I'm the villain in Gotham

In the evening, when Bruce returned to Wayne Manor, the Wayne couple had already realized that something was wrong.

They simply had a family meeting.

"...that's what happened, Dad." Bruce gave a general account of what happened at the banquet yesterday and Ferguson's death, but concealed the fact that Erberist appeared in the hotel in the middle of the night and his own examination of Ferguson's body: " I have already asked Commissioner Gordon, the police are almost unable to withstand the pressure, and news that Ferguson is dead will be released tomorrow morning at the latest."

He paused, and then continued: "I have taken some countermeasures, but this time Wayne Enterprises will still inevitably suffer some blows, Dad, we have to be prepared."

Thomas' expression didn't change much. He has managed Wayne Enterprises for so many years, and he was a military doctor on the battlefield when he was young.

What he cares about most is the same as Martha: "We have heard the current public opinion. You had a dispute with Ferguson before, and now he died on our site. Unless we have found the murderer, the most suspect It's you. Bruce, have you ever thought about what you should do?"

Bruce said calmly, "I'm not doing anything."

Lotkea, who was sitting on the side, sat up straight, frowning, and just about to speak, Martha rushed ahead of him: "Why?" She said anxiously: "This is no small matter, Bruce, they will think you are a murderer !"

"Mom, calm down," Bruce's tone softened a little, and he comforted: "They are just suspicious, without evidence, no one can do anything to me."

"But it's about your reputation, Bruce." Lotkea frowned, and his tone was strangely calm: "If you know... who the murderer is, even if there is no evidence yet, you can bring it up first , even if it is to distract the public, Ferguson's death has nothing to do with you."

His words were immediately agreed by Martha: "Yes, we believe you, baby, we all know that this matter has nothing to do with you, so why do you want to be suspected for nothing?"

"You all wait first," Thomas said calmly, "Bruce is not a child anymore, of course he has his own reasons."

"I think so too, Mrs. Martha, Master Lotkea." Alfred said, "Let's listen to Master Bruce's explanation first."

release. "

Bruce nodded to Alfred: "I think someone is targeting us," he deliberately made the other party's target vague, making Thomas and Martha think that the other party's target was Wayne Enterprises: "I have found some clues , but now is not the right time to reveal this. I think that when the opponent's goal is achieved, he will relax his vigilance while being proud, and will reveal his identity at that time."

What he said was easy to understand. Thomas and Martha looked at each other for a while and sighed.

"...if it's your choice," Thomas concluded, "then we're with you."

Martha looked at him, sighed again, but said nothing.

This family meeting ended here, it was not early, several people left from the study and returned to their respective rooms.

Lotkea walked a little slower, and Bruce realized that he probably had something to say to himself, so he deliberately waited in the corridor for a while.

Then he turned his head and saw Lotkea standing not far from him.The moonlight shines into the house from the window, half of Lotkea's body is bathed in the light, and the other half is hidden in the darkness.Under the contrasting light and shadow, the ice-blue eyes showed a somewhat strange shimmering luster, which made Bruce feel vaguely strange.

He called, "Bruce."

Bruce smiled at him: "Lotkea, what's the matter?"

Lotkea looked at him, was silent for a while, and said, "It's nothing."

He took a few steps forward, and half of his face hidden in the darkness became clear again, the strange luster in his eyes disappeared, and he turned back to the Lotkea that Bruce was most familiar with: "... ...I just wanted to ask, you've made up your mind, haven't you?"

Bruce thought he still wanted to persuade himself, so he nodded: "Yes, I'm ready for everything that will happen."

"Then go ahead and do it." Unexpectedly, Lotkea didn't say anything more.He took two steps forward slowly, and hugged Bruce gently: "I'm sorry."

Bruce froze for a moment because of his proactive hug and unexpected apology, and subconsciously reached out to hug him, the familiar smell lingering in his nose: "Why?"

The tip of Lotkea's nose rested on Bruce's shoulder, and Bruce couldn't see his expression, only heard him sigh softly: "...I should have protected you."

Bruce lowered his head, brushed his chin over Lotkea's ear as if inadvertently, and snorted with a bit of deliberately feigned dissatisfaction: "If you remember, Mr. Duck, I am 26 years old this year.

It is. ”

"Yes." Lotkea laughed and let him go.Looking at Bruce's handsome face, he smiled with emotion and said, "You have grown up."

Bruce looked into his smiling eyes and felt his heart beating strangely.

Lotkea seemed to just want to say this to him, and he smiled: "It's getting late, go back to sleep, I think you will have a lot of difficult things to face tomorrow. If there is one, I can help Busy place...”

"I will definitely tell you." Bruce immediately said, "Don't worry."

