Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

At this time, the music in the restaurant also changed from relaxing and soothing piano music to Vivaldi's "Spring".It's just that Rosie, who was standing in the corridor, felt that the muscles of her whole body tensed up when she heard Harry Osborn's voice. Her heart was like a circus girl walking on a tightrope. crumbling.

How could a New York high school student from a wealthy family get involved with a Gotham tycoon who tacitly planned an attack.

The figure stepping on the demon flying machine flooded into her mind again, she shook her head with difficulty, and took another step towards the box door.

"I heard that Mr. Osborne was injured by the Night Witch?" Thomas asked, at this moment Rosie heard the sound of a lighter, it should be that Thomas was lighting a cigarette, "so little Mr. Osborne is looking around Is there any trace of the night witch?"

"Yes, but it's not just because of my father that I want to find the Night Witch." Harry said, "There are other reasons, which have nothing to do with our cooperation, so I won't tell Mr. Elliot .”

"I'm not interested in your grievances with the Night Witch." Thomas smiled. "I have always had a pleasant cooperation with your father. He was injured and hospitalized this time, which forced our cooperation to be interrupted for a while, and both sides suffered a lot. , It was Mr. Osborne who provoked the leader, admiration. Since Mr. Osborne wants to find the Night Witch, of course I want to help."

He paused, as if he had breathed out a smoke ring. Then, Rosie heard the slight sound of footsteps. Someone in the box should have stood up from his seat, and walked in the box at an extremely slow speed. Get moving.

"Does little Mr. Osborne know about the Red Hood?" Thomas asked.

Harry was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Yes, Gotham's famous extreme hero."

"Ha." Thomas smiled, "There are no heroes in Gotham, Gotham is only rich in lunatics, including the Batman known as the Dark Knight, who is just a little more rational than those guys in Arkham Asylum. That guy in the red hood is even more so, the so-called extreme hero, when killing people, his heart is harder than criminals." He tapped the table lightly and said, "When I was planning to attack Bruce Wayne's yacht, , the Red Hood is on board."

Harry in the box, and Rosie outside the box all squinted their eyes.

Harry quickly realized: "You mean, the Night Witch was on that ship?"

"My men saw a blond woman pull out a broom, and then heard the red hood yell 'Night Witch', but at that time the night was too dark on the sea, he didn't see clearly the length of the woman whom the red hood called 'Night Witch' What it looked like, and then Iron Man appeared, and it took a lot of effort for him to escape from the sea." Thomas said.

"The Red Hood knows who the Night Witch is!" Harry's voice became a little excited, "Let him speak out."

"Unfortunately, I don't have a subordinate relationship with the Red Hood, and I can't order him." Compared with Harry, Thomas' tone was much lighter, "And I'm not interested in who the Night Witch is, so I didn't Ask carefully."

"Put a gun to his head, I don't believe he won't tell the truth." Harry's voice was a bit cruel, far from the usual arrogant and noble boy.

Facing this ruthless young man, Thomas just smiled and said: "With the strength of the red hood, I think there are too few people who can point a gun to his head and question him."

He paused and said something again. At this time, a passing waiter saw Rosie standing in the corridor and asked politely, "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Rosie didn't have time to listen carefully to the conversation in the room, so she adjusted the expression on her face extremely quickly, walked out of the corridor slowly, and smiled at the waiter: "It's okay, I just walked out of the bathroom and forgot which direction my seat should face The direction is gone."

After lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Mathers, Rosie looked at the time on her wrist. It was already [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Escaping from the thin dark clouds..., and piercing through the gaps between the urban forests, sprinkled on the vetiver iris on the windowsill of the restaurant.

Mr. Mathers was still talking about Rosie's family plan to go to Italy after finishing her internship. Rosie listened casually. When asked her opinion, she froze for a moment, then nodded: "Mom and Dad decided That's fine, it doesn't matter where I go."

"Rosie, your father and I also want to see what the place you most want to go to look like." Mrs. Mathers said angrily.

At this time, Rosie's mind was full of the gun battle near Gotham City the night before, the bullets whistling past her ears for a while, and Jason's cold "Night Witch" for a while. The more she thought about it, the more she frowned. After Mrs. Mathers asked that sentence, she slammed down the table, stood up, moved the chair aside, and took the bag that Kailani put on the table. He took the car keys and ran out of the restaurant.

The three people at the table were stunned for a moment, and Kailani was the first to react: "Rosie, where are you going?"

Rosie opened the door of the restaurant, turned her head to look at them, and said, "I have a very urgent matter to deal with, please take Kailani to take a taxi home with Mom and Dad!"

When Mrs. Mathers hurriedly turned her head, she only saw the back of Rosie stepping out of the restaurant door, and the wind chimes hanging on the door were tinkling.

