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

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A hotel in New York

The man sat at the dining table, carelessly scratching the steak in front of him with the knife and fork in his hand, but his eyes stayed on the mobile phone not far away.

"I'm glad to see that you eat on time, but master, looking at your phone while eating is almost the same as not eating. If I remember correctly, this is how you educated Master Tim."

Listening to the voice from the communicator, Bruce Wayne showed no sign of repentance, and was still staring at the bright screen.

He watched the young man in the live broadcast room leading Spider-Man flying all the way, and watched the other party decisively pull the drone over and aim the cannon at the wasp monster, and he didn't even show it when he faced Tony Stark later. Not the slightest timidity.

Alfred sighed, although the two were not facing each other, he could also imagine the other's expression, "Since you were eight years old, you have never watched a video like this... no Time passed."

He also knows that such behavior is only for long-term surveillance, but this kind of behavior of watching as soon as the broadcast starts, heck, in the words of Bruce Wayne, it should be called "surveillance", it is really similar to those fanatical fans.

Look, look, a fake fan, a real monitor, actually works harder than a real fan.

Very suddenly, the man who was sitting well at the dining table suddenly stood up, and the knife and fork that he was holding in his hands just now, was now abandoned together with the steak that had moved a few mouthfuls.

He abandoned his mobile phone with slightly lower performance and took out his portable notebook.This time, he didn't enter Salander or Spider-Man's live broadcast room, but just activated the hacking program.

Listening to the sound over there, Alfred obviously guessed something.There was a rare smile in his voice, "I thought you were not in a hurry to deal with these things."

Before that, Bruce Wayne did say that there was no rush to unblock the host live broadcast room, but now it is undoubtedly a special situation.

When Tony Stark stepped up his efforts to ban Salander's live broadcast room, he knew what the other party was planning, but he didn't know what Salander's plan was.

If the anchor intends to give up the live broadcast room and retreat, he will start to calculate how and where the other party will open the next live broadcast room, and then throw this person's information into the second-level watch list of the Batcave, and the AI ​​in the Batcave will Report on the situation regularly.

——If a person doesn't even have the most basic attachment to what he wants to do, then his danger is greatly reduced, and there is no need to spend too much attention.

But this time, the anchor didn't give the man the chance to throw himself into the second line—although Salander himself wasn't going to be happy about it.

The young man knocked on the phone screen with his eyes lowered, looking like he was writing a gauntlet. It was different from Bruce Wayne's publicity that had been accumulated over the years—just like when the other party was waiting for the wasp monster, he could choose to sit at any angle. Like the first place you see.

It is precisely because of this that Bruce Wayne can be 100% sure when seeing the other party for the first time: this anchor is not himself, let alone him from the parallel world.

The faces of two people can be similar, and even the hair color and hairstyle can be the same, but the soul is the basis for distinguishing a person.

In the end, he helped Salander at a critical moment.This is his PLANB, a link in multiple plans.

——Since the young anchor has not given up, there is no need for him to waste resources doing unnecessary things.

"Master, when did you start caring about resources? In fact, these resources are just a drop in the bucket compared to the Batmobile that needs to be scrapped every few days, or even the money to run the protective net of the live broadcast platform."

Bruce Wayne leaned back, his back against the back of the chair. After a long time, he said slowly, "I care about those monsters."

And this anchor is the only person he has seen in these years who is related to that kind of monster.

"...you should know, you can't save everyone."

"I know, so I'm trying to save as many as possible."

The topic went in the usual direction, Alfred tried to dissuade, and Bruce Wayne showed his stubbornness.

Just when the atmosphere was stagnant, a voice came from the screen, like a particularly playful branch inserted into the water surface that was about to freeze, smashing the atmosphere that was about to freeze into ice——

"Baby, is there something else you fancy?"

Alfred: "..."

"If I remember correctly, sir, isn't this the tone you use to deal with those men and women who come for money in the luxury jewelry store?"

Bruce Wayne: "..."

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Salander stared at the still silent black head, not conscious of using an inappropriate tone at all, anyway, he is now "Bruce Wayne", so what's wrong with that?

During the few minutes when the other party was silent, he thought of a lot of things, including the wallet that the other party wanted to see but ended up missing, including the live broadcast room, and most of the things. He even knew that the other party's staying this time was definitely a Because something has been discovered.

