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

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The police car arrived much faster than expected, and the professionals quickly took care of everything.The body was also covered with a white cloth after a short inspection, waiting to be transported away.

The people who were staying nearby scattered away, as if they were afraid of getting bad luck.In the end, only Salander, the police officers who were about to mop up, and a few students wandering around were the only ones staying here.

Most of those students were familiar with the deceased, and there was sadness and fear in their eyes—there were too many wasp incidents recently, and no one knew whether it would be him lying here tomorrow.

"Mr. Wayne, please stay away from my students!"

——This shrill female voice was almost the only voice in the entire street that exceeded the standard volume.

Mr. Wayne? ...that extraordinarily rich man is still here? !

If Salander remembers correctly, those who came to the press conference slipped away long after they were questioned by the police and given permission to leave.He thought Bruce Wayne would be one of them - after all, the other party was still talking about "fear" more than ten minutes ago.

When thinking about this, Salander subconsciously ignored another fact: he was the one who chatted with Bruce Wayne on the topic of "fear".

The woman's yelling continued, and this ridiculously long one-sided quarrel finally aroused Salander's interest.After all, there are too few women who don't follow Gotham's richest man - this is the conclusion he came to by incarnating as the other party.

Bruce Wayne was half squatting next to a girl, and he was handing out a cup of hot cocoa in a gentlemanly manner. The smile on his lips was enough to dispel any haze.

After drinking the hot drink, the girl's expression gradually relaxed, her shoulders and legs stopped trembling, and the man took the opportunity to chat with her.

Throughout the chatting process, Bruce Wayne kept a distance from the other party that wasn't too close, but didn't appear to be particularly groomed, and kept his hands neatly, strictly adhering to the boundaries.But I don't know why, he just gives people a sense of frivolity.

Salander heard the police officer beside him sneer, and commented harshly, "You can still laugh at this kind of time, you are indeed a playboy who cannot be supported by mud."

The rest of the people didn't express their opinions, but what they wanted to express was probably not too different from this, because they all looked away in the end, not wanting to waste time on such a meaningless matter.

Salander didn't deliberately shorten the distance between himself and Bruce Wayne, but just listened casually.

As others had predicted, the Playboy-initiated conversation was cluttered and really underwhelming.

——What a waste of such a good shell, such a good opportunity.If the person standing there now is him, the groundwork has already been done and he is ready to start talking.

Salander looked at Bruce Wayne bitterly, and almost said to the other party: You can't do it, I can do it, give up the opportunity to get out of the shell.

Then, he watched the other party change the subject, and brought out the key topic with extremely lazy words.

However, compared with the previous nonsense, there are pitifully few key topics.They are always pulled out for a chat at inadvertent time points, making people uncertain whether the other party is asking for a purpose, or just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

"Mr. Wayne, I hope you leave my student immediately!" The old woman who looked like a teacher who had been standing by the side couldn't help but reminded again after all.

Although he pretended to be good for the students, he didn't take any defensive actions.She just stared at Bruce Wayne, her tone was much more anxious than before, "You are not a police officer at all, and it's not your turn to talk about things like this."

"Police?" Bruce Wayne gave a Bruce Wayne look of confusion, "Why do you think I'm not?"

He reached out and pointed in a certain direction, and by the way, sent a wink over there, "I'm that gentleman's foreign aid now."

Salander narrowed his eyes and stared at the distant but resolute finger pointing at him for a long time, and finally accepted the fact that he was the person handpicked by Bruce Wayne in the next second.

The person who always uses others as a shield finally becomes another person's shield. Is this probably some kind of inevitable fate?

Fortunately, Bruce Wayne just said it casually, and the old woman didn't take it seriously.

——She seems to only want to trouble the richest man in Gotham.

Tsk tsk, things among wealthy families are always messy, not to mention Bruce Wayne is a person who likes to get into trouble.If something really happened, the rich man had to admit it himself.After all, people still have to be responsible for what they have done, right?

The old woman dragged her student over roughly, and then extended her hand to Bruce Wayne.

The hand that should have been pushed to the dude's chest touched the shoulder of another person, and that person bumped into the person behind him because of the sudden increase in force.

Salander logically avoided the opponent's hard ribs, and placed his head on the opponent's chest, which was relatively smooth all over the body.

He could feel a burst of dampness from the shoulders held down by the old woman.It was eerily sticky, with a burst of sweetness that couldn't be ignored.

—It’s honey.

It was a wasp sting just now, and now it's honey paste, don't you think it's a coincidence?

Salander cast his eyes on the old woman's face, and the wrinkled face of the other party had obvious anger.

At the same time, one hole after another covered her face completely, and part of it was still dripping with a relatively turbid, blood-tinged coffee-colored liquid—it should be similar to what the other party had just smeared on his clothes.

Obviously, it has become like this, but the old woman didn't realize it.The eyeballs caught in the gaps of the holes blinked, and when they opened again, there were two more arthropod-like protrusions on the outside of the eyeballs—these were clearly the feet of insects.

If we analyze and reason based on the position of the insect's feet, we can see half of the wasp's head hidden somewhere in her pupil, opening and closing the terrifying mouthparts.

