The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

It is undeniable that Professor Weilan is a very funny elder. He is elegant and wise, humorous and knowledgeable, and he is very, very handsome. No wonder Clark, who had been his tutor for a while, spoke so highly of him.

Professor Weilan quickly joined this group of strange young people, and the topic changed from the two young masters who were about to come to the metropolis to biological science, which the professor is best at.Naturally, Vilan became the center of the surrounding, shining brightly.

It seems that as long as he wants, he can become friends with anyone, even the rebellious and neurotic clowns, and become the audience with a serious face. Wilson looked like a good baby and squatted on the long table. My friend, who couldn't stop nodding while listening to the lecture, was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

This is really surprising.

Wilson was leaning against the wall, always feeling a little uneasy, and this uneasiness reached its peak when the clown jumped off the long table and squeezed to Weilan with interest to ask questions.

There are only two kinds of people that the clown is interested in, either the quasi-kind who is struggling to suppress the devil in his heart, or the good old man who is completely opposite to him. The former is used to guide, and the latter is used to destroy. Wei Lan interested him, In short, it will not be a good thing.

Worried, he pulled the Kent boy over, and he planned to find out about the old professor.

"What's the matter? It looks so serious, and parties are friends for relaxation." Clark asked puzzled.

"I don't think 'academic seminar' can make people relax." Wilson shrugged, "And I remember you are not yet 21 years old?" He glanced at the goblet in his friend's hand and said righteously.

"Oh! You're really disappointing Wilson. You said the same thing as Vilan. Don't worry, you've been ordered to replace it with grape juice. Besides, your birthday is at the beginning of next month, so it's okay to drink a little early."

For every big boy who is about to grow up, alcohol and sex are things they are eager to try. Wilson nodded understandingly, watched Clark drink dry grape juice, and concealed that he drank alcohol between training with the old man to refresh himself In the past, the self at that time seemed to be under the age of 16?

Closer to home, he tilted his head, looked at Weilan from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Although we met for the first time, your professor doesn't seem like an unknown member. Why does he stay in the classroom all the time?" In town?"

Clark glanced at Weilan cautiously, making sure that he was still talking in the crowd without paying attention, and then pulled Wilson a little further, "I heard that my wife died, so I left my hometown and came to the town to recuperate. , and it can’t be regarded as unknown, after all, the papers published by professors usually use another name.”

"pen name?"

"Hmm." Clark said the name proudly, "Arrow Wieland."

"It's him!" Wilson was really a little surprised. This name has indeed left a strong mark in the United States. He graduated from DePaul University. He is a famous biologist and psychologist. He was in the academic circle 20 years ago. He has a high status here, but for some reason he suddenly retired and disappeared in the academic world. "So it was because of the death of his beloved wife that he retired to the small town?"

Clark nodded, "I think so too. And although the professor is famous, he is only in academia. I didn't know that he is so powerful until not long ago."

This makes sense, but Wilson still doesn't understand where the clown's interest in him comes from. Could it be that he intends to use biological science to make troubles and win over experts in this field by the way?But he obviously disdains scarecrows and the like, and he has always been straightforward in causing damage.

Unable to figure it out, Wilson had no choice but to suppress his doubts and enjoy the party of the big boys in the town.

Contrary to his expectations, Professor Weilan did not stay until the end of the party. Perhaps the old man did not adapt to the world of young people, but it was more likely to be caused by a sudden phone call. He expressed regret that the old friend If there is an urgent need for him, I am afraid that I will be disappointed and leave early.

"I left the town this time because I wanted to be invited by an old friend." Clark explained with a smirk, "The professor came here on purpose because he was passing through the metropolis on the way and just in time for my party."

"What invitation?"

"I'm not sure, it seems to be the FBI or something. As you know, the professor is an expert in psychology and has helped them a lot before." Clark scratched his face and recalled, "I heard the name mentioned by the professor once, it seems to be called Something David Rossi."

"David Rossi? That's one of the founders of bau? Remember the case we met, they handled it. But Rossi had already retired at that time, so I didn't have the chance to see him."

Wilson was holding his wine glass, and before he could figure out what to do, the clown swayed over, interrupting his contemplation all at once.

"Come on, what are you going to do again?" It looked like 'I knew you wouldn't stay until the end'.

"The only interesting people have left, what is the clown doing here?" He took Wilson's glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you still miss your little cat before, and you got tired of it so quickly?"

The clown retorted righteously, "You have to play one-on-one with the little cat. There are too many people now, so it's no fun."

Wilson was noncommittal, "Where's your little girlfriend?"