However, [Staring]'s special skill is always to say amazing words in the calmest tone——

[The towel you used to tie the wasp to the drone, I seem to have seen it somewhere. 】

Salander's pupils shrank sharply.Just like the tone of "Bruce Wayne" he just used, there is nothing wrong with what the other party said.

When he was a police officer, this hand towel was something he carried with him, and it was often used for some things.He immediately searched in his mind where he had used the towel, the police station... and the gate of Midtown Middle School.

[Staring] See this?

His heart sank, but on the surface, the smile on his lips was even brighter——

"You must say that because you like it. It's a pity that it has been blown up with the drone."

"If it's still there, maybe I'll show it to you up close."

On the other side of the screen, the young man who was shrugging his shoulders had a somewhat impermanent helplessness in his tone, which made him look both sincere and harmless.

Does Bruce Wayne's face feel harmless?The answer is of course no.His status as a playboy can only make others look down on him, but it doesn't mean there is no threat, after all, his stature is there.

But the young anchor at the moment can do this, which means that he is very good at integrating his own characteristics with "Bruce Wayne".

[Then, let’s replace it with a key. 】

[Staring] This time he was so talkative that it was a little too much, as if the person who was entangled with a row of buttons for a long time was not him.

"...Looking at the cutie, don't you feel that your focus is a little strange every time?"

At first, it was the data in his live broadcast room wandering out, then it was the wallet, and now it is the key.

If it wasn't for the composure and seriousness shown by the other party, and his absolute understanding of the extent of his live broadcast fan attraction, Salander probably would have really regarded the other party as his illegitimate meal.

The illegitimate fan, the so-called fanatical fan, will most likely be called a pervert who snoops on other people's privacy because of his extreme behavior.

Salander didn't fully express his inner thoughts, but Bruce Wayne could vaguely perceive the meaning of the other party.At the same time, Alfred in the communicator laughed without even hiding it.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

To be honest, he felt Alfred's elbows go out every time.

"Do you really want this bunch of keys?" Salander untied the keys from his waist, and then shook them in front of the screen.The bunch of keys had obviously been a few years old, but it was well maintained.

The old metal collided with each other, and the animal head ornaments hanging on it had turned yellow, but the pink bell stuck inside still rang dutifully.

——It really is a combination of childishness and indecency, who would package important things like this?

"I'll give it to you if you want it, it's nothing important anyway."

Salander sent it forward again, so close that the huge bell almost filled the screen on Bruce Wayne's side, and the bright pink color was incompatible with the other's pitch-black phone case.

"In this way, I will pay off the debt of favor."

He looked at the screen, waiting for the other party's answer.

After several minutes, a short reply floated from the other side of the screen——

【Can. 】

Salander was caught on the spot.

The moment Bruce Wayne saw the hand towel, he turned all the information about that small piece of fabric upside down.It's a pity that the hand towel is a so-called mass product, the kind that is sold in shops all over the world.

So he just threw this question out just to lead to the next topic.

When mentioning the "key", Bruce Wayne noticed that Salander subconsciously touched the hand of the key, but the other party quickly reacted and changed the action of touching to untie, followed by a series of sales of the key Behavior.

Combining the way the other party handled the towel in front of him, it can be inferred that the young man in front of him is an existence who is good at misleading others with words and actions.The more important something is, the more indifferent the other party will show, leading those who doubt him to start questioning whether his judgment is correct.

"you sure?"

The key chain that filled the screen was taken back to his side, and the young man smiled as pretentiously as before, as if this proposal made him take advantage of it.

Salander had never hated being alone so much, which made it impossible for him to get away with it as easily as last time.

At this moment, he is far from having the fun of teasing the other party to type and comment. On the contrary, he now hopes that the other party will quickly return to silence and disappear.

But the other party will not let him do what he wants.

[Staring: I'm sure. 】

As a result, the back road is blocked.

But fortunately, there is no such thing as an absolute path.Since the heavens created such annoying spirits as [staring], they will create little angels like...Spiderman.

[It's just a good neighbor: Is the anchor's live broadcast room unblocked? !Congratulations duck! 】

Not only that, but the other party also gave a moving picture of shaking a light stick.The picture is square, upright and big, and it directly brushes up most of the remarks made by [staring].

