Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

Wayne Manor has been as deep as a day for more than ten years. On the front wall of the hall is a group photo of the Wayne couple and Bruce Jr., and the shadows of the surrounding trees completely cover this ancient house. No sound will be left behind, and the old housekeeper who guards the empty house seems more and more lonely and lonely.

But since Bruce returned to Gotham two years ago, the old house has gradually returned to life.

Bruce adopted a boy named Dick Grayson, who just visited Los Angeles with the school's spring camp a few days ago.Now, even the Rumlow siblings are gathering here, which makes Alfred a little uncomfortable.

After many years, Selena still has fluffy and curly blonde hair, but she has long grown into a mature and beautiful Alpha.

Selena didn't come in through the window this time, but broke in through the front door openly, and gave her brother who had been away for many years a fragrant hug.

She is completely dressed like a French woman, with a camel-colored long trench coat, a fitted skirt, pointed high-heeled shoes of moderate height, casual arcs at the end of her hair, and a graceful yet powerful body.

It perfectly interprets the fashion essence of "it seems to be worn casually, but it has been groomed in front of the mirror for more than an hour".

Bullock's sensitive sense of smell sneezed at her perfume.

Before he could say anything, Selena ended the short hug.

It seems that more than ten years have not passed between the two of them, and Bullock just went out and threw a trash and came back.

She sat down on the chair familiarly, took off her coat casually, crossed her long legs, picked up the cookies on the table and stuffed her mouth indiscriminately.

"What is this?" Selena took a sip of water, turned her eyes to the newspaper on the table, and said in distaste: "Why are you being photographed for being so ugly? What has your school taught you for so many years? "

Bullock gestured to Selena's neck and said matter-of-factly, "Show me how to slit your throat in a second."

The movement in Selena's hands stopped, and she became a little interested. She blinked her green cat eyes, glanced at Alfred in the next room, who was ironing Bruce's suit with the half-open door, and said with a smile: "Then What about him? Why don't he find out that you killed me?"

Brock thought for a moment, and said, "I'll choose to do it at night and cover your head with a pillow so he can't hear you struggling and screaming."

"and then?"

"Put a plastic sheet on the ground, cut you into the smallest piece I can handle, and flush it down the toilet little by little, so that even if he hears the sound, he will only think that I have eaten a bad stomach, and finally burn it secretly. blood and everything." Brock shrugged.

Selena burst out laughing. She blew on the food scraps on her hands, and rubbed her skirt unladyily.

"It seems that your school really taught you a lot of useful things," Selina looked at her silly brother, "If it was you when you were young, you would tell me 'why bother to kill everyone who knows Chant.’, brother.”

Bullock was expressionless: "People have to grow up, and they can't be as innocent as they were when they were young."

Selena was full and stood up in a good mood, throwing the empty plate on the table at random, and leaving the chair crookedly in place.

She put on her coat, picked up her bag, and said, "Ah Fu! I'll take my brother and leave first! Tell Bruce that I brought him a gift from Paris and left it at the door. Remember to take it!"

Alfred spoke with an elegant British accent: "Miss Rumlow, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you still amaze me."

Knowing that Alfred was insinuating that she was not educated, Selena was a little happy-she liked to see the old housekeeper hate her but had to deal with her because of Bruce.

"Really? I guess it's because of my charm." After Selena finished speaking, she patted Bullock on the shoulder, and the two walked to the door side by side, "I also prepared a gift for you!"

Alfred looked at their backs and sighed helplessly.

What else could he do?Selena has saved Bruce's life more than once since Bruce decided to sneak out every night to fight crime.

After getting into Selena's car, the two drove all the way back to the rental house where they lived as a child.

In Bullock's mind, this was his first home, and after leaving Maria, the two of them lived a life full of food for the first time here.

The house was cleaned very clean, but the cracked water pipe in the toilet was still dripping water, and a thin layer of dust fell on the furniture. When the sun shines on it, the room looks like golden sand.

Brock pushed open the door, a little puzzled: "You still keep my room?"

Selena was not afraid of getting dirty, so she opened the drawer and said, "I bought this room. Look...here is the revolver you used often when you were a child and your failing report card."

Bullock slowly scanned everything in the room, feeling a little inexplicable in his heart.

It's like a beast that has been fighting outside for a long time has finally returned to its warm and humid cave.

"In three days," Bullock said slowly, "I'm going to New York, and I need to go through entry procedures for my new job."

Selena froze when she took off her high heels, then she smiled, lowered her head and asked, "Is it safe?"

Bullock squatted down, helped her take off her high heels, and raised his head to look at her.