"This child..." Mrs. Mathers murmured, "It's hard to have a weekend, but you still have to go to work. It's better to quit this internship in the Stark Group earlier."

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Rosie got used to driving the McLaren, and when she sat in the Mercedes-Benz at home, she felt that her field of vision had become much higher. Her right hand was dazed on the center console for a few seconds, then released the handbrake and shifted into gear. , stepped on the gas pedal, and galloped away on the Manhattan avenue during the weekend lunch break.

On the weekend, neither the city roads nor the highways were as crowded as usual. The road was unimpeded. She drove from New York to Gotham City at the speed limit of the highway. The window on the driver's seat It was not closed, and the wind came in through the window, blowing her hair into a mess. She squinted her eyes, staring at the city distance sign on the expressway, and increased the speed of the car.

When the scenery outside the car window gradually changed from a deserted highway to a tall building with the characteristics of Gotham City, her heart that had been hanging was slightly back down.

The car stopped at a traffic light intersection on the outskirts of Gotham City. While waiting for the red light, Rosie took out her mobile phone and checked the time. She drove from New York to Gotham City in only one and a half hours.

"If Batman sees it, he will say that I don't obey the traffic rules again." Rosie smiled, threw the phone on the passenger seat, and then looked up at the red light that was counting down.

When there were only three seconds left in the countdown to the red light, she suddenly squinted her eyes, only to think that this scene looked familiar. After she put the gear on and stepped on the gas pedal to cross the zebra crossing, she remembered that it was the first time she drove here. When I arrived in Gotham City, it was here that I met two robbers, and Gotham marked the anti-hero Red Hood who came before she drew his gun, and shot and killed the two robbers in front of her. on her car.

Rosie turned the steering wheel quickly and drove through this intersection. She glanced at the traffic light on the exterior rearview mirror that she left far behind the car, and exhaled: "Is this fate?"

The Mercedes-Benz stopped at the Maserati 4s store in Gotham City. Rosie jumped out of the car without waiting for the valet to come forward, threw the car keys to the valet, and walked towards the 4s store. The front desk lady at the door waved her hand, and walked to the car wash workshop behind the exhibition hall in a familiar way.

Before she reached the car wash, she heard the sizzle of the high-pressure water gun and a few rough and high-pitched laughter. The head of the car wash laughed and said, "Okay, whoever loses will go to the car wash." Buy today's dinner..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Rosie walking slowly from the corner in a beige trench coat and high heels, his expression changed, and he quickly put the poker cards in his hand I stuffed my buttocks and said, "Here, this lady, if you want to wash the car, you have to go to the after-sales department to contact the service consultant first..."

Rosie glanced over the car washers who were sitting at the door of the workshop and playing cards, but didn't see Jason's face... Her eyes stopped on the face of the team leader, and she was about to ask Jason's whereabouts The team leader jumped up excitedly and said, "You, you are the owner of the previous McLaren, Miss Mathers, right?"

Rosie blinked and nodded.

It seems that a McLaren with blood and brains all over the front window and bonnet is indeed impressive.

"Did you come here this time because that McLaren still needs car wash service?" The team leader took a few steps towards Rosie and said with a smile.

Rosie waved her hands again and again: "No, I, I just came to find someone."

Before she said who she was looking for, the team leader and several car wash workers who gathered together to play poker before had a see-through smile on their faces. One of the younger grades smiled and said: " This Miss Mathers must be looking for Jason."

"That's right, Jason is really a ghost. As long as he is a single female customer, there is no one who has fallen in love with him. After careful calculation, there are already more than 20 female customers who drive back to him to wash their cars. ?”

"I took a small notebook to remember, there are 34."

"Including Miss Mathers, there are 35."

"Oh...it's nice to be young... let Jason buy today's dinner."

"I agree."

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Rosie heard that the car washers who had been chatting excitedly to decide who would buy tonight's dinner had decided on their own, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she raised her head and looked at the car washers I took a look in the workshop behind me, but I didn't find Jason in it.

At this time, the team leader said, "Jason is here."

Rosie immediately turned her head, and saw Jason standing behind her with a car key in his hand. He was still wearing a dark blue baseball cap, and the brim of the hat was pushed down so low that it almost covered his face. Eyes, he was wearing a Maserati black overalls, the zipper was only pulled up to his chest, revealing a corner of the black vest he was wearing under the overalls.

Jason raised his head slightly, glanced at her with blue eyes, threw the key with the Mercedes-Benz logo in his hand, and said, "Is it yours?"

Rosie nodded, and then said, "You..."

"There wasn't enough staff at the parking lot before, so I asked me to help." He threw the key far away towards Rosie, and Rosie took it without blinking, then raised her head and looked directly at the key. his eyes.

"I know what you want to ask." Jason put one hand in his pocket and turned around, "Come with me."