After doing this, Salander felt amiable when he saw the "little cute thing" worth $5 in front of the opponent's ID.

He looked away from the screen, paying some attention to the young hero standing not far away.Tony Stark, who had been communicating with Spider-Man, went offline at some point, and the other party was waving at him at this moment.

So, young man, if you can speak, talk more!immediately!Quickly press down [staring], and seal that mouth tightly.

Should it be said that it is a superhero?Under the guidance of Salander, the speed of Spider-Man's barrage is also "super" level. After several barrages, the remarks of [staring] are completely buried.

However, it was only one sentence that caused all this to collapse, no, to be precise, it was a reminder——

"Congratulations, the fan [staring] gave you a reward of 100 million dollars. After that, you can find him from the 'Moe Master' logo in the live broadcast room."

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Salander: "..."

Looking at the young man on the other side of the screen who had almost shattered half of Baby Bruce's mask, the corners of Bruce Wayne's lips curled up, and then he sent a string of addresses to him, completely locking in the anchor in front of him.

"Okay." Annoyance flashed through Salander's eyes after falling through the trap, and he ground his teeth, "Just to satisfy the curiosity of the little fans, don't you think?"

Although he promised to hand over this bunch of keys to the other party, it doesn't mean that the things handed over must be real.It is not difficult to make something similar. If you can make some minor adjustments in important parts... you can overcome the [staring] kind of details.

Let you dig out the details!Pick out the details!Pick out the details!I wish you pick more and more wrong, and your hair will fall out as soon as possible!

Before closing the live broadcast room, he deliberately browsed the address of the other party over and over again, so familiar that he could almost engrave it into his mind.

When I am free, and I happen to be near this address... I must sneak in and beat the other party to vent my anger.

——Anyway, the other party is just a hacker with decent strength, and most of the hackers can't keep up with their brains.

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One evening a few days later, a package arrived as scheduled.

Bruce Wayne glanced at the extra package in his hand, paused for a moment on the column of the sender of the package, and then moved back to the document in his hand.

As soon as he saw that thing, he thought of the young anchor's vague evaluation of himself: illegitimate meal.

He has heard words that are more vicious than this countless times, but it may be that Salander hinted at them too many times, which caused him to be a little bit affected.

"Alfred, as I said, you don't need to bring it over at all."

According to the character of the young anchor, the things in the box are absolutely impossible to be real.The best case of luck is to receive a similar-looking item that is actually very misleading.

"Well, sir. You won't see it to-morrow."

The man didn't nod or shake his head, and the time just passed by like this.

After dealing with everything, he glanced at the pale sky outside, stood up and prepared to take a nap for a while.

When he reached the edge of the table, the boxy box was knocked by his elbow and rolled to the floor.

Bruce Wayne glanced back at the box that rolled under the table, and didn't care about it.Anyway, it will be disposed of tomorrow, and Alfred is very relieved to handle things, even though one of them is in New York and the other is in Gotham.

The lights that had been on all night were extinguished, the door was closed heavily behind him, and everything returned to tranquility.

About an hour later, the closed door was pushed open again.

Bruce Wayne stood at the door expressionlessly in his pajamas, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his steel blue eyes.

After all, he walked back to the table and knelt down on one knee to reach the box that had rolled far away.

When cutting the sealant with a knife, he listed countless possibilities and made several measures for the contents inside.

But in fact, the packaging inside the carton is just one or two layers of ordinary cheap bubble wrap, which is not more than "perfunctory" in capital letters.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

In fact, it can stop here, but Bruce Wayne opened the bubble wrap in the spirit of wasting his nap time.

There is no mechanism in the whole process, the key placed in the innermost, ordinary to the extreme is right in front of his eyes at this moment.

Although it was almost 100% sure that it was a fake, Bruce Wayne still picked it up.

The key chain looked much older than the one in the live broadcast room, and the bell kept making chaotic and mixed noises when it was taken out.

As the distance from the key increased, he could smell a smell that would be produced by iron over time.However, there seems to be a little fruity sweetness in this smell, like the smell of shower gel.

If this is really a fake that was rushed out of the bath at his request, will it have this kind of life breath?

No, but there are surprises.For example, this is an inducing factor specially created by the anchor.However, Bruce Wayne's instincts as a detective did not allow him to let go of this obvious doubt.

"Alfred, leave this package with me first."

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