[Zhongyingmei] After being mistaken for 108 times, I am with the master

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The arm was forcibly lifted up, and Salander's hand was turned up, exposing the relatively fragile palm.

His palms were white and soft, and his fingers curled up defensively because of another person's intervention, keeping the wasp at the innermost side, neither preventing it from escaping nor allowing Bruce Wayne to see more.

"Mr. Wayne, please stand back. Wasps are always dangerous creatures, and I don't want you to be stung by them."

The young man's voice was correct, and his not-so-tall stature and suppressed movements made him look a little helpless.

"So, are you emphasizing that what you just did belongs to the hero who saved the United States?"

Bruce Wayne laughed, obviously not getting the seriousness of Salander's words.Calloused fingers traced down a long scar on the opponent's palm until they reached the cuff.

This gesture was seen by most people as just another display of playboy frivolity by Bruce Wayne. Only Bruce Wayne knew that it was not the case at all.

The wound on Salander's hand that runs through the palm and even extends below the wrist cannot be left by ordinary sharp weapons.

The crooked marks and irregular scars make it look like it was directly torn by some large animal.But Bruce Wayne searched all the information on the large creatures in his mind, but he couldn't match it up.

It's not that Bruce Wayne has the leisure to study the palms of everyone he sees. If he really does that, even Batman can't stand it.

However, Salander's pupil color and the moment he caught the hornet's expression were too similar to the anchor in the live broadcast room who threatened to teach him how to do things.

"It's not America saving heroes, it's police officers protecting citizens, sir."

Salander tentatively pulled his arm back, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

He glanced at Bruce Wayne, no, to be precise, he glanced at the muscles under his clothes.He knows their distribution, even their shape, because an identical muscle onesie is sitting in his home.

However, no matter how many times I watch it, Salander has an unreal feeling: the muscles developed by the rich man who has nothing to do and spends all day in the gym...is the quality too high?

——He used to think that the perfectly shaped muscles, which were like sculptures, were a showpiece made by eating protein and powder.

As if competing with it, Salander continued to increase the strength of breaking free, and when it reached 70.00%, he gave up.

"Are you a police officer?" Bruce Wayne's voice sounded casual, as if he was tired of the scar, he turned to caress Salander's finger.

He felt thin calluses in several places on the opponent's fingers, which was very common - for a person who was good at using various weapons and had fought on the verge of death many times.

But... if it's a police officer, it makes sense.

"It's true, sir. If you continue to do this, I—" let go, and let the wasp sting you hard on the face a few times.

According to the information Salander had collected before, being stung by this wasp would not cause immediate death, as long as the treatment was done properly, he could still be saved.If he had prepared enough materials, he could even allow the opponent to take a few more hits.

Imagine Bruce Wayne's face was red and swollen after being stung, and he could only look at people with half-open and half-closed eyes. Salander was a little floating, and even loosened his grip on the wasp.

But in the end, he managed to control the impulse abruptly.

How can he play the other side if the other side's face is stung by a wasp?It is not worthwhile to temporarily change to another performance.After all, it's really hard to find someone like Bruce Wayne who is both rich and famous and doesn't care about his business!

You see, until now, this rich man has not found out that his name has been stolen, and he is still chatting up foolishly!Thinking of this, Salander felt better.

Bruce Wayne has been waiting for Salander's next words, because in this situation, the other party's first reaction, the first words he uttered are often the presentation of his heart.

Then, he watched the expression of the young man in front of him change several times, as if he couldn't figure out what to do, he was in a dilemma, and finally he could only say something bluntly——

"If you keep doing this, I'll just have to do business."

This feeling is like: I thought I was about to face a Godzilla, but when I finally revealed the truth, I found out that the opponent was just a fat orange with some fried hair.

However, it won't disappoint.

"I'd be more than happy if it was your official business." The man whose brain was always calculating like a precision instrument couldn't help but smile. "Would you like to buy me a cup of coffee, Officer Burckhardt?"

He shook a rectangular ID in his hand, and Salander saw his photo and name on it.

——The other party probably learned his surname from there.

At this moment, Bruce Wayne felt Salander's stiffness.He watched the other party subconsciously touch his hand into his pocket, wondering if it was because he was too impatient to touch the wrong pocket recklessly.

Before showing that certificate to Salander, Bruce Wayne had already scanned it to Alfred.Just now, Alfred communicated the findings to him through the micro-communicator: everything is normal.

The young policeman in front of him has a clean background and no bad records. The only thing that he can remember is an accident ten years ago. The wound on the opponent's hand should be left at that time.

From this point of view, the connection between Salander and the anchor is even less, and the anchor did not know where it was ten years ago.

I got the wrong guy?Bruce Wayne narrowed his eyes. When he heard Spider-Man and the anchor talking about Midtown Middle School, he thought that the anchor would follow the clues of the hornet to find him.

However, the current situation does not represent the final result.He looked at the wasp trapped between Salander's fingers, the most important clue was still here.

Salander obviously noticed the look in Bruce Wayne's eyes. He squeezed his fingers to block the wasps even more tightly, and then took his police card back from the man's hand without haste.

"This thing is an important clue for the police station, we still need to use it to find—"

Halfway through his refusal, he was interrupted by a scream.

"In that bush...it seems that there is a person falling down!!!"

The bushes that had been neatly pruned were pushed aside by someone, and a student-like person with a schoolbag on his back was crouching there, his life and death unknown.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and those who came to the press conference became restless.The crowd retreated one after another, while the reporter moved forward with a camera, trying to dig out another news.

"Don't worry, everyone stay where they are!"

Salander took away the headsets of the security personnel at the venue and tried his best to appease the rioting crowd.

He showed the police ID in his hand to everyone, "I have just reported this matter to the New York Police Department, and they will send someone. You just need to stand still and wait."

After explaining this sentence, Salander turned his head to look at Bruce Wayne beside him, hoping that he would stay where he was like everyone else.However, there was no one there.

He finally found the man next to the student whose life and death were unknown.

Bruce Wayne half-kneeled on the ground in disregard of his image, carefully inspecting the student's situation, and at a glance, the expensive suit was stained with dust.He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, completely unable to see the loose and casual look before.

——I have to say, this person looks serious, like the kind of detectives often seen in TV dramas.

But like returning to like, it is not necessarily true.

Out of duty, he reminded the other party, "Mr. Wayne, you should wait with everyone for the person sent by the police station."

"he died."

Salander raised his eyes in surprise, not because of this conclusion, but because of Bruce Wayne's expression.

That look was so complicated that even he couldn't describe it clearly.

People who have read death will usually have three reactions when they see life passing by: numbness, despair and compassion, but Bruce Wayne's eyes are only suppressed, and I don't know if it is an illusion of anger.

Those rages are like a kindling that falls into the abyss of sin and burns them out.

"what happened?"

When Salander came back to his senses, Bruce Wayne's voice came clearly.The man had already stood up from the ground, his expression returned to his original appearance, "This student should have been dead for a long time, I didn't expect to be discovered just now."

He raised his chin and gestured towards the back of the student's neck, "There is a lump there, it seems to be bitten by some kind of insect."

"Well, I know." Salander licked his lips.When Bruce Wayne leaned over to check, he had already noticed that, "I guess...the murderer might be a wasp."

"Is it the frequent wasp attacks here?" Bruce Wayne glanced at Salander with feigned surprise in his tone, "I really didn't expect that I would encounter this, it really makes people feel a little bit shocked." Scared."

"Yeah," the young man took over the topic, "Death... is always scary."

The tightly clenched hands gradually loosened, and the dead wasp that had been pinched in two fell from the air, and finally rolled silently into the depths of the grass.