I'm Bateman

According to the original plan, Bateman should go forward to make friends with Lucius at this time.

But at this time, his goal has been achieved, and for Bateman, Lucius, the tool man, has no value.

When the GCPD swarmed up and subdued the three thugs who threw away their weapons and squatted on the ground, Bateman had already grabbed the claws hanging from the Bat fighter and left here.

He briefly told Bruce what happened tonight—of course omitting his original plan—and then even hung a little relaxed under the fighter plane, taking the opportunity to enjoy the night view of Gotham.

What did the rest have to do with him?

He is not the real Batman, as long as everything is over and he returns to his original body, everything will return to normal.

Bruce frowned on the other end.

What happened tonight is obviously full of strangeness, whether it is three people who came out of nowhere dared to hijack the acting president of Wayne Group successfully, or the person who has the courage to do all this is watching After arriving at Batman, he actually dropped the pick directly...

No matter where you look at it, something is wrong.

"I assume my lord can hear me now—"

"Of course." Afu's voice came from the earphones, and Bateman raised his eyebrows and said.

"The identities of the three people have been identified, and they are Falcone's subordinates." Afu said.

"If Falcone wanted to really attack Wayne Enterprises, he wouldn't send these three people to die. Their goal was not Lucius," Bruce said.

Bateman repeated Bruce's words to Afu, and then touched his chin with one hand: "Then it makes sense, why did they surrender directly when they saw me-their purpose was just to attract Batman? Batman Whether to be arrested after a violent beating or to be arrested directly, as long as you are not a fool, you know how to choose."

"Let Afchat find out what else happened, especially with the Wayne Corporation," Bruce said.

After Bateman finished conveying Bruce's words, the short discussion ended, and Bateman suddenly noticed the rustling sound from Bruce.

"What are you doing?"

Bateman squinted his eyes and asked, trying to make out the sound he heard—it seemed to be bandaging?

Bruce paused as he wrapped the gauze around his hands. His movements were very slight, and he didn't expect Bateman to be able to capture the situation here.

If it wasn't for the first time to get the news of Afu, he would not choose to change the wound while still connected.

There was a fresh wound on his elbow, and the removed gauze was stained with blood.

This pain is not a big problem for him, but at this moment, after all, he is using someone else's body, so he still takes it seriously.

The wound was inflicted on Hannibal.

To be honest, this was a disaster for Bruce.

After an hour of counseling, Bruce got up and prepared to leave here.

During this hour, while Bruce played the role of Bateman very well, he was also constantly testing this gentleman-looking man in front of him.

The purpose of the system asking me to come here is just to do an ordinary psychological consultation?

From the very beginning, Bruce didn't believe that everything was as simple as that, and it was his character to be fully prepared.

But what the other party showed was very ordinary - he looked like a normal psychologist who was better than other professionals of the same profession.

Under the mutual testing of the two, the hour of the appointment passed quickly.

Bruce got up to bid farewell, and was going to find Bateman to make arrangements after leaving here, but when he opened the door, a slightly embarrassed man was standing at the door.

His expression was solemn, and there was nothing unusual about his expression, but Bruce found a slight bloodstain on the corner of his exposed shirt under his ripped and crumpled suit.

Looking at his appearance, these bloodstains did not come from him, and against this background, his expression looked more dangerous at this time.

"Mr. Palmer?"

Hannibal, who was standing behind Bruce, obviously knew the man, and when he saw the man appearing, his voice was a little hesitant: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Dr. Lecter...I gave you a chance...I gave you a chance..."

Palmer didn't seem to see Bruce in front of him, he looked past Bruce, stared at Hannibal behind Bruce, and murmured.

—He's mentally troubled.

Bruce paid attention to Palmer's every move, and stood in front of Hannibal faintly, so he stopped Palmer from going straight towards Hannibal the moment Palmer left.

The two wrestled, and a freshly opened scalpel slipped out of Palmer's sleeve, and Palmer's swing left this scar on Bruce's elbow.

Bruce is proficient in fighting, and Bateman's body has enough strength under his years of training. Bruce kicked the scalpel away in a few strokes, but Bruce was careful enough in the next move. Slight advantage without revealing identity.

Although the situation seemed stalemate, Bruce was sure that the person in front of him could be subdued by him with only five moves.

"Bam—"

There was a sudden sound of the bronze hitting, and Palmer's body suddenly stopped, and then he lost his strength and fell to the side, with blood gushing out from the back of his head.

Hannibal was holding up the bronze horse that was originally a display. His hairstyle had lost its original neatness and delicacy, and was scattered in front of his forehead in a mess. He was dressed roughly, and looked terribly frightened.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of the bronze horse. When Hannibal found Bruce's sight, he realized that he let go of his hand as if he had touched something hot, and the sound of the bronze falling to the ground broke. There was a sudden silence in the house.

Bruce ignored the still bleeding cut on his elbow and got up quickly to check for Palmer's breathing and then his pulse.

It's too late.

"I—I had to..."

Hannibal took a heavy breath, he hesitated, and then said with difficulty, "Otherwise..."

These words seemed to have exhausted his last strength, Bruce was silent for a moment, and looked up at him: "It's not your problem, Dr. Lecter, I——help me bandage it."

Bruce raised his bleeding hand, and Hannibal seemed to have just noticed it, and he hurried to bring the home first aid kit.

"Your approach is very professional."

Seeing Hannibal bandaging skillfully, Bruce said.Bruce has encountered this situation many times, but it is rare for a psychiatrist to be so skillful.

"I used to be a surgeon."

Hannibal said, there was still some tremor in his voice, but it could be seen that he was trying to restrain the feeling, and the movements of his hands were steady.

