[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

"What did you and Jason say?"

Of course Bruce saw the way Grace was whispering to his adopted son just now.

"It's nothing, just encourage him." Grace smiled, she was right in saying that.

Bruce glanced at her, thinking she wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't press further.

He could faintly feel what Grace said.

The two were walking to Bruce's study, and the road was not very far.

Before he had gone far, he heard cat meowing and Alfred's voice, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps.

The two looked at each other, and their steps were faster.

Suddenly at the next corner, a group of black shadows rushed out.

"Oh!" Grace suddenly felt a weight on her upper body.

Pudding was scrambling to hang on to her dress.

Well, it looks like this dress is going to 'end of life' soon.

Grace sighed in her heart, picked up the pudding and hugged it into her arms.

"Sorry to trouble you, Alfred," she apologized.

"It's not a big deal," the old housekeeper shook his head, "it's just that Pudding didn't seem to be a little frightened when he didn't see Miss Grace."

Pudding is indeed holding on to Grace now, looking pitiful.

Pudding was still sound asleep before they ate, and Grace didn't wake him.

Just now Alfred went to deliver homemade cat food to it, but he didn't expect that the pudding had already disappeared.

As a black cat, once pudding blends with a shadow or black part somewhere, it is basically invisible.

Alfred searched for a while before he found Pudding.

And Pudding started to run around very disrespectfully, until he bumped into Grace.

"Naughty." Grace tapped Pudding's nose.

Pudding meowed, and licked Grace's finger, showing no sign of introspection.

"Do you need to bring the pudding's meal?" Alfred asked.

Grace turned to Bruce, asking for his opinion.

After all, we're going to talk about business later, and it seems that Pudding is not good.

"Take it down." Bruce nodded in agreement.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled lightly.

However, next...?

*****

Looking at the empty space underground and the huge display screen, Grace was really a little surprised.

As expected of the Wayne Mansion being built on the hillside, there is actually such a large space underground.

A veritable Batcave.

Pudding has been immersed in the cat meal made by Alfred, and Grace is very worried whether Pudding will start to picky eaters next.

After all, even a person like her with a modest appetite fell in love with Alfred's craftsmanship.

Grace sees a row of glass cabinets containing Batman's uniform.

There are previous uniforms that have been phased out, as well as Robin's uniform.

"Is it okay to just expose this place to me?" Grace asked jokingly, crossing her chest.

Bruce sat in front of the supercomputer without turning his head to look at her: "Will you be against me?"

After hearing this sentence, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Although she knew that this was not his complete trust in her, such words always sounded good in her heart.

After all, if she really had something wrong with Batman, why bother with Bruce.

"I don't think I will." Grace answered the question seriously.

Both of them knew what the other meant, so they stopped spending too much time on this kind of issue.

The super computer was immediately filled with information about the thorn pattern, and Grace stood in front of the computer with a serious expression.

"After you told me last night that you were investigating the pattern of thorns, I did some research."

Bruce said and enlarged a picture, which was a high-definition picture of thorn patterns.

"After I scanned and processed the pattern I got from the object, I got this pattern."

The three circles of thorns are intertwined, not much different from the pattern Grace recognized.

But in the empty space where the three circles of thorns intersect, there is a number - 73 marked.

"This is the pattern on the black box cane." He found the cane from some video materials.

"73..." Grace frowned slightly.

"Do you have anything to say about this pattern?" Bruce asked in a deep voice.

He has never seen this pattern anywhere else, but during his investigation last night, he found four cases of information about this pattern, which are distributed all over the world, not limited to the United States.

Grace organized her language, preparing to explain what happened to her to Bruce.

"I know it sounds absurd," she said seriously, looking him in the eyes, "but please believe me."

Grace started with the madness of her partner Leonard.

Then, the topic was brought to the blonde supermodel Kelly, and finally the black box was mentioned.

"Reynard seemed to be a different person at that time," she said in a low tone, "he is still receiving treatment in a mental hospital."

