The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Dizziness, fall, loss, sinking...

It's like falling into the vortex of the deep sea, everything is involuntary, the eyes are getting darker and darker, and the hand can't hold the warm touch more and more.Finally, the eyelids closed down, covering the last ray of light, and the palms of the hands were suddenly empty, losing the last warmth.

"Batman!"

Wilson opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up. He looked at his empty palms, and there was no sign of Batman.

He clearly remembered that before he was sucked into the sky, he grabbed his hand in a hurry. In this situation, after entering the vortex, he was probably pulled by the suction of the churning. He couldn't resist letting go, but he didn't know the current situation of the other party. How, and where did it fall.

The wind was not blowing softly, bringing a strange fragrance of flowers. Wilson looked forward subconsciously, and a buzzing bee flapped its wings and flew out of a bright yellow spiral hive on the ground, drawing The character horoscope landed on the tip of his nose.

His gaze gradually converged towards the center, and just before it became cross-eyed, the bee suddenly flew up again, turned gracefully in mid-air, turned its butt towards him, and flew away slowly.

Mr. Bee did not play cards according to common sense, and Wilson was caught off guard.He watched helplessly as the bee circled around him and finally landed on a strange flower.

That flower, without a stem, just bloomed bare on the ground, but it made him feel a strange sense of familiarity.

It can be said that from the moment Wilson opened his eyes, everything in front of him stimulated his nerves, and the lingering sense of familiarity told him every moment that he had been here before.

Memories from long ago come rushing back, not the years of training with the old man, nor the years of struggling alone after leaving the regeneration pool, nor the more distant ones, the wonderful time spent in the mountain cabin when he existed as a scientist time.

It was a little later, when he accidentally fell into the trap of the big devil Maxwell, and struggled to survive on the deserted island of the mainland for three years.

This world is full of dangers everywhere, lacking clothing and food, and there is no one alive except him. During that time, he was diligently farming the land and raising bees, accompanied by yaks and wild boars, and avoided hunting dogs and giant beasts. Barely survived for three years, but how long can I survive now that my right hand is broken?

Not to mention Batman, who was thrown away, seriously injured, and unable to act alone.

That guy is not like himself, only his right hand is injured, his limbs are twisted, his ribs are broken, and there is probably no place on his body that can move except his fingers. If there is no one to guard and help him, he may not be able to survive even a day in this world.

He must find each other as soon as possible.

Wilson patted the dust off his clothes and stood up.

He has lived in this world for three years, and he still understands many rules, such as avoiding bees and cows in heat in spring, avoiding the unstoppable heat in summer, being as busy as ants moving in autumn, and trying to find a place to live in winter. There is never enough food and the freezing cold.

Spring and autumn are relatively easy, but now it seems that he should be in the safest autumn with the most food.

Wilson heaved a sigh of relief, picked up a radish from the ground, wiped it on his clothes twice, and gnawed on it.

After all, you have the strength to work when your stomach is full, right?

Regarding Bruce's position, Wilson made some speculations. Although he had fallen into a coma at the time, he still had a somewhat vague impression. He only let go after holding on for a long time, so he should not be too far away from him.So he planned to search around the landing point first to see if he could gain anything.

Before that, though, he had to fix his right arm.

His right hand was broken, and the bones were seriously misplaced. To heal, he had to do splints, but right now he didn't have the capital for technological manufacturing, so he couldn't do it with wooden boards or ropes.After dragging his arms for a few steps, Wilson had already begun to think about whether he could break a few branches and fix them with cloth strips, which would be of some use.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as an unparalleled road. Before taking two steps, Wilson saw a leg bone with sharp eyes. He ran over a few steps, pushed aside the grass covering it, and indeed saw a skeleton!

As I said before, there are indeed no living people on this deserted island, but there is no shortage of human and animal bones. Although no one told him, Wilson guessed that these belonged to ordinary people who were sent by Maxwell in the past and eventually died of various crises. people.

There are too many deadly things, heavy rain, sun exposure, cold, hunger, poisonous spiders, oxen in heat, hunting dogs sneaking up, crazy tentacles...anything can kill a person, who knows what this skeleton is because of?

But that's not the point. The point is that there are several templates and ropes scattered around the corpse, as if they were just prepared for him!