"Then why, I mean—how did you choose to be a psychiatrist?"

Bruce asked, provoking a topic at this time can divert people's attention and calm down, and this is also the best time to test a person.

Hannibal's hand paused, and Bruce observed Hannibal's facial expression calmly. It was obvious that he seemed to recall something bad, but he quickly covered up his facial expression, revealing A helpless smile: "Psychiatrists can also save their own patients, can't they?"

People often show their truest side when they are vulnerable, but Bruce knows that people who are proficient in hiding themselves will not make mistakes at this time-after all, he is such a person himself.

Bruce couldn't deny the side Hannibal was showing at the moment.

He still doesn't know whether Hannibal's action at that time was really because the situation was too dangerous and he missed to save himself, or for some other reason, but at this moment, Hannibal is also a victim.

The FBI came very quickly. They inspected the entire room to collect evidence. Special personnel separately questioned Hannibal and Bruce about what happened, and recorded and filed.

Bruce learned that Palmer was the murderer of a serial murder case in the hands of the FBI and was also a former patient of Hannibal, but he had been transferred to other psychiatrists by Hannibal.

Bruce told the FBI the truth about what had happened. They were in self-defense. Facing the serial murderer, they were lucky to have survived—this is how the FBI police comforted him.

After the questioning was over, Bruce and Hannibal were sitting on the sofa in the room together. A man with curly hair who was not wearing the uniform of the FBI walked over quickly and looked at Hannibal worriedly.

"Will." Hannibal nodded to him, indicating that he was fine. His expression revealed a little tiredness, but there were no injuries on his body, which made Will feel relieved.

"This is Patrick Bateman. He saved me today. Without him, I don't know what would have happened today." Hannibal introduced Bruce to him, and then said to Bruce: "This is Will Gray Humm, FBI Special Agent, my—friend."

Will nodded at this moment, greeted Bruce silently, he pursed his lips, and said "thank you".

It seemed that this FBI special agent was not so sociable, and Bruce also greeted silently.

"If today's incident has affected you, I can introduce you to other counselors. Believe me, they are equally good. I will pay for the expenses. Of course, if you still trust me, you can make an appointment for next week. Of course it's also free."

Hannibal looked at Bruce and said sincerely.

——I completed the task of the system, but my body did not change back immediately. The purpose of the system to let me come is to save Hannibal?Or does he really have the extraordinary ability to heal the mentally ill?

No matter what the reason is, Bruce would not choose to change the psychiatrist now, he shook his head: "It is very important to choose someone who gets along well with me, especially for the psychiatrist, I think I have made the best choice gone."

On the way home, Bruce was going to investigate Hannibal Lecter's information.

A serial murderer, after completing another tragedy, the first thing he came to was his former psychiatrist?And the "I gave you a chance" he said in his mouth, which made Bruce feel that this matter seemed a bit complicated. It was not as it is now, the murderer died in the victim's self-defense, and the case was so simple to understand.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and what happened in Gotham seemed more urgent-a deeper conspiracy was hidden behind a plan to turn the tiger away from the mountain.

"Are you bandaging a wound?"

Seeing that Bruce didn't answer, Bateman asked.

Bruce paused for a moment, avoiding the topic—he didn't need to know these things, and the injury might be completely healed by the time the two returned.

"We need to talk." Bruce said in a deep voice, whether it was about Gotham, or the bottle of mental medicine that Bruce found, or an appointment with a psychiatrist.

And Bruce's evasive attitude made Bateman think of the scars and dark scars criss-crossing his body now-did he do the same to his body? !

Bateman pupil earthquake.

This damn mental illness!

Seeing that Bateman didn't answer for a long time, if it wasn't for Bateman's faint wind, Bruce almost thought that Bateman had cut off the link between the two of them again, and he said, "What are you thinking."

Bateman: "I was thinking about the fastest way to kill a person socially."

Bruce:?

Bateman: "Just go naked where the most people are - I think downtown Gotham is a good choice."

Bruce was silent for a moment, he didn't know why Bateman said this out of the blue, but he shot back.

Bruce: "I can do the same. Do you want to choose one of Wall Street and New York Square?"

Bateman: ...

Bateman: "No, you can't, you're a billionaire, you can't do that."

Bruce: "Actually, I can. You can ask Alfred about what I did in the seven years I left Gotham."

Bateman: ...

Bateman: "You're right, we need to talk."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and asked something he'd wanted to know from the beginning.

"Why did you make an appointment with a psychiatrist, I mean, do you need some kind of treatment? I saw a bottle of medicine in your house."

Even if Bruce had perfected the character design of "Bateman" at Hannibal, all of this was just his speculation, and the medicine bottle in the room - he didn't find any corresponding case information, nor did it Other clues can tell Bruce what's wrong with Bateman.

Bruce decided to ask Bateman himself, "This is very important. It is related to whether the two of us can get our bodies back."

Bateman's voice paused: "...Oh, did you mean Dr. Lecter? Recently, it's popular for colleagues to see a psychiatrist. He was recommended to me by colleagues."

Bruce: ...?

Bateman: "As for the pill bottle—it's calcium tablets. I need to take some calcium tablets for my daily exercise. I just use that bottle."

Bruce:? ? ?

What's wrong with this man? ? ?

The author has something to say: Bateman - a strange man who is not sick for a while but seems to be sick everywhere

And later Bateman will unlock a new skill: psychosis! (bushi)

I need a little inspiration, right away [shock sound]

感谢在2020-08-1313:13:37~2020-08-1611:24:08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 grenade: 1 Liuwa;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 big blue bird from Krypton's fairy tale;

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