I'm the villain in Gotham

Bruce sat in front of the supercomputer with dark eyes: "Ah Fu, I don't think something is right about today."

Alfred said slowly: "With all due respect, master, nothing has been right since you started your night work."

"No, Ah Fu, I'm serious." Bruce frowned, put his elbows on the armrest, and pressed his fingertips together: "Ferguson was very strange to me at first, as if he was just an ignorant The playboy who came to Gotham just for entertainment; but today, he inadvertently said, 'The Wayne family has raised Lotkea for so many years'."

Bruce's tone was calm, and he tried his best to put aside the anger when he said this sentence: "This shows that he has at least investigated me and knows that Lotkea has come to Wayne Manor a long time ago."

"I don't think this proves anything, Master Bruce," Alfred said. "Master Lotkea is not a high-profile person in Gotham, but he is a very good person after all. I would like to ask a few people. Someone knows about him. You also know that this little Mr. Harris has been in nightclubs and casinos since he came to Gotham, and maybe someone accidentally revealed it to him."

"It's possible," Bruce said, "but I just had a hunch he had a problem."

His fingers quickly operated on the keyboard: "I need to know the economic situation of Harris Enterprises in the past year, as well as detailed cooperation projects, including the source and destination of expenditure."

Alfred said: "You suspect that the financial situation of Harris Enterprises?"

"It's just a guess, Alfred." Bruce said without looking back, "But if my guess is true, then this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"Then, if it's true as you said, what is the other party's purpose?" The old butler said slowly, "Exposing the fact that you like Master Lotkea?"

Bruce stopped, and pressed his fingers vigorously on the keyboard, typing a long string of "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." on the screen

After reacting, he immediately turned his head and looked at Alfred dumbfounded.

The old butler smiled slightly.

Bruce tried not to make his voice dry: "What did you just say?"

"Maybe you don't think it's obvious to you, but..." said Alfred. "In short, you're not as experienced in this area as you are in corporate affairs."

Bruce's voice was a little fluttering: "That Lotkea..."

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Alfred said: "Although it is not a good way to say it, I am surprised by his poor experience in relationships."

Bruce calmed down a little, and continued to ask, "Did my parents find out?"

"Of course Master Thomas didn't. Mrs. Martha may have some doubts, but I think we are on the same mind. Please rest assured." The old housekeeper said, "Actually, I was just skeptical, but fortunately you just told me Me. Young master, I hope you can calm down next time you encounter this kind of temptation. "

Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "Teachable."

He squeezed the space between his brows, and changed the subject with difficulty: "Let's talk about serious business."

"Okay, business." Alfred said, "How are you going to treat Mr. Harris tomorrow?"

"We have to pry some words out of his mouth, and then shut him up and stay away from Gotham." Bruce said: "I've already dealt with a few reporters present, and letting Ferguson go out and talk nonsense is useless. .”

"It's up to you, master." Alfred had no objection to this.

Bruce then looked up Harris Enterprises, glancing intermittently at the upper left corner of the screen.

Alfred followed his eyes and looked over: "It seems that Mr. Harris has calmed down."

Bruce said while typing on the keyboard: "Because he has smashed all the things in the house-by the way, Ah Fu, remember to remind me, let me find Harris Enterprises to get back the loss."

Alfred nodded and said, "Okay, master."

Bruce bypassed Harris Enterprise's firewall, called up the information and encrypted files he was looking for, then erased the traces of his presence, and quietly exited the other party's system.

After finishing all these, Bruce glanced at the monitor in Ferguson's room in the upper left corner and found that he was lying on the bed and turned off the light.

The old butler said in a timely manner: "I think it's time for you to rest too?"

"Yes." Bruce squeezed his shoulders relaxedly: "We still have work to do tomorrow—"

His voice suddenly stopped, and his face became serious almost for a moment.Alfred followed his gaze and saw a pair of golden vertical pupils suddenly appeared in the room where Ferguson was alone.

"Hello, Mr. Harris, I want to ask you some questions."

The man's elegant and strange voice came out of the loudspeaker and echoed clearly in the Batcave.

……

Ferguson was startled by the sudden voice in the room, and immediately yelled: "You fucking

Where did it come from? "

"No, no, no, I am the one who wants to ask the question." Erberist shook his fingers, then stretched out his hand, and lifted Ferguson out of the quilt in the air. A pair of golden yellow eyes that glowed in the dark Looking at him with half a smile in his eyes: "I heard that you did something big today, huh?"