"Not very safe, but...I want to do it."

Selena embraced his head, and the peaceful Alpha pheromone flowed out lightly under the scent of perfume. She hummed lightly and stopped talking.

I actually wish you never grew up so I could carry you around in my pocket, Selena had that little baby face flashing through her head again.

Even though he was still a baby who couldn't speak, Bullock seldom cried. He was just used to howling all night, and she was so annoyed that she wanted to throw this soft little thing to the ground hard.

The two spent the whole afternoon doing nothing, just eating snacks that they couldn't afford when they were young, opened a few cans of beer that were available in the supermarket, and watched boring talk shows.

Until a vagrant on the street knocked on their door tremblingly.

The child looked eight or nine years old, her clothes were dirty and torn, and her exposed wrists and ankles were thin and thin, as if she had been infected with some zombie virus. Only the shining light of a pair of big eyes could prove her identity as a living person.

"Ms. Rumlow..." she said respectfully but timidly, "The Gotham Police Department just issued a warrant for you."

Selena raised her eyebrows, took out a one-hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her, and said, "I see, you can go first."

"They charged you with a murder case." The girl gratefully accepted the money, then turned and left.

"Gotham Police Department?" Bullock stood up from the sofa and shook the beer can, "Didn't you say that you will no longer hang out with the gangs in Gotham?"

Selena was also a little puzzled: "It's true, and I haven't killed anyone for many years."

"The brat?"

Selena: "My eyeliner on the street."

Brock turned around and pulled out the revolver from the drawer, turned the turntable and stuffed a few bullets in, and said with some regret: "I didn't bring a weapon to pass the plane security check, so I'll use this to make do with it."

......

An hour ago, in an apartment on Gotham Fourth Street, the Gotham Police Department set up a cordon outside the house.

Detective Gordon walked into the room alone. He was already a middle-aged man, with obvious wrinkles around his eyes and shallow nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth, but his handsome face when he was young can still be seen in bars. girl's favor.

There was an obvious smell of corpses in the room. A naked/naked male corpse was nailed to the wall by countless throwing knives, and dried dark brown blood spread along the wall to the ground.

Gordon had a headache and sorted out the known information. After a long while, he pressed an old disposable mobile phone in his pocket.

Ten minutes later, the window of the house opened silently, and a huge black bat fell lightly to the ground following the sound of the wind.

A hoarse voice sounded from behind Gordon: "Detective Gordon."

Gordon didn't look back, but just introduced the situation dryly: "The deceased claimed to be Sam Sturgess. After investigation, it was found that it was a false name. He didn't have any items that could prove his identity. He paid the rent for this apartment in cash. "

Bruce stepped forward and carefully observed the condition of the corpse.

The corpse stepped on a small bench and stood upright on it. The eyes were gouged out by the sharp blade, and the incision was very smooth.

Judging from the corpse spots and the degree of decay of the corpse, his death time was roughly five or six days ago.

Gordon pointed to the knife wound on the corpse: "No matter who did it, that person avoided every vital point of the human body. His final cause of death should be excessive blood loss-this can be regarded as a kind of torture."

Bruce pulled out a throwing knife stuck in the corpse, turned it over and took a few glances.

Antique throwing knife, professional grade, the groove is filled with mercury, which can make it fly more stably, but few people still master this technique, even Bruce is an old blacksmith in a remote mountainous area in Europe by accident. learned there.

But these are not the most important.

Bruce's hand brushed over the engraving on the back of the throwing knife - a wide-eyed owl.

Owls, predators of bats.

Bruce's face sank, he inserted the throwing knife into his universal belt, and pulled out a professional forensics tool, scratching the nails of the deceased.

"The victim may have resisted, and the skin tissue under his fingernails may have belonged to the killer," Gordon said. "The police forensic examiner performed tests, but there was no match."

Bruce puts the skin tissue into the analysis kit hidden in the bat glove.

"Run DNA analysis."

The voice of the computer sounded: "The DNA amplification fragment polymorphism detection is running."

Bruce walked around the house and caught a whiff of linseed oil on the concrete floor near the door.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is there a lighter?"

"Ah, yes." Gordon handed Bruce the blue plastic lighter that he bought casually this morning.

"The victim may have used linseed oil to give some information before being killed." Bruce lit the lighter and threw the lighter on the ground.

Two lines of small characters emerged together with the firelight.

[Oswald Copopat and Bruce Wayne are going to die soon]

The computer said coldly and mechanically: "Sir, DNA testing shows that the skin tissue you just submitted for inspection belongs to Selena Rumlow."