I'm Bateman

—What the hell is this place?

Bateman sat up straight from the big soft bed, his cobalt blue eyes were still a little dazed after waking up, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look around.

As Bateman got up, the quilt slid down softly and fell on his lap. The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and sprinkled on the quilt decorated with gold threads. The cool temperature made everything just right .

Everything is in the most comfortable state, but the only person in the room who can enjoy it all frowned nicely.

What the hell is this place? !

From the furniture to the decoration, this room exudes an ancient and luxurious atmosphere, as if it is the residence of a big family with a long history.

But here also has advanced technology, the huge screen facing the bed and countless convenient technology products at your fingertips show the noble identity of the owner here.

Bateman tried hard to recall what he had done yesterday, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was not his apartment in the center of New York, although it was also extremely expensive, but it was far less than here.

But soon, Bateman had no time to recall.

As the consciousness gradually became clear, the pain that came from nowhere was insignificant at the beginning, and now it filled the limbs and bones, and spread to the nerve endings.

And a tearing pain came faintly from the abdomen, which seemed to be caused by the scars left by the flesh being cut open by a sharp weapon.

After realizing this, Bateman came to his senses completely. His pupils shrank slightly, and he lifted up his pajamas almost instantly, and looked down at his abdomen.

The white bandage was neatly and delicately wrapped around the waist, and the red traces oozing faintly showed what was hidden under the bandage.

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When did my body suffer this kind of grievance?

He, Patrick Bateman, a Wall Street elite, usually lives a life consistent with his identity. He has to go through ten procedures for skin care alone, and the management of his body is even more delicate and strict.

How could he allow others to leave even a trace on his flawless body? !

And then, he found that the touch of his fingers stroking the bandage was a little different from usual. He raised his two hands to his eyes, turned them over and carefully looked at these now unfamiliar hands.

They are still white and slender, with well-defined joints, but the hands are obviously not carefully maintained-there are calluses of different thicknesses in different parts, which cannot be done in a day or two or a few months.

— This is not my body.

Bateman was determined.

At this moment, his attention was no longer on this strange room, he quickly got out of bed, and hurried to the bathroom connected to this bedroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Bateman looked at himself reflected in the mirror.

If it weren't for those cobalt blue eyes that were different from his own light gray eyes, Bateman would almost think that nothing had happened.

But Bateman was confused by his identical appearance except for his eyes. He frowned, took off his nightgown, and took off the bandages in circles.

The body hidden by the bandages was gradually revealed in front of Bateman's eyes. Several scars and dark marks criss-crossed. Some of them were very light in color and looked old, while the latest one was the part of the abdomen that was still aching. The wound has almost healed, leaving only a clearly visible mark.

"What the--what the hell is going on?!"

This is my own body that is full of countless scars and dark marks, and the skin has not undergone maintenance at first glance? !

The words trembling and cold are not enough to reflect Bateman's state at this time.

"Master, congratulations on using up all the bandages in Wayne Manor in just a few days—should I buy a new batch of bandages?"

The door of the bedroom opened at some point. An old man with silver hair was wearing a decent suit, standing straight at the door, holding a plate full of food in his hand, looking at the person who was caught by the door. The bandages Bateman threw on the ground and the unhealed wounds on his body were full of disapproval in his eyes.

"I'm not your master!"

Bateman, who was already on the verge of collapse, couldn't care about anything else, he took a deep breath and said.

Alfred swore that he had never seen Bruce with such an expression and tone, if it wasn't for the familiar scar on the person in front of him - that brand new wound that hadn't fully healed was stitched up by himself - he almost thought it was something People replaced their masters.

But... so many unscientific things have happened in this world, it is not impossible.

"Who are you?" Afu suddenly became alert.

"Iam Bateman. (I'm Bateman.)" Bateman frowned and turned his head, looking at this strange old man with cobalt blue glasses and introducing himself.

Afu's expression suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Bateman with more kind eyes: "Yes, sir, I know you are Batman (Batman)."

Just be happy!

