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

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Drops of water slid down Salander's hair, flattening and straightening out the hairstyle that was specially fixed with hairspray to make it look glossy in order to pretend to be Bruce Wayne.

The curled ends of her hair were pressed back under her ears, showing an obedient appearance that only existed on the surface.In a trance, Bruce Wayne seemed to see the boy in school uniform when he met for the first time.

After a period of solitude, Salander seemed to have regained his sanity, and he acted as if there had never been any quarrel between the two of them.

—Mature approach, just like any adult who has been weather-beaten, unrevealed, and keeps everything in his heart.

But that shouldn't be what Salander's age should reveal.

Based on past memories, Bruce Wayne can deduce that the youth in front of him is definitely too young to be too old.It can even be said that the other party is just a big boy.

Children of this age should be lively, enthusiastic, even rebellious.They may associate with the boys and girls they like behind their parents' backs, and talk to each other quietly without anyone knowing, and complain a few words like "bad luck, unable to display their ambitions" by the way.

But Salander just stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and then reached out to Bruce Wayne, "Key."

The thinking belonging to Batman searched for all the relevant information almost the moment the word fell.

It was the set of keys he once won from Salander.

Bruce Wayne has scanned it with various sophisticated instruments, and even deliberately searched for its manufacturer.But it seems to be specially made by some skilled craftsmen, and there is no news on the whole market.

So he intends to investigate the bunch of keys through some more special methods in the near future.

So, in short, it's still impossible to return this item—at least not until the detectives figure it out.

At a certain moment, the man heard the heartbeat of the young man on the opposite side jumping up a few beats as if he could no longer suppress it.

Salander was nervous, and even the pupils of his eyes trembled a little bit.As if to hide this, he stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

At this time, even any qualified gentleman would not refuse the young man's request.

But is Bruce Wayne a gentleman?

—Of course he wasn't, no matter how much he looked like it.

He's just Batman, an absolutely sane detective—this is the truth that countless Gotham villains have tried in various ways.And everything that Salander just showed is a bargaining chip that he can put on the negotiating table.

"crash"

Among the sound of rain, the sound of metal clashing seemed insignificant.Just when Bruce Wayne caught him, he also saw the key in Salander's palm.

——Before Batman's thinking, Bruce Wayne's body has already made a decision.

The man looked blankly at his fingers hanging in mid-air, they still kept the appearance of releasing the key.But Salander turned and opened the door behind him.

The moment the door opened, a faint smell of dust overflowed, but the inside was not messy.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" came an abrupt voice.

Bruce Wayne turned his gaze to the source of the sound. The key had been pulled out before he knew when, and the door of the original big factory had been concealed. Salander was standing at the door looking at him.

...as if waiting for him.

Doubts about this building have been haunting Bruce Wayne from the beginning to the end. This is an old and weird house, which appeared before their eyes at a certain time when they urgently needed shelter from the rain, but it could still be opened by Salander's key.

Even if the person who saw all this was not a detective, he would have doubts: Is this a trap?

But all Bruce Wayne did was just walk in.

Once inside, he was attacked.

A long black shadow flew towards him from the side, and just as it approached the front door, the man grabbed it.

Bruce Wayne's fingertips sank into a softness, and he lifted the thing a little farther away, it was just a towel.Not far away, Salander was wiping his wet hair with another towel of a similar design.

Seeing the man look over, Salander obviously misunderstood something, "I usually wouldn't live here, so I didn't pay the electricity or water bills, and it's normal to have a little dust on the towels. If you don't want to just settle— —”

In the next moment, the darkness in the room was replaced by warm yellow light.Perhaps because it has not been used for a long time, the headlight in the living room flickered for a moment when it was turned on, but it quickly returned to normal.

"Oh," Salander stared at the biggest lamp for a while, "is it your special ability as Green?"

Bruce Wayne just put down the phone, and there was a rare little innocence in his eyes that belonged to Bruce Wayne, "I just contacted the electricity management bureau near here."

Salander: "..."

Sure enough, in most cases, the banknote ability is the best ability to use.

The young man glanced at the raindrops hitting the window like bullets outside, and casually tossed the towel on his head aside, "According to the current weather, it is very likely that we will be staying here tonight, I'm going to tidy up the room. "

This house is actually not that big, just standing in the living room Bruce Wayne can see the prototype of the two bedrooms.But Salander gave up the bigger one without hesitation.

While Salander was tidying up the house next door, Bruce Wayne stood at the door of the larger bedroom.

The double bed is placed inside, and there are pillows and quilts for two.But those things are really too old, like styles from more than ten years ago.