Facing his cold-blooded animal-like eyes, Ferguson felt frightened, and his back felt hairy, but he still said firmly: "I just scolded Bruce Wayne a few times, is this a big deal?"

"Oh." Erberist sneered, but didn't answer, and asked instead, "Why did you come to Gotham?"

"I..." Ferguson was forced to look into Erberist's eyes, feeling cold all over his body, and suddenly couldn't speak any hard words: "...my dad asked me to come and talk to Wayne about business."

Erberist narrowed his eyes: "What else?"

"No, that's it!" Ferguson was trembling all over, and couldn't help raising his voice: "I, I just want to hunt while the old man is out of control, no, I have no other ideas!"

Urberister said, "But you investigated Lotkea?"

"I've heard people talk about him, saying that he looks very good-looking, and I was moved. Isn't he just a fake and high-minded scientist? Give this kind of person, just give him some money... Ugh!"

Erberist reached out and pinched his neck, and put his face close to his. His voice was soft, hissing like a poisonous snake: "... just give me some money?"

Ferguson's face was flushed, he couldn't speak, and he kept reaching out to slap Erberist's hand that was pinching his neck.

Seeing that he was about to roll his eyes due to lack of oxygen, Erberister let out a cold snort and let go of his hand.

At the same time, I was very angry.The identity of Lotkea is normal enough, why is it so embarrassing in the mouth of this kind of scum?

Ferguson fell to the ground and didn't take a big breath.He clutched his neck, his eyes were almost protruding, and he let out a "ho ho" exhalation sound from his throat, and quickly started to twitch——

Erberist paused as he was about to leave, and wanted to reach out to touch his neck.But just as he stretched out his hand, Ferguson suddenly stopped convulsing and lost his breath.

His eyes were still bulging, and the narrow pupils reflected the face of Erberist.

A very bad premonition suddenly emerged in Erberist's heart.

The next moment, the door of the room was opened vigorously. Bruce stood outside the door against the light. After seeing everything in the room clearly, his jewel-like blue eyes trembled slightly.

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Almost in a short moment, the shock on his face turned into anger, and his tone became cold: "——you killed him?"

Oberist looked at Bruce's gloomy face, his pupils shrunk, and he was so stiff that he could hardly move.For a moment, it was as if a piece of lead had been stuffed in his throat, making him unable to speak a word.

Bruce's shadow against the light reminded him of bad memories, and Erberist only felt chills all over his body, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Bruce suppressed his anger and took a few steps closer to him: "The last time you killed people was because they were criminals who could be punished by the law, so why this time?"

Erberist froze and opened his mouth.

Bruce asked with a sneer, "Because he insulted Lotkea?"

It was as if the throat was being clenched, the heart was being pinched in the palm of the hand, and the vitals were touching the tip of Sen Leng's knife.Oberister looked at Bruce who was walking towards him step by step, feeling his fingertips getting cold.He was extremely slow, with a little imperceptible expectation, as if exhausting all his strength and courage, he made the final temptation.He is like a clam, cautiously and shyly protruding out of his hard shell, exposing his soft body to the unknown.

He looked at Bruce and said word by word: "...I, no."

Bruce stopped where he was, looking at him coldly.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Erberist was the first to look away.

It seemed that no matter when, where, or under what circumstances... he was always the one who showed weakness first.

It has always been him.

He turned his face away, closed his eyes, his thin eyelashes fluttered slightly, then opened them again, and laughed almost self-deprecatingly, with an imperceptible tremor: "...ha."

Then he ran away from here.

The author has something to say: I was reminded by the comments that I was too busy at the end of last month, and I forgot to ask for nutrient solution!I feel like I’ve lost a billion dollars, this time I’ll ask for one more time in the middle of the month to make up for last month, okay qvq

感谢在2020-08-3111:59:20~2020-09-0201:24:18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: one is born in three steps;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：诺君80瓶；墨茕茕60瓶；奇才不贫40瓶；妖怪24瓶；拉夏20瓶；天使之荡10瓶；萌佳7瓶；昭娘、叶子5瓶；lianshu3瓶；

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