I'm Bateman

"Ding—system 0219 is loading..."

A mechanical sound without any ups and downs suddenly appeared in Bateman's mind, and then there was no more words.

The room of the room with the curtains closed was slightly dark, and the gap that was originally enough for sunlight to pass through was tightly covered by Bateman's intentional closing. In the room, only the computer light screen emitted a gleaming blue light.

Bateman leaned heavily on the swivel chair, the soft leather made his whole body sink, he naturally put his feet on the table, and turned the swivel chair slightly.

The strange mechanical sound did not continue to appear, only the sound of his breathing and the slight sound of the swivel chair rubbing in the whole room.

But Bateman has another voice in his ear, which is very familiar to him, his "own" voice.

"What was that just now? System?" The voice was hoarse as if it had just woken up, and the slightly raised tone was full of puzzlement and surprise—it sounded like the voice of an inexperienced playboy.

Although it was the same voice, Bateman thought he couldn't speak this tone——

"You're Bruce Wayne?" Bateman asked in his head. "The Bruce Wayne who has seven rumored girlfriends and talks about exotic relationships?"

Bateman calmly accepted that he had switched bodies with someone else, and glanced at a piece of news that was open on the light screen of the computer.

"Bruce Wayne's Past Love History Exposed: 7 Rumored Girlfriends, and He Talked about Exotic Love"

This popular post is accompanied by several photos that are sneaky but clear enough. Bateman looks at the person in the picture who is exactly like himself, wearing different but equally expensive clothes in different scenes, Arms different women.

This guy is really - good luck be damned.

Bateman couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

This guy is really lucky to have the same handsome appearance as himself in a parallel time and space.

"Actually—it's eleven girlfriends." The voice over there was quite high-pitched, and he was obviously very proud of it, "The reporter of that news must have insufficient professional ability, so he only counted seven."

"Hmm——" Bateman snorted perfunctorily. He really didn't have any interest in other people's love history, but he still replied politely, "Then you are really powerful, occupying a whole third of the city. news section."

"Is it only a third?" The voice over there seemed a little disappointed, "I thought it would be a full half."

"The other third is about what Batman—a superhero comic wannabe?"

Bateman was still leaning on the swivel chair, browsing the news of the city and said, "Your world is really boring. The media's focus is on this kind of thing."

After confirming countless times that there is no Pierce & Associates in this world, and there is no corporate vice president named Patrick Bateman, Bateman finally calmly accepted the fact that he went to another world.

It never occurred to Bateman whether he was experiencing amnesia or insanity.

Come on, he's Patrick Bateman, flawless Bateman, how could he have anything to do with something like psychosis?

"It's too easy to attract other people's attention, can I blame me?" Bruce dragged his tone, looking innocent, but sitting in front of the light screen at the moment, he was expressionless, and even looked at the information he just queried quickly with some seriousness, But that doesn't stop him from continuing to perform in his head.

"As for Batman—" Bruce sneered, his voice full of disdain, "You mean the cross-dressing cat-eared man who has a transvestite and likes to wear strange costumes?"

"To get people's attention in this way - to be on the same page as him honestly puts me off."

"That's really a pity." Bateman continued, "I'm Patrick Bateman, the original owner of the body you're using now."

"—Hello." Bruce also responded perfunctorily, and just finished reading the information queried on the light screen.

This is an antipsychotic drug mainly used to treat and prevent schizophrenia and hallucinations.

In other words, this Bateman is either a mental patient or a quasi-mental patient.

...well, now my own body, the body of Wayne Corporation's largest shareholder aka Gotham Batman, is taken over by a psychopath.

This is probably the biggest difficulty in his career.

Whether as the president of the Wayne Group, or Batman.

"Ding—loading complete."

The mechanical sound that came from nowhere resounded, pulling Bruce out of his brief thoughts, and also ended the conversation between the two of them.

"Hi, I'm system number 0219, and I'll serve you wholeheartedly."

"You made us change our bodies?" Bateman said quickly, "Hurry up and change us back."

With the presence of Bruce, Bateman didn't curse at this time.

He tried hard to forget the scars he saw on himself in the mirror, but people are like this, when you try to forget something, the more you remember it.

—he couldn't stand it for a moment!

"I can't do what you asked for," the system said.

"Tell me, what do we need to do to get us back."

Bruce said slowly, he knew it was not that simple.

"System 0219 exists to allow the hosts to fulfill their wishes—very simple, as long as you both fulfill your respective wishes, everything will return to normal. After being screened by the main system, your current state is the best way to fulfill each other's wishes. Good way."

Sensing the impatience of the two, the mechanical voice said quickly, "Now let's talk about what your wishes are."

"My wish is for my business card to be the best looking of all."

Bateman uttered the words almost without a pause.

Bruce: ...?

What kind of ghost wish is this?

It seems he wasn't telling the truth, and his wish...

Bruce paused for a moment, quickly thinking about excuses in his mind—ah, sleeping with magazine cover girls seems like a good choice?

"I hope the mental illness can be cured."

As soon as the words in his mind fell, Bruce pursed his lips tightly and stopped making any sound.

Damn, that's not what I wanted to say at all-there's something weird about this system.

Things were suddenly out of his control, Bruce frowned tightly.

He suddenly remembered that last night, after going through the usual night patrol, the group of lunatics who had escaped from Arkham were imprisoned back. Bruce lay on the bed tiredly with the new injuries on his body.

In a daze, I seemed to think, if the guys in Akamli were cured of their mental illness, would they be able to...

What kind of strange wish judgment is this? !

Bruce frowned, suddenly taken aback.

——That is to say, the wish that Bateman said is true?

Does he have a particular preference for business cards? !

Bateman, on the other hand, had a look of pity—even if no one could see it.

What a man, he's actually mentally ill - he's blinded by this perfect face for nothing.

"Now that we have known each other's ultimate goal, let's start the task——Bruce Wayne, your task is to go to the psychological counseling office that you have agreed with Bateman, and Patrick Bateman , your task is to play Wayne's alter ego, Batman, tonight."

The system assigns tasks one by one, completely unaware that my words are like a boulder falling into a calm lake, causing countless splashes.

Bateman: "...Batman? Bruce Wayne?"

Oh hoo, he seems to know something incredible.

Bruce: ...

Bateman: "Cross-dressing man with cat ears? Huh?" His voice was full of teasing.

Bruce: ...

"What's in it for you, System."

Bruce pursed his lips tightly at this moment, looking serious.His most hidden identity was just exposed by something that came out of nowhere, and a psychopath got the information.

In an instant, countless thoughts and plans flashed through Bruce's mind, but the initiative was not in his hands at the moment.

He doesn't like this feeling.

"This is my duty." The system still said mechanically, "Warning, during the completion of the task, the host must not let others know his true identity—"

"Don't move."

An old and deep voice sounded behind Bateman, interrupting the system, and a cold and hard object pressed against Bateman's waist, "Who the hell are you?"

"...unless you find it yourself."

The system's voice paused and added.

The author has something to say: MVP of this chapter: Butler!

感谢在2020-07-2617:51:32~2020-07-3022:50:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Winchester baby, 1 Liuwa;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: ATruffle_, 1 under the night light;

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