Wilson was overjoyed.He sat cross-legged on the ground, first placed three boards on the rope one by one, tied a knot to fix them, then carefully pinched his own broken bones, placed them on the boards smoothly, and finally spun the rope around his arms a few times , Tighten the tie, and a simple splint is completed.

Wiping off a layer of cold sweat from his forehead, Wilson chose a direction and embarked on a journey to find Bruce.

He picked up a few flints along the road, broke off a few branches, made a stone ax with a few strokes, ran into a small forest and started cutting.It's a pity that one hand is weak, and the stone ax is not durable. After cutting down two, the saved wood will give him a sense of security.

Put the wood into the unscientific self-contained backpack, pull out another six or seven radishes, and pull down more than two dozen bunches of berries, and the plain with tender green vegetation has come to an end.The scenery in front of Wilson changed, and then he stepped into a golden prairie.

Half a person's tall golden hay can be seen everywhere, and he cut a lot, and made a few improvised torches to ensure that the night would not be swallowed by darkness, and finally had the opportunity to put all his energy into searching for Bruce.

He called Bruce's name, and while walking, he set up a trap he made at random beside the rabbit hole, then calculated the distance, walked around the grassland along the coast, turned a corner and changed direction, and continued to search.

I walked half a circle around the landing point, but unfortunately, I still found nothing.

It was getting dark, and when he even began to doubt whether Bruce was really thrown into this world like him, he was suddenly staggered by something and almost fell headfirst.

Wilson blinked, suddenly realizing something.

He slowly squatted down, brought the torch closer to the pile on the ground, and sure enough, he saw the familiar black cloak and the foul mask with pointed ears.Putting his fingers to the end of Bruce's nose, the warm breath made him feel relieved, and he fell to the ground without breaking away.

After a day of hard fighting and a day of fear, he finally calmed down. Wilson lit a bonfire beside him, extinguished the torch, and finally got a short respite.

The picked berries are roasted one by one, and the fragrance floats far away, stimulating the taste buds of those who smell it.Maybe it was too hungry, or maybe it was too long to sleep, Bruce groaned, and finally woke up.

A bright red fruit touched his lips, and the unique delicate touch of the fruit nourished his dry and cracked lips. He opened his lips subconsciously and swallowed the fruit in one gulp.

"..." His face contorted for a while, and Bruce's eyes finally opened completely. He pursed his lips and stiffened for a long time before protesting dryly, "It's so sour."

"There is no cooking pot for the time being, and the food is not very delicious. Let's make do for a while. When I find the mining area and dig a few pieces of gold, I will build a scientific instrument, set up a pot, and then raise a few pigs and plant a piece of rice. Berries, we won't have to worry about business until winter at least."

"Why do you seem so familiar with this place?" Even though Bruce was seriously injured, it was only his body that was damaged, not his brain. After listening to Wilson talk for a long time, it became more and more certain that there was something wrong with him.

Wilson blinked quickly a few times, and then looked at him solemnly, "I still have some leftover boards and ropes, although you have too many injuries, it is not enough, but it is still enough to fix the ribs first, if there is a delay Without treatment, stabbing the lungs is not good."

Although you speak so seriously, aren't you actually changing the subject?

Batman pursed his lips, but didn't spit out this sentence after all.He actually has some guesses about the current situation. Although he has not experienced it, he has dabbled in the theory of parallel spaces, and the current situation is probably like this.Although he didn't understand why there were so many unreasonable plants here, and why Wilson was so familiar, he didn't have to get to the bottom of it, especially when he was seriously injured and his life could not be guaranteed.

He had to live first, talking about other things.

Allowing Wilson to take off his mask and shirt, Bruce thought of it with his bare upper body exposed.

Wilson squatted beside Bruce, carefully fixing his bones. Thanks to his skilled skills, the scarce resources can be fully utilized without any waste, and will be enough.The chest was tied up, and finally wrapped with Batman's black cloak to prevent it from shifting, and most of the night had passed.

Wilson planned to go farther tomorrow to try his luck. If he could dig or pick up gold, all resources would be easy to talk about; Bruce looked down at his chest, recalling how much of the weapon he brought was still usable. , how much refitting is required.The two people who were thinking about it didn't realize that there was a sudden rustling sound in the grass beside them, and a big hairy leg with a thick forearm and covered with black barbs...