"Yeah." Lotkea nodded, and then passed him, and his figure sank into the darkness again.The outline of his body became indistinct, like a blurred shadow that was about to disappear.

Bruce felt a sudden panic.

"Lotkea!" He took a few steps quickly, stepped forward and grabbed Lotkea's wrist.

"Huh?" Lotkea turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Aware of his suddenness, Bruce quickly finds the perfect excuse: "I got home too late today and haven't had dinner yet." He adds, "Don't tell Mom and Dad."

Lotkea frowned immediately: "I'll call Alfred."

"No," Bruce stopped him, and immediately made an excuse: "If Ah Fu knows, parents will also know, don't tell them."

"Okay." Lotkea smiled helplessly with tolerance: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's okay." Bruce smiled: "As long as you do it."

……

That night, Erberist arrived at Sabatino's office a little later than agreed.

Sabatino didn't dare to ask anything, and immediately took out the researched information when he saw him: "This is the underground transaction and various transfer and expenditure records of Harris Enterprise collected by my people. Clean, but that's one of those little things that every big business has. As far as I know, there's a lot more of the Lex Group in the Metropolis than that."

Erberist quickly scanned through the information, and frowned, "Is that all?"

"Everything we can find is here," Sabatino said. "We found some of the best intelligence dealers in Gotham City, and we also used some of the people we trained ourselves. It stands to reason that there is nothing missing."

Erberist moved his fingers, and the stack of documents disappeared in his hand: "Understood." He said without emotion: "Continue to keep an eye on Harris Corporation, and report to me immediately if you find any abnormalities.

report. "

He stepped on the distorted space and returned to Wayne Manor.

The sharp corners and sharp claws faded away, and the leather covering the body became ordinary clothing.Lotkea sat down in the armchair and thought silently for a while.

As far as the information Sabatino gave him, he didn't see anything unusual.As Sabatino said, almost all companies have something unclean behind them, and companies like Wayne Enterprises are rare, and he can't find any clues from these materials.

But he couldn't go straight to old Harris either.Ferguson is dead, and going to the old Harris is equivalent to scaring the snake.If it alerted him that there was a good chance that Erberist could not rely on him to draw out his collaborators, then the lead would be useless.

Alone, he has to prove his innocence by himself.That was the best way to go about things, and Erberist had been quite experienced with it.

Batman doesn't believe his words, but he will always believe the evidence.

Bruce is not Batman.

——But in this point, there is no difference between them.

Lotkea closed her eyes.He felt a little numb, as if something was blocked in his heart, and it didn't hurt. He was used to it, but occasionally he still felt uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes and his face quickly calmed down.

I don't know if these materials will help Bruce, but he really doesn't want to use the identity of Erberist to meet Bruce in a short time, so he simply put the materials on Gordon's desk.The lights in Gordon's office were still on, but no one was there. A cup of coffee was steaming on the table.Probably he was dealing with Ferguson's death, and he was going to be busy all night again tonight.

Erberist glanced at the door with disinterest, then turned and returned to Wayne Manor.

After a while, Gordon opened the door and came in, followed by Bruce and Harvey.

"Do you think Harris Enterprises has something to do with this?" Gordon asked as soon as the door was closed.

"I'm almost sure." Bruce said: "I found out that Harris Enterprises was on the verge of bankruptcy due to debts a few months ago, but then someone called him a sum of money to solve his urgent needs; and it didn't take long for Ferguson to come Gotham."

"It really doesn't sound like a coincidence," Harvey nodded, "So now Harris Enterprise has been fully restored?"

"Not yet," Bruce said, "so I said the money was just an 'emergency.'

A deposit, and a sum of money after things are done, old Harris will send his only son to Gotham.But these are just my conjectures. There is no discussion between him and other people on this aspect in the mailbox of the old Harris. I guess the email sent by the mastermind behind the scenes should be automatically destroyed after reading it, because I found some residual data. , but cannot be restored. "

Gordon said: "If all this is true, it at least shows that the mastermind behind the scenes has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance, and he is very smart."

"Of course," Harvey shrugged. "An unintelligent person can't do this."

"Jim," Bruce said, "any word back from the man watching the hotel?"

"Yes," Gordon nodded, "you guessed it right, a hotel employee entered Ferguson's room and came out after a while. In order not to arouse suspicion, Bennett did not subdue him immediately, he now Still under surveillance."

"I think he must have gone to get the tiny camera," Bruce said. "Otherwise there's no way to explain how the mastermind created the appearance that Erberist killed Ferguson. He got the timing just right."

Harvey asked, "Are you sure now that Erberist is not the murderer?"

Bruce said, "I confirm."

