[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter30 unanimously external

The blue is mixed with amber, sharp and aggressive eyes, staring straight at Clark's sculptural fingers (the little reporter is unconsciously licking the crystal sauce on the fingers), making it difficult to define Bruce Is it inertia to play the playboy, or is it really fascinated by that hand.

It wasn't until Clark put down the spoon