"Assistant Assistant." The clown corrected him wagging his fingers, and then added with an 'unplugged heartless' face, "I'll forget if you don't tell me, she's stuck too tightly, so I had to tie her to the toilet and wait for you to go back Remember to bring Harley with you~”

"... Men's room?" Wilson asked with difficulty.

"Are you kidding me? Harley is a little girl, how can she go into the men's bathroom!"

I knew it!Wilson gave the clown a vicious look, and quickly told him to go away, out of sight.

Recalling a little bit, it seems that during the time when he was fascinated by Weilan's lecture, Harley fought for the favor for a long time in boredom. It was also at that time that he took Harley Quinn out for a trip, and he seemed to be the only one when he came back. , At that time, I was busy asking about Clark Willan, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

Heartbroken, Wilson sighed heavily as he watched his troubled family farewell to Clark's affectionate hug.

……

Walking out of the Kent house, the gate isolated the hustle and bustle and joy in the house. The clown put his hands in his pockets, tiptoed leisurely, and bounced towards the big tree not far away.

He walked half a circle around the big tree, and then laughed uncontrollably as if he had encountered something extremely funny.His laughing waist was bent deeply, and he let out bursts of breathy laughter. The entire silent night was filled with his laughter, and after an unknown amount of time, he stopped abruptly.

It was as if he had never laughed before, and he stopped and stopped neatly without any aftertaste.

The clown covered most of his face, his pupils looked coldly forward through his fingers, and the air became oppressive.

"Why are you so serious?" The clown raised the corners of his lips and read slowly.

"Not serious." The very familiar voice that has appeared many times in the party answered gently, "I'm relieved."

A flash of lightning split the night sky, and the person standing under the tree was none other than Professor Weilan!

"You really understood that look." The clown snorted proudly, "I knew it, we are the same kind."

As soon as the well-dressed professor came to the door, the clown smelled the same kind of smell, stronger than Batman who was struggling to suppress the darkness and fear in his heart and forced himself to become a vigilante. The Wilson is heavier, it is a very distinct, even fermented smell of the same kind.

That was his favorite, the smell of depravity.

So in the eyes of others, it was just a simple act of jumping off the long table to ask questions beside Wei Lan, but it was actually the first confrontation between them to test each other.The moment their eyes met, they understood each other.So Vilan left early, so Napier followed, so they found each other in an empty park.

Sporadic raindrops fell, and the clown licked his lips in excitement, "You're about to start playing the game." His tone was firm.

Compared with the clown, Weilan is too much like a normal person, maybe because he is proficient in psychology, but he just nodded unhurriedly, "I need someone as good as you to join."

"That depends on whether it's interesting."

Weilan laughed softly, "Superman, Mr. Vigilante who has been getting a lot of attention recently, I think you will be interested."

"I love Batman, are you trying to induce me to empathize with someone else?" The clown said dissatisfiedly, "And it's true that I like games, but I haven't planned to fight against super powers yet."

He doesn't think his "magic" can compare with these things, such as intercepting a train with his bare hands, lifting a falling plane, and even straightening a collapsed building.

"It's not superpowers." Vilan leaned forward and lowered his voice next to the clown's ear, "It's aliens."

The clown's eyes widened.

The rain suddenly became heavier and poured down.

Wei Lan frowned, stood up suddenly, and threw a small knife beside him, which seemed to be a table knife in a banquet.The small knife shot very fast, and ruthlessly penetrated into the tree trunk a few feet away, the blade was even trembling uncontrollably.

"There are always a lot of bugs at night." He looked at the clown and explained, "And don't worry, Mr. Clown, I have a way to turn Superman back into an ordinary person, so do you want to join?"

"That's really... so interesting." The clown's voice was a little trembling, he looked at Weilan, and could hardly hold himself back, "Deal."

"I think we can find a more hidden and safe place to talk about the relevant details?"

"Of course." The clown raised his eyebrows, and held the cold hand extended by the other party.

At the same time, the party was coming to an end, and Clark's request to drive an escort was rejected. Wilson only borrowed two umbrellas and left the Kent home.

Walking into the rain curtain, his brows were hardly loosened, he avoided several puddles along the way, and stood beside a big tree.

"Has it really been discovered?" He pulled out the table knife and removed a small metal thing that looked like a beetle.

He rubbed his ears, sighed, took off the bugging device plugged in his ears, and stuffed the "Beetle" back into his pocket. Wilson sighed, put the matter aside for the time being, and resigned himself to finding the room where there was a universe inside. ' went to the ladies room.