He remembered the way Erberister looked at him at that time, and frowned unconsciously.

"...I'll talk to him when this matter is cleared up," he said.

Gordon raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have a good impression of him, huh?"

"After all, he saved my life and my parents' lives, as well as Lotkea's." Speaking of Lotkea, Bruce thought of the relationship between him and Erberist that he hadn't figured out so far, and sipped his lips unhappy. He pursed his lips, and then immediately changed the subject: "Have the results of the forensic autopsy come out?"

"Of course." Gordon walked to his desk and rummaged through the table for the report just submitted to him by the forensic doctor today. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a stack of papers folded upside down on the table, and he gave a puzzled "hmm".

Bruce and Harvey heard the sound and looked over: "What's wrong?"

Gordon flipped through the stack of papers with a serious expression: "Gentlemen, it seems that someone agrees with us."

Bruce and Harvey roughly flipped through the information that Gordon handed over: "...Who sent this?"

"You have to ask to know." Gordon opened the door and called, "Brock!"

Soon, Brock came around the corner with a toothpick in his mouth: "What's the matter, boss?"

Gordon said, "Who came into my office while I was out?"

"Then I don't know, boss." Bullock scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "There are people coming and going in this place, and no one pays attention to who will enter your room."

Gordon said, "Then check the corridor surveillance for me."

After a while, Brock came back: "I checked, no one came in, boss."

Gordon told him to go back, and closed the door behind him.

"No one came in?" Harvey was a little puzzled, he turned his head to look at the window: "Could it have climbed in through the window?"

"Maybe Uberrist," Bruce frowned at the file. "I'm not sure because I don't know what his purpose is."

"Of course I want to prove my innocence." Harvey said something as a matter of course, and then felt a little wrong: "But this doesn't seem to be his style of doing things, shouldn't he stride up to us, and then put this stack of documents Throw it in your face and tell you that he doesn't bother to kill a scum like Ferguson?"

Bruce: "..."

Gordon: "..."

What on earth did you misunderstand him.

"...I said I'm not sure about his purpose because the content of his information is very small." Bruce brought back the topic of deviation: "This is not normal, I heard that he controls the Sabatino family , with his ability, he wouldn’t be able to find out just this little thing.”

Harvey asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I don't know at the moment, I just think there's something wrong," Bruce said.

"Then let's put this matter aside for now," Harvey said, "Didn't we just go for a medical examination?"

Gordon found the report and handed it to them: "Cause of death was asphyxiation. There was a very clear palm mark on his neck, which can be used to deduce the murderer-of course, we all know it is useless now."

"I want a rubbing of the handprint," Bruce said, and then gave Gordon a strange smile: "Jim, there are too many dirty places in the police station."

……

As Bruce said, the Gotham Police Department released the news of Ferguson's death the next morning because they couldn't withstand the pressure from the media and the public.

Speculations and conspiracy theories about Bruce immediately flooded the sky, and all kinds of gossip and speculations were rampant. While the negative news of the Wayne Group was rising, the stock fell rapidly-but it didn't take long for the Wayne Group to get Si Financial assistance from Tucker Industries, free of charge.

"What the hell is going on with you?" As soon as the phone was connected, Tony's voice came out immediately: "I saw you in San Francisco.

Yes, various channels are broadcasting, damn it, you even stole my headlines! "

Bruce couldn't laugh or cry: "Thank you for your concern, Tony, I'm fine."

Immediately came Tony Stark's roar from the opposite side: "Who the hell cares about you!!" He gasped for a while, then said irritably, "Damn, why did you have an accident at this time?"

Bruce immediately grasped the point: "What's the matter, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm going to a military exercise," Tony said impatiently. "In Afghanistan, I have to go-I'll let Pepper watch you during this time. Jesus, I hope you have resolved it before I come back. What the fuck did you do—are those people fools, you, murder? Why did you kill that bastard, did he rob your woman?"

Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "..."

He was silent for a while, and decided to drop the topic: "I will be careful, Tony, and you too."

"Hmph." Bruce could almost imagine Tony rolling his eyes.He said a few more awkward words of concern in Stark's way, and then hung up the phone.

After a while, Alfred knocked on the door and came in: "Master Bruce, you have to look at this." He handed over a tablet and told him in a calm voice: "Old Harris is dead."

Bruce looked at the headlines immediately.

——Old Harris heard the news of the death of his only son, and died of a relapse of asthma.

The author has something to say: Bruce: ...What kind of image does Eberister have in your mind?

Harvey: Ah, just, crazy cool?Isn't he like this? ? ?

Bruce: Of course not, what did you misunderstand about him?

Sabatino (crash): I think you misunderstood him! !

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