reid was much faster than the police station with backward efficiency. At this time, the police station didn't even notice.

The two quickly divided the work and went to find out before the police arrived.

The current GCPD, what to do, mess up No.1.

She left in a hurry and took away her little umbrella.The umbrella is a children's version, with fashionable styles and exquisite shapes.It means that the decorative significance is greater than the practical significance, and the small and exquisite umbrella can't fit two people.

Red was two years older than her, even a little shorter than her at first, and over the course of the year he had grown so much that he was half a head taller than Brucey, but it also made him look even thinner.

Some mistakes, Brucey glanced at the umbrella, quite annoyed.

So she put away the umbrella under Red's slightly surprised gaze, tightened her hat tightly, and rushed into the heavy snow with him.

But the next time they saw each other, Brucie changed to an ordinary black umbrella and carried another of the same style under her arm.

The handle was thrown to Red who was running back and forth in the heavy snow.

"I got it in Ah Fu's tool shed, where he put a row of umbrellas. Don't worry, there are no marks."

"Uh, thank you." Red, who has always been enthusiastic, held the umbrella and was stunned for a long time. He was a little cramped. He lowered his head, ground his toes on the snow, and spun unconsciously.

The clues that time were very important, and they had their eyes on one person, Edward West.

He is the only son of the West family. He loves to show off, vain and arrogant. He spends his days hanging out with cronies. He is a well-known idiot and rich second generation in the circle. He once drove the treacherous old West into the hospital by himself.

But what else to do, people are still messing around.

Old West had been a master all his life, but unfortunately he fell down on his son.

This time it was West himself who showed his feet. At a banquet, he mentioned the victim while bragging.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.Brucey, who happened to pass by, thought for a moment.

Make sure the other party is a member of the court of owls, and that's easy.

The two quickly formulated a series of plans, and Brussie provided a list of people in close contact with him around him.Little Red Hair is in charge of following.

Brussy, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically, and began to attend banquets frequently. By virtue of her status, she managed to sneak into the group of unlearned rich second-generation circles quite smoothly, and even directly rose to become the leader of the small circle.

In the right circumstances — when a group of rich kids are talking about Gotham quirks — curiosity about owl lore is on display.

No one doubts the person she created for herself.Even the truancy behavior of the investigation activities has become a corroboration.

Thanks to Xiao Hongmao, the portable performance material beside her, Brucie's acting skills are perfect throughout the whole process, so that the group of guys who dare not show their faces and call themselves the court have no doubts.

Under a series of deliberate actions, the owl court noticed little Wayne as they thought.

A Wayne.

They do have plans to attract Wayne, especially such a deceitful and harmless little Wayne.

During that time, Brucie clearly felt the following and prying eyes, she kept her composure, and performed the characters in the script as always.

Fortunately, Brucey and Xiao Hongmao turned to secretly contact.

It took them two years to gradually open up the situation.

Things are going great.The situation of the owl court and the two people has been reversed, the court has turned from the dark to the light, and the two have been hidden in the dark.

The enemy hiding in the dark is the most terrifying.When exposed to the sun, there's nothing to hide from.

Thanks to Brucie's special abilities, the Court of Owls knows nothing about it.

When Brussie was 13, almost everything that had shrouded in fog began to clear up.

One night, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars merged into a sea of ​​stars.

They climbed up to the roof to look at the stars, and the river of stars was reflected in Brucey's eyes.

She holds the partner badge that Little Red Hair gave her. The badge is made of beer caps and pins. The surface is covered in black and red. The rich black is accompanied by striking red. It has a unique shape and is very creative after some modifications.

"Look at the back." Little Red Hair stretched her neck and leaned over.

Two small heads put together, the little red hair and the little black hair look like

Two letters, B and R, are engraved on the back.

Brucie touched the sharp edge of the lace and hesitated for a moment.

She took the badge and compared it on the clothes, but she didn't put it on, and finally stuffed it carefully into the secret pocket.

The little red hair took a look at her, and pinned it to her chest with a smile, letting Brucey see it openly.

The adventure experience has greatly exercised her skills, and she secretly connects like an agent.Tonight is a rare pleasant time.

It's time for the weekly story swap, where everyone shares a story.

Originally, Reid proposed that no one tell a joke, and it must succeed in making the other party laugh.The proposal was rejected by Brucey.

Changed to shared story mode, last time Red adapted a cool experience at the circus, this time it's her turn.

Brussie sat with her knees tucked in, her chin resting on her knees, looking at the stars while talking about "The Little Prince".Back to the part about the little prince and the red rose.

After being interrupted again, Brucey frowned slightly, and gave him an annoyed look.

