I'm the villain in Gotham

Downstairs sirens sounded.

The League of Assassins made a lot of noise, or other residents called the police. In short, the speed of the police coming was not too slow.

Thinking that there were two ninjas in Sherlock's living room, Batman took out his bat hook gun and returned to the luxuriously decorated suite.But unexpectedly, when he stepped on the floor with both feet, he found that the two ninjas had disappeared.

Watson and Lestrade were still standing there, barely changing their postures. Sherlock was already curled up on the sofa wrapped in a coat, and rolled his eyes when he saw him: "Why did you just come back? I'm about to be frozen died."

Batman silently glanced at the large piece of broken glass behind him that was whizzing and leaking air, but didn't make a sound.

...seems to be partly his fault.

But it doesn't matter, Wayne Enterprises will buy this hotel tomorrow, and Bruce Wayne will compensate for the loss.

Sherlock seemed to just want to complain, and didn't point to him to answer.He stretched his long legs, stood up from the sofa, walked to Batman and stood still in two steps, and put his hands in his coat pockets reservedly, but the expression on his face still revealed his expectation: "How about it, have you Ask why she came to kill me?"

Batman: "..."

Although I have seen it from various materials, I am also mentally prepared.

But Sherlock Holmes is indeed not a normal person.

He was not even afraid of life and death, and all his attention was focused on the truth. Even if someone came to kill him, his first reaction was not to run away or fight back, but to think about what the motive behind the other party represented.

While he might not be gregarious as a person—it can be seen in the few relationships he has—he's pretty good as a detective.

Batman thought for a moment calmly, and instead of answering Sherlock's question, he asked, "Where did those two ninjas go?"

"Oh, they were taken away shortly after you left," Sherlock said. "It seems that the same gang took them, but they didn't come to kill us, which is quite strange."

Lestrade's face was indescribable: "...do you still want them to come and chop you?"

Watson covered his forehead: "If this is strange, then I hope they will be even more strange."

Hearing this, Batman was stunned for a moment, then quickly clicked a few times on the microcomputer on the arm armor, and got the information he wanted as he wished.

"Before the Assassins

The League wanted to kill you because someone paid you for your lives," Batman said in a low and hoarse voice, "and just now, this deal was cancelled. "

"Cancelled?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to know why," Watson rubbed his forehead again: "I just hope that such exciting things won't happen again in the future."

"Come on, John." Sherlock said very firmly and clearly: "You like these exciting events the most, otherwise we can be together for so long?"

Hearing this, Batman couldn't help but look at the two of them more.

"No, that's not it." Watson said, "That's not what he meant. Please don't think too much about it."

Lestrade said: "...Isn't it?"

Watson wanted to say something more, but Sherlock said first: "Given the facts between you and the fat man, I don't think you have the position to talk about the two of us, Greg."

Lestrade: "What???"

"Oh, he doesn't seem to have made it clear, sorry." Sherlock said without apology: "Let my dear brother explain it to you when we return to London."

Lestrade: "???"

Sherlock ignored the question marks from the Inspector of Scotland Yard, and asked Batman again: "Why did the man who paid the League of Assassins to kill me change his mind?"

Batman said: "It's not clear yet, but it is certain that it has something to do with the ogre you are currently tracking."

Sherlock said: "It seems that you have also learned about the ogre case?"

Batman said in a deep voice: "The Hannibal Lecter you are visiting tomorrow is very likely to be the murderer who is being tracked down. I suggest you give up this temptation."

Watson said in surprise, "You think it's him too?"

"Of course, he's also a detective, John, obviously." Sherlock said, "But I refuse. I've been looking forward to seeing this murderer for a long time."

Batman had already guessed his reaction, so he didn't speak again.

Sherlock, on the other hand, looked at Batman up and down with great interest, his tone was low and fast, almost talking to himself, and he had obviously entered the reasoning mode: "The weapons and equipment on your body are all custom-made and expensive; you His hacking skills are very superb, he was able to hack into the system of the League of Assassins, and apparently also invaded the monitoring of the entire city of Gotham; he is agile and flexible in using weapons... There are not many people who can combine these in one body, who are you?"

Batman looked at him quietly, silent and did not speak.

At this time, a burst of well-trained footsteps

The sound came quickly from the corridor outside the door.

Realizing that Batman won't answer him again, Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh, spoiler."

With a strong kick, the door was kicked open by the police, and Gordon led the police in a file.

Then he caught off guard and exchanged glances with Batman standing by the window, and immediately froze in place.

Batman took advantage of the short moment of his stupor and jumped out of the window. The cloak quickly stretched and straightened in the air, disappearing into the dark night sky like a pitch-black bat.

All the police officers were silent for a few seconds before someone murmured: "God...God, he is real."

Gordon, who had already seen a Gotham legend, was relatively calm. He quickly calmed down and asked Sherlock, "Is he here to attack you?"

"On the contrary, Sheriff." Sherlock tilted his head slightly: "He resisted the attack for us."

"I can testify, Jim." Lestrade added on the side: "There were some ninjas before..." He roughly stated the whole story: "In short, he saved us."

After listening, Gordon did not speak.

He looked at the direction where Batman left and thought silently, it seems that Gotham has another nightcrawler in the dark.

I just don't know what kind of changes this incident will bring to the current Gotham.

Maybe better, maybe worse.

He hoped it was the good side.

……

Bruce attended the morning meeting on time for the first time today, which surprised all the high-level executives who had prepared for the delay.

Then something that surprised them even more came—Bruce Wayne didn't sit for long, and expressed his desire to acquire Gotham City Hotel.