"It's different for Kelly," Grace frowned again, "She's very normal, she hasn't gone crazy like Leonard, and she doesn't even know what the so-called 'live broadcast' is."

"I could tell she wasn't lying."

"So... I think they are possessed." Grace finally said the guess.

To her surprise, Bruce didn't have a particularly big reaction.

"Don't you... don't you think it's fake?" She asked hesitantly.

Bruce has completely switched to Batman mode, even without the black uniform, he still exudes a low breath.

"No, soul possession is something that can be done," Bruce explained, "for example, by using magic."

Grace stared at him blankly, so does this person believe in non-technical things?

"Don't be so surprised, I know a magician." Bruce felt a little helpless when he saw her expression.

Grace felt that the image she had built for this person today had collapsed.

Although she knows that there are many superpowers nowadays, there are no magicians or gods and ghosts in her concept.

"I'll ask her about possession later, you continue." Bruce also cared about this.

Grace withdrew the surprised expression on her face and nodded, the business was important.

"I think their possession has something to do with the live broadcast," she continued.

"When I asked Kelly what the live broadcast was, she immediately fell into a coma, and when she woke up, she turned back to the original Kelly."

"I don't know if that's true, but livestreaming is a forbidden word for people with thorns."

"I'm also more inclined that they can't let us know that they're live."

Having said that, there was silence between the two of them again.

They all knew what answers would come next.

With a sigh of relief, Grace told Bruce her initial assumption.

There is an unknown organization that will use some kind of possession method to live in place of a certain person.

And use some props for live broadcast, and even have a certain amount of viewers.

However, they leave the possessor's body as soon as exposure becomes possible.

"However, the black box is a completely different situation." Grace rubbed the space between her brows, as if her head was a little dizzy.

The appearance of the black box completely broke her previous guess.

"He disappeared right there." She said with gritted teeth.

She repeated the provocative words from the black box back to Bruce.

Bruce lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and said, "It seems that they have strong secrecy methods to say such things."

"Spatial transfer is not impossible," he comforted, seeing that Grace was a little annoyed by this. "Actually, it can be done as long as the technology is in place."

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, as if...he had already mastered this technique.

Bruce seemed to understand the question in her eyes, and added: "The scientific research team of Wayne Group can't do this yet, but they are developing research."

What kind of gods are your scientific research team...

Grace suddenly felt powerless.

"An organization possesses technology and magic at the same time," she said in a deep voice, "is it possible to be completely hidden from the world?"

"What is the purpose of doing this, for live broadcast?"

"What is the live broadcast? A SEAL, a model, a gangster, these identities are completely different."

"And who are the audiences facing?"

She uttered all the questions in her heart at once, as if she had held back for a long time.

Unfortunately, however, even Bruce couldn't give her the answer.

"I still do not know yet."

Bruce replied calmly, while closing all the data on the supercomputer.

He looked up at Grace who was standing beside him.

"Calm down, don't worry."

Bruce's voice was steady, like a mountain at night.

Grace found herself acting a little anxious. She looked into his blue eyes and gradually adjusted her breathing.

"Sorry," she said, looking down, "I just thought Leonard became like that."

"And our lives are treated as objects of entertainment by others."

Some haze flashed in Grace's eyes.

"It's going to be hard to find out for a while," Bruce said, resisting the uncertainty, "but I'll help."

Grace gave him a slight nod of thanks.

"...but I have a feeling these are just the tip of the iceberg."

Bruce said in a low and slightly hoarse voice.

The author has something to say: I have always felt that Master’s connections and scientific team are a mystery

When watching Superman Justice League, the master even knew the goddess of justice (by the way, the master sang very well in that episode, pointing to station B □ □ 10744497 episode [-])

However, I think the fact that the watchtower can be built in the back has something to do with the Kryptonian technology owned by Dachao

In the next chapter, I should leave the Gotham studio and soon enter the New York studio

The Big Apple is buzzing here, as for when the master will go online again, let's see how he performs!