I'm Bateman

When Bateman sat on the sofa and slowly took a sip of the hot air from the cup, twenty or ten minutes had passed.

After Bateman followed Bruce's instructions and made the corresponding secret signal that only Bruce and Aff knew, Aff finally believed in this completely unscientific thing.

——The weird villains have already proved that this world is not so scientific.

"So, you need to be Batman at night and do what the Lord usually does?"

Afu put the last dish of dessert on the table, then put down the things in his hand and concluded.

"impossible."

Before Bateman could speak, Bruce's low voice first sounded in Bateman's mind, "System, another way, do you want to watch your host die? Or you didn't intend to bring us back in the first place?" ?”

Bruce deliberately said this kind of malicious speculation, trying to provoke a response from the system that disappeared after warning the two of them not to reveal the matter, but he failed, and the system seemed to be disconnected. The connection between the two.

Bateman shrugged indifferently. He picked up a piece of sweet and took a sip, then looked at Afu: "But obviously, your master doesn't want me to do this, and the dessert tastes good."

The current state of Bateman and Bruce is very strange. The connection between the two is like a phone call. They can hear each other's surrounding voices, but only the other can hear what the two say in their hearts.

Therefore, in this conversation among the three, only Afu could not hear Bruce's voice.

But Afu knew that this was definitely his master's true idea.

——The identity of Batman will not, and cannot be entrusted to a person who has not received any training, and does not even know the details.

But it would be rude to say so bluntly, and Mr. Bateman was a guest at Wayne Manor anyway.

"Perhaps Mr. Bateman could start with Batman's day job," Alfred suggested.

"...Yes." Bruce obviously paused, but he still spoke, and this sudden change in attitude made Bateman raise his eyebrows.

"Daytime? What job?" Bateman asked - he already had a general understanding of Batman, thanks to the overwhelming news about Batman, Batman always appeared at night.

Shouldn't nocturnal bats sleep during the day?

"Maintain the personality of Bruce Wayne. As the chairman of a company, you should go to work now."

A Fu said with a smile, a glass full of milk was added to the tray in his hand at some point, "And, drink this glass of milk."

——This is the master's body after all, no matter who is occupying this body now, it is always right to drink a glass of milk.

Bateman: ? ! !

"Yeah, that's the basic job of being Batman—I mean, basic professionalism."

Hard, fist hard.

The schadenfreude in Bruce's voice made Bateman want to punch him—wait, is punching him in the face now equivalent to punching him—but Bateman didn't make a sound, he He picked up the glass of milk and drank it down, held his breath and waited for the fishy smell to quickly recede, then showed a very standard smile to A Fu.

Although with a trace of stiffness and ferocity.

A Fu nodded with satisfaction: "I will send the clothes you want to wear to your room in five minutes, and the car will be ready at the door in half an hour."

"I still need to go to the company?!"

Bateman's eyes widened, and he pointed to the clock hanging on the wall, "Even if it's almost two o'clock in the afternoon?"

"At least you're going, aren't you?" Alfred said.

Aff's words meant something, and Bruce, who was connoted on the other side, coughed lightly, and he noticed the information in Bateman's words.

"It's almost two o'clock on your side?" Bruce asked.

"One o'clock forty-eight." Bateman reported the exact time.

"So the time in both worlds is the same..." Bruce said.

"Then, this means—" Bateman drew out his voice, "you're going to be late, and the counseling session is at two o'clock this afternoon."

In a sufficiently large office, the desk is placed in the center of the room, and the owner of the room is sitting at the desk flipping through books.

This is a business card folder, and the folder as thick as a dictionary is almost full, and Dr. Hannibal Lecter is slowly flipping through it to find something, as if he didn't care about what should have been at this point at all. The patient did not come, and the cup of warm tea prepared for the patient on the table was almost completely cold from the original state of whistling white smoke.

Finally, he stopped and pulled out a business card from the thick storage folder.

The words "Patrick Bateman, Pierce Associates" were printed on it, and the embedded words were well-typeset, and it seemed that a lot of thought had been put into it.

This is Hannibal's business card storage folder, and it is also Hannibal's ingredient list.

Once it was time to replenish the ingredients, he would open this business card holder and randomly select one as the next ingredient.

But this time, there was one less item on his ingredient list.

Patrick Bateman, he remembered the name, a vulgar and irrational creature met at a high-class dinner party, who thought he could pose as a member of high society by wearing a well-knit suit—Hannibal saw through it at a glance his essence.

But I have to admit that he is indeed excellent as an ingredient.

The deliberately maintained skin makes people appetite greatly from the outside, and the lines on his body can also show that he has never missed exercise in his daily life.

——When a person's heart is boring and boring, Hannibal can always find other advantages.

But unfortunately, he will not be able to become an ingredient in a short time.

He came to make an appointment for counseling, and after the phone call, he was in touch with himself.

Hannibal would not choose this kind of person to kill - he relied on this caution and prudence, no one had doubted him for decades.

However, the ingredients don't have to be served immediately, there are other more interesting things that happen, don't they?

Hannibal looked at the business card in his hand and smiled.

The clock pointed to 02:30, and there was a sudden knock on the door. Hannibal closed the storage folder, threw the business card in his hand into the wastebasket, got up, straightened his suit, and opened the door.

"Hello, Hannibal Lecter." Hannibal introduced himself with a decent smile on his face, as if he didn't feel any grudges because of the other party's lateness, he turned slightly sideways and looked at the person standing at the door.

"Please come in."

The deep voice seemed to be tempting something, and it seemed like a wolf in sheep's clothing was waiting for its prey to take the bait.

The author has something to say: Bruce — Dangerous —

Hannibal -- dangerous --

When these two meet, I really don't know who to call dangerous

Me: Bateman uses various skin care products to maintain his skin every day, and also insists on exercising. It must be very fragrant and delicious. Uncle Ba must be hungry

My friend: ...is it really delicious after being marinated in various chemicals for so long?

I:? ? ? ?

感谢在2020-07-3022:50:20~2020-08-0523:01:06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 threw the mines: bia stumbled and tripped one;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Yishu, rua a mouthful of bat iron, 10 bottles of Chaconne; milk coffee, 1 bottle of Uchiha Feima;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!