——Anyway, this is no longer something that can be left alone.

Salander raised his head by taking advantage of the backward trend, his back was more tightly attached to the person behind him, and he could even feel the strong muscles of the person wrapped under the luxurious clothes.

The soft top of the hair brushed against the chin of the man behind him, and he met his steel-blue eyes, "Why did you mess with her?"

His voice was calm, as if he didn't notice the abnormality on the old woman's face like everyone present.

This is undoubtedly a distance beyond the safe range, the young policeman's light-colored lips are close to his eyes, and the angle of inclination seems to be asking for a kiss.

Bruce Wayne withdrew his gaze from hovering over the old woman, his chin caressed the tip of Salander's hair intentionally or unintentionally, and then brought his lips to the other's ear, "I don't know either."

The man's heartbeat rang in Salander's ears, like the beating of a clock, calm and powerful.

Although I don't know how the other party managed to keep his heart beating as usual when trouble came to his door, it at least shows that it is unlikely that the man will lie about this matter.

Since Bruce Wayne and the old woman had no grievances, but the woman's full of malice did not seem to be fake - under normal circumstances, these creatures would not attack people with special abilities in public, because they all knew how to protect themselves.

She must have seen Bruce Wayne without his knowledge, and then developed a grudge, like... during the live broadcast?

Although most people in the live broadcast room would not regard him as the master himself, there were always a few people who were unfamiliar with current affairs news and believed him because others called him "Bruce Wayne".

"I understand."

Salander turned his head back, and looked at the old-fashioned woman in front of him, with the feeling of 30 or [-] years ago.

If all this happened because of him, then he has to be responsible for this matter, and he has to be responsible to Bruce Wayne——

"Ma'am, the gentleman in front of you is indeed my backup. Everything he asked just now is what I want to know."

The old woman's expression became even more gloomy. She obviously didn't expect that other than the idle rich man, there would be people who would be determined to run into trouble these days.

And Bruce Wayne's expression was a little subtle.At first, he didn't intend to involve Salander, after all, everyone knows how unreliable Gotham's richest man is.

When he said that, he also saw the police officer not far away rolling his eyes in disdain: that bastard with no taste is casually flirting with people again.

——I didn't expect someone to take his words seriously.

Salander looked at the elderly woman, ready to respond to any emergencies.He began to regret throwing away the corpse of the unlucky wasp before. If he kept it, he would have more confidence in luring him away from Bruce Wayne.

Fortunately, the other party did not attack on the spot.The liquid on the woman's face gradually disappeared. She snorted and walked back with her students who were still in a daze.

"I didn't expect you to want my assistance so much. Believe me, as long as you ask, I will be happy to help you."

Feeling the hand suddenly pressing on his shoulder, Salander wanted to laugh inexplicably: this rich man is really ignorant and fearless.

He glanced back at the other party, but was attracted by the black and yellow object protruding from the pocket of the other party's jacket.

"What the hell are you doing?" The young police officer put his hand into the other's chest pocket, completely ignoring how inappropriate his actions were - his voice was no longer as steady as before.

The corpse of the insect that had been cut into two was brought up by Salander to a position at eye level with the man.

Isn't this the wasp corpse that he threw away before? !Bruce Wayne is wandering around with this thing, and if an old woman doesn't come to him, she will be called unprofessional!

"Oh, this one."

Salander looked at the man in front of him with a dazed expression, and then a usual smile appeared on his face worth a few dollars——

"I just picked it up on the side of the road. Because it is very similar to the one you held in your hand before, I kept it. After all, this is an important evidence for your police station."

Whether it is an important evidence of the New York Police Department, Bruce Wayne does not know, but he can be sure: this is an important clue in this wasp attack.

So he picked it up and put it where it could be seen most easily.This behavior is probably some kind of demonstration, right?Because the old woman came to the door soon.

"If you still want it, I can return it to you now."

Salander threw the corpse into his pocket casually, and looked at him again.He originally wanted to say something to warn Bruce Wayne, but he didn't speak after all.

At this moment, the head of the man who was very close to him was slightly lowered, and his chin was drawn inward, so that the other's eyes were completely drawn into the shadows.The eyes that were always rippling with false love lost their highlight, and were as deep and oppressive as the sky of Gotham.

Because of the poor location, Gotham rarely gets sunlight, and even during the day, the sky is gray.At night, the situation is needless to say.

This feeling is really strange, like peeling off the heavy fog to glimpse the truth.But the next moment, the ambiguous mist belonging to the playboy blocked everything again.

—Maybe, Bruce Wayne knows what he's doing

The old woman didn't know anything about the series of exchanges between the two.As she turned the corner with her students, a young figure with a backpack bumped into her shoulder.

For a moment, the woman's unattractive complexion became even uglier.

The young man who had caused trouble immediately stopped to apologize, and this pause was enough for others to see his face clearly.

"Oh, look who this is?"

A young man with a gauze on his nose pushed away the people who blocked the way and came over, followed by several small cliques, "Where are you going in such a hurry, Peter? Are you going to find the legendary wasp monster?"

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-02-2420:54:50~2021-02-2621:59:15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 mine: 1 cold moon;

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