"Uh, it can be, but why, Mr. Wayne?" A middle-aged male executive asked: "The style of this hotel is not new, and its performance is not as good as every year, even if it is indeed a Gotham City hotel. One of the landmarks — and that’s its only saving grace in my opinion — but our Wayne Building is just as good, if not better.”

Bruce turned his gaze to him, his blue eyes seemed to contain countless sparkling sapphires, and there was a sweet smile on his handsome face, which made everyone in the room stunned for a moment.

Then they heard the young, handsome chairman say in his soft and sweet voice, "Because I like that chandelier in the lobby on the first floor."

Everyone: Oh, so it's because of the chandelier.

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "??

? ”

The male executive who spoke just now said in an unbelievable voice: "Because of the chandelier?!"

Bruce nodded.

Male executive says: "...you're going to buy the whole building just because you like chandeliers??!"

"Is there a problem?" Bruce said in a matter-of-fact voice. "I have money. The money for the hotel is out of my personal funds, and I just need you guys to help me with this."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Damn it, they cursed inwardly.What he said was so reasonable that they had no reason to refute it.

...the damn rich! ! !

After the meeting, Bruce followed Wayne Enterprises' president and technical director, Lucius Fox, to his office.

"Your speech today was really impressive, Mr. Wayne." Lucius said as he walked.

"Wow, thank you for your compliment." Bruce shrugged: "I really like that chandelier."

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Lucius said, "Then what are you looking for me for today? Although I am the technical director of Wayne Enterprises, I should not be able to make exactly the same chandelier."

"Don't worry Lucius, I didn't come here today to ask you to make a chandelier." Bruce said, "I liked the car you made last time, so this time...can you make a plane for me?"

Lucius paused: "...Airplane?"

"Yes, the plane." Bruce nodded, as if he didn't realize how outrageous and unreasonable his request was: "It needs to have the same sensor system as the car last time, which can be remotely and automatically controlled, and can be precisely controlled. It can also be recovered accurately... In terms of speed, I need to reach Mach 7.9, which is the highest known so far, which is the same as the Quin-jet fighter of S.H.I.E.L.D., is that possible?"

Lucius stopped and leaned on the table behind him: "Look, Mr. Wayne, although I am not unable to meet your requirements..." He thought for a while, looked at Bruce and said, "But, are you At least tell me, what's the point of you asking me to make these things and not telling anyone else?"

Bruce said, "I want to take it to an air competition."

Lucius said: "The last time you asked me to build that car, you also said that you would participate in a competition, but I haven't heard of any racing track that has a star champion sports car that far exceeds the performance of all sports cars currently on the market. .I heard that one appeared on the road in our city, but it was driven by a black

gentlemen. "

He looked into Bruce's eyes: "before you let me do things, shouldn't you talk about your real purpose?"

Bruce looked back at him.

After a while, Bruce said, "The reason why you haven't seen me win any races is because I think Gotham is a racing track, Lucius."

"...Okay, Mr. Wayne." Lucius was silent for a while, nodded, and took out a tablet: "Could you please explain your needs again? I am an old person, and I may not remember everything fully. There might be something missing."

Bruce smiled unconsciously.

After he explained all his needs clearly, he remembered one more thing: "By the way, Lucius, how is the anti-brain domain intrusion helmet I asked you to make before?"

"It's still under development, you have to be patient, Mr. Wayne." Lucius said, "But I'm quite curious, Mr. Duck's attainments and research in this area are deeper than mine, why don't you let him help? As far as I know, your relationship is pretty good."

Bruce was silent for a while, and said with a natural expression: "It seems that he is researching something, and I don't really want to disturb him at this juncture."

"I see." Lucius nodded: "But with all due respect, Mr. Wayne, sometimes the more you don't want to disturb him, the easier it is for him to get into trouble."

Bruce frowned: "You seem to have some deep meaning in what you said."

"It's just an old man's experience," Lucius said. "Of course, the final approach is up to you personally."

……

Although they were attacked at night, Sherlock and Watson met Dr. Hannibal Lecter the next day as they wished.

Harvey, still ignorant of his other identity as a psychiatrist, invited three people to sit down in his reception room, and sat down on another single sofa himself.

He introduced to two groups of people:

"Hannibal, these two are Sherlock Holmes and Mr. Watson."

"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Watson, this is my psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter. His ability is very outstanding. I think if you want to hire a psychiatrist for your brother, he is very suitable. gone."

Sherlock and Hannibal shook hands peacefully and friendly.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Sherlock flashed a smile. "Aren't you surprised that John and I are still alive, Mr. Lecter?"

Watson next to him didn't expect him to be so direct from the beginning: "???"

Wait, didn't we agree to come and test it out, why are you so reckless!

Harvey on the side: "???"

What the hell? ? ?

Hannibal was also taken aback by Sherlock's words, with just the right amount of doubt on his handsome face: "Sorry, Mr. Holmes, what are you talking about?"

"It seems that you didn't hire those killers," Sherlock ignored his question and affirmed his speculation: "But you know that someone is coming to kill us, you are not surprised by what I said, but today you saw us You looked very surprised when you saw it—which shows that you thought John and I should have died last night."

Sherlock showed a cute smile: "That is to say, you know the person who hired a murderer to kill us, right?"

Harvey on the side: "..."

Harvey on the side: "???"

What are you talking about? ? ?

The author has something to say: Before we go, Sherlock: let's try it out

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Harvey: What the hell?Who am I, where am I, what are you talking about? ? ?

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