This place doesn't have portraits of a family of three like Wayne Manor, but the man smells similar.

He moved his gaze to the position near the window.Below the window, there is a small area where the dust is extremely thin. It seems that there is always a frequent visitor sitting there, facing everything in the room, emptying his mind completely, and then staring blankly for a few hours.

"You seem to be very interested in this place." Salander's voice sounded behind him. The young man held a broom in his right hand and a bucket in the other, looking very... homely?

"This is my parents' room."

Bruce Wayne paused, not because he didn't think of this, but...

"...What about them?" The man's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows in disrepair.

"She was burned to death in the car, and my mother's head was chopped off, and she is still missing."

Quite a short sentence, without any special emotion - just like when Bruce Wayne mentioned the death of his parents to others now, it was just a sentence or two that was unclear.

It is customary for those upper-class people to look sympathetically and say some empty, comforting words.And Bruce Wayne would nod in response, sometimes saying a word or two.

But what he feels inside is only known to him.

He knew how powerless he felt after mentioning this incident, and several times, he even wanted to drop the wine glass in his hand and withdraw from the flashy reception, so as to do more meaningful vigilante work , or something else that can calm yourself down.

"Leave the rest of the cleaning to me." Omit the meaningless relief and cliche expressions - Bruce Wayne is tired of this, and he believes that Salander is too.

The tip of the young man's nose was a little red at the moment, as if he had choked on the dust while cleaning the room, and in order to save face, he hid himself in an unknown place and sneezed several times.

"Leave it to you?" Salander looked suspiciously at the man in front of him, "...Have you ever done this?"

It can't be his fault, who can believe that a playboy in the upper class would go to sweep the floor and wipe the table?

"I did." Bruce Wayne's voice was calm, just like when he spent hundreds of millions without changing his face.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

For a moment, Bruce Wayne caught a smile on Salander's face.This smile does not carry even a little bit of the pretense of a Gotham prince, it only belongs to Salander himself.

This actually made the man think of the boy who lost a lot of blood leaning on his chest and smiling.

In such an emergency situation, there was no mirror at all, so until now Bruce Wayne didn't know what expression he showed at that time, but it certainly had nothing to do with being relaxed and happy.

But the boy struggled to raise his hand to reach the skin at the corner of his mouth, and then moved the skin with his fingertips——

"Hey, what's the matter? You are frowning, you are obviously the hero who defeated the Batmonster! So, hero, come on, s.mile."

Is Batman a hero now?He didn't know, but most people called him that.

In countless lectures, many people said that what he did made Gotham and the world a little bit better.It is said that the black symbol of Batman brings the dawn of the whole city.

But Bruce Wayne still saw countless shadows sneaking in. Many people, including the companions of the Justice League, said that "Batman is omnipotent" and "Batman is always right".If not, there's no way he'd be the brains of the league at all.But only he himself knows that this is not true.

He hoped that what happened in the alley would never happen again, and that everyone could put a smile on their faces, but after all, he couldn't save everyone, and he couldn't be everyone's hero.

Bruce Wayne turned around and looked at Salander's back.

The young man was sitting with his back facing him by the window in the double bedroom. At a certain moment, the other party seemed to notice something, got up and went to the window sill to check, and then froze.

Bruce Wayne guessed that Salander should have discovered something.But after that, the young man carefully folded the thing he took from the window sill, put it in his pocket, and pretended nothing happened.

"Have you finished cleaning?" The young man who came out of the bedroom again looked almost the same as before, only the sharpness and complexity in the depths of his eyes had not completely receded.

"Not yet." Bruce Wayne flicked the broom in his hand.

What he had told Salander earlier was a lie, he hadn't done any cleaning work at all--neither when he was a vagabond, nor when he was Brucey's baby.

To be honest, this is really not an easy job, at least harder than fighting criminals.During the cleaning process, he knocked over the basin three times, almost broke the broom twice, and greeted the dust that had finally gathered on his face four times.But now, even the corners of his clothes were stained with water—he looked in a terrible mess.

but……

"Sarande, I have something to tell you."

Salander was not surprised that Bruce Wayne was able to call out his real name. There are too many clues in this room.

"If you have a problem, you can go to Gotham. I... have a friend there who might be able to lend a hand."

Yes, maybe Bruce Wayne cannot be everyone's hero, but he will never give up hope because of this. He will do his best and work hard to achieve it within the limits of his bottom line.

——As long as the other party needs him.

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The author has something to say:

Can you speak English with a smile?this day is over

Tomorrow should be more

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