Immediately afterwards, Afu put the tray in his hand on the table in the bedroom, turned around and went out the door, not forgetting to close the door intimately. This series of actions confused Bateman.

Does he... know me? !

Bruce looked at himself in the mirror and narrowed his eyes.

He wore a bath towel around his waist, was bare/topless, and looked at his skin carefully.

Without any scars, the skin is as delicate as a newborn baby - this is what he summed up from the countless bottles and jars stacked on the sink.

There are no calluses on the hands from practicing and using various weapons, and there are no scars on the body from fighting with the lawless criminals.

——This is not my body, even if the person in the mirror is exactly the same as me except for the color of the eyes.

Bruce looked at his light gray eyes in the mirror and said firmly.

This is a relatively large apartment, and because it is located in the center of Manhattan, the most prosperous area in New York, it shows that the people who live here must be from relatively well-to-do families.

But only moderately rich.

It never occurred to Bruce that he was experiencing amnesia or insanity, for whatever reason.

The insights and knowledge in my mind are completely inconsistent with the people who live here. This cannot be explained by insanity or multiple personalities.

——Could it be that group of superhuman criminals?

Have you swapped bodies with someone who looks exactly like you?

Bruce wasn't worried that the person who switched into his body would discover his secrets—the connection between the Batcave and Wayne Manor was very secret, if a person who knew nothing about it lived in Wayne Manor, what could he do? Only wealth is found.

And that's the last thing Bruce cares about.

What's more, Bruce believed that Afu, the old housekeeper he trusted most who raised him since he was a child, would be able to detect the strangeness of that "self" at the first time and control him.

So Bruce continued to inspect the apartment with confidence at this time.

The people living in this apartment have extremely strict living habits. The room is large, but there is not much furniture, leaving a large open space, and every item is neatly placed where it should be. Not a trace of misplacement.

It looks very tidy, and it doesn't look like a place where a person lives, but more like a room specially used for exhibitions.

And Bruce also found two items.

A business card holder, and a small medicine box.

Inside the card case was a stack of business cards that said "Patrick Bateman, Pierce & Associates, Vice President."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, then looked at the small pill box.

The name and function of the medicine are written on the small medicine box, and this small medicine box is placed in the most convenient position, and the medicine inside is not full.

This is a box of medicines designed to suppress mental illness.

——The owner of this body is a psychopath, or a potential psychopath?

Bruce frowned, thinking of the lunatics in Arkham.

He tried to call Wayne Manor or Wayne Group, but they all showed empty numbers.

Bruce realized that something was wrong, he turned on the computer, spent 3 minutes to crack the password of the computer, and then opened the search page.

【Gotham】(Gotham)

He typed this line of letters in the search box and pressed the Enter key.

"Gotham, the nickname of New York City, comes from the literary magazine "Hodgepodge" founded by American short story writer Washington Irving."

Just this short introduction and nothing else.

The city that is deep in the dark quagmire, but still has its unique beauty, the city that I regard as a treasure, as if it has never appeared in this world.

The author has something to say: ●Before reading ●

1. Bateman is from "American Psycho". The actor Bell is the actor of the second generation Bat, so the two look exactly the same

2. I like Bateman, basically it has nothing to do with the movie, the characters let themselves go

3. This is a light-hearted article with a plot. It is written for fun, so don’t study it carefully~

++++By the way, Amway will pay in advance++++

"[Comprehensive British and American] Investigators' Ten Thousand Escapes"

Witcher, bookseller, psychiatrist...

A character card is a life. Salor plays any role, walks in the world, and is involved in one adventure after another.

Salor is an investigator, and his Keeper is the guy in his head who calls himself the System.

But as an investigator, Salor often ended up tearing the card (death of the character he played).

Salor: Ask... It's not a big problem, let's fight again in the next vest!

#And he took his salary and burned himself to become the light of dawn. #

●Reading Notes:

1. Vest script, escape from death

2. Comprehensive Marvel, DC

3. It's the top work of the running group, it doesn't matter if you don't know the running group, read it as a system text!