Red: "Your attitude is too perfunctory. This book has been told three times."

Brucey froze: "Is there?"

Reid complained: "Yes. I can almost memorize it."

"Forget it if you don't listen, it's over anyway."

"Why don't you smile more?" Red looked at her with his chin propped up, his green eyes blinking.

Brucey tilted her head, imitating his tone and asked, "Why do you talk so much?"

Red hurdled her question without changing his face, and added along his own topic: "People who love to laugh are lucky. So you smile more."

"I didn't see that you were so lucky." Brucey was puzzled.

Reid stared at Brucey, his face was sideways, the soft moonlight traced the tall nose bridge, and the night wind was blowing his half-length red hair.

The half-year-old boy is fast-moving, with a thin body, his delicate face is a little pale, and his slightly long red hair hangs down on his sides.

The appearance is very deceiving, and the Gotham gangsters who thought he was easy to bully and were beaten back had a deep experience in this regard.

He paused for a long time before speaking, his voice was unrecognizable: "No, I'm very lucky."

Thanks to the functioning Wayne Relief Fund and strict regulatory procedures, the cold winter in Gotham is less difficult than before.

Time does not stop, and another year has passed. When the spring snow melts, the branches are blooming with greenery. The chill is cold, and the meaning is not surprising, but it can't resist the warmer weather.

"This is the last time I'm moving." Reid raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and chirped beside him, like a bird returning with spring.

He said that he would never move his house around again, and he was exhausted from moving things.

Brucey said coldly, "Whatever you want."

But she didn't stop with her hands. At that time, little Brussy was not only in the second class, but also had a tendency to be arrogant and duplicity.

Xiaohongmao didn't expose it, he leaned over and giggled: "Good partner, I knew you wouldn't just stand by."

Reid moved again, and Brussie advised him with reference to the map, and tried his best to choose a place with good concealment and high security.He said he was going to end his wandering life,

...The residence is a vacant lot in Resident Lane near Wayne Tower, which was gifted by Brucie kindly, and that piece of land is all owned by Wayne's family.

At first, she wanted to give Red a house directly, but the other party refused to accept it. He only wanted a useless vacant lot. He joked that this would reduce the psychological burden of living under the fence.

There should be other reasons, little Brussie thought as she looked at him with a hesitant expression.

A simple house was built, and there was an escape passage leading to the outside world in the basement.Hmm, very Gotham.

The roof of the double-storey building is sloping and the angle is extremely steep, which is suitable for the gloomy and rainy environment of Gotham.The style is that of a Colonial Cape Cod cottage.

She didn't expect Reid to really know how to build. She always thought that the other party was just joking.He loves those jokes and keeps trying to tease Brucey, but every time Brucey can see through in advance.

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

Abandoned tires are newly placed at the door, and a layer of white paint is painted on the textured surface. It is a standard slum art, but it has a unique flavor.

It was a new flower bed made by Xiao Hongmao with the tools at hand, and it still looks decent.

"I planted something in it." Reid put his hands behind his back, and subconsciously twirled on the ground with his toes.

Brucey squatted at the flower bed and looked at it for a while. The novel idea was quite eye-catching, and she raised her head politely and asked, "Then what did you plant?"

"Cough," he pretended, and shook his finger, "Anyway, you'll know in a few months."

Little Red Hair's mouth was tightly shut, and he refused to say a word.As a result, on the second day, Brucey tricked her out of her without noticing it for a while.

It's a blue rose.Little Red Hair is a rare breed that is hard to come by.

Satisfied with curiosity, Brussie didn't know, he felt that blue roses matched her clear and beautiful blue eyes.

But it was rare for him to be a little apprehensive, he didn't show his feelings, and hid those words.

A few months later, the tire flower bed is still bare.

Oh, no, a few weeds grew and were picked up by the little red hair.

When the leaves started to emerge, a little girl mustered up her courage and ran over and circled around the unique flower bed a few times, circling around anxiously, trying to tell the owner of the house that the roses were dying, but unfortunately she never squatted down.

It was so remote that she discovered it by accident.

When the two of them finally came to their senses, they took a look and found that the root was rotten.

The two cubs squatted together, looking at each other.

After a serious analysis for a while, it was found that the reason was that the two of them "watered" too frequently.Little Red wants to water Brucey once, and goes out to find Brucey to water once... When Brucey comes to Little Red Mao's house, she just pours it once...

... The love is too heavy for Rose's slender body to bear.

There is a high probability that it is not a prickly pear. Brucey calmly analyzed that prickly pears are not so easy to raise to death... maybe.

The little red hair squatted on the ground in despair, looking a little pitiful.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the flower bed took on a new look, with something extra in it.

"I folded it out of newspapers."

Red hoarded a lot of old newspapers, most of which he picked up at random. He used to have the habit of stuffing newspapers under his clothes to protect against the cold wind.Although I don't use it now, I still can't help reaching out when I see the discarded intact newspapers when I have nothing to do.

"Do you want to tell the truth?" Brucey's eyes fell on the paper rose, as if she was considering her words so as not to hurt her friend's heart.

"Could it be that you want to tell a lie?" Little Red Mao gasped exaggeratedly.

She doesn't worry about the other party's fragile heart, she worries about the other party's desire to perform that has nowhere to rest.

"It's kind of ugly."

The branches folded from nowhere and the paper roses folded out of newspapers were glued together and stood alone in the soil of the flower bed.

"...Don't you tell lies?" Xiao Hongmao complained.

Brucey ignored him.

Could it be that he wants to hear others praise him for his ingenuity?

After thinking about it, she opened the small multi-functional backpack, pulled out a can of quick-drying red paint, and took out a small brush to carefully spread the paper rose evenly.

This red paint has strong adhesion and dries quickly, and it needs a corresponding formula to clear it off.

...was originally used to track down criminals.

The specially treated red paint dries quickly, and a beautiful red rose blooms at her fingertips.

"Okay, it's much more beautiful now." She squeezed the rose and blew again.

Brucey handed the little red hair: "I think the red rose suits your hair very well."

After a long pause, Reid, who was holding a red rose, realized that it seemed that he was going to give it to Brucey.

He was dazed for a long time, and his brain was suddenly broken, so why was it given to him by Brucey?

Everything looks great.

But this is Gotham, and you never know what's going to happen next.

*****

The little red hair, now it should be said that the little green hair is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He was wearing a bright and weird purple suit. He was terribly thin, and the suit looked even more weird. He had a corsage pinned to his chest in the shape of a white rose.

The lights in the psychological clinic are dim, and it doesn't look like it's in business.Only one "patient" in a bat suit has been here for so long.

The other party was a bit manic, and even threatened the cute doctor!

Too bad he also wanted to recommend the acclaimed split personality therapy package.

For Brucey's sake, he's free. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The extremely high-definition mirror reflected his pale face.The corners of his mouth curled up like a normal person, but he couldn't hide the madness overflowing from inside.

The restrained smile gradually widened, and finally turned into a maniacal laugh.

Shrill laughter echoed in the room.

The camouflage was torn off.

A madman is trying to pretend to be normal.

Brucey knew it well, carefully monitored and maintained the dangerous balance.

None of them pierced the last layer of precarious window paper, and on the surface they still pretended to get along with each other in the past.

After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped.

Ten years later, they really still have such a tacit understanding.

He hummed a ditty, the strange tone echoed in the room, straightened his cuffs, and straightened his corsage in front of the mirror.

"it's time."

The author has something to say:

Three-in-one Big Fat Badge

The name is meaningful.

The little green hair brush Sissy's favorability is as good as his counterpart's bat hatred.

Meringue: Not only will I lose my partner in the sky, but I can also pick up a partner in the sky.

Hang up an advance collection of Little Bruce, please collect it.Yes, after Brucey's cub, Brucey's sexual transformation, I finally got my hands on little Brucey.

[Comprehensive British and American] Bat training game

Nine-year-old Brussie is smart and cute, with both parents and a happy family. What he admires most is the Gotham Knights, who have gained fame this year.

But mom and dad are too busy to spend less and less time with him.

Another day at home alone, he received a game called Your Dear Chaoying Friend.

The Chaoying in the game is a little bat, a cute Q-version paper man.

He became good friends with the protagonist of the game, doing missions together, kryptonizing equipment, defeating villains, and defending Gotham.

With the unlocking of the chapters, the content of the game becomes more and more abundant, and the little bat takes back a bunch of birdballs.

Looking at the bird balls waiting eagerly for raising, little Brusci raised his cheeks, and the strange expenses increased again.

As Little Bat's most steadfast ally, Little Brussy waved his pocket money like crazy in the mall.

Batmobile?krypton!

Bat lights?krypton!

Arkham to be rebuilt?krypton!

After buying the cool fighter jet he wanted, Bruce Jr. picked at the empty coin purse.

Little Bruce was depressed: "Bat, I can't afford you anymore."

A second later, he clenched his fists and cheered up: "It's okay, for you, I can borrow money from my rival."

bat:……

Nemesis Nini:? ? ?

Thomas & Martha: Who Scammed My Son Out Of His Allowance?

[Reading guide]: Family love to raising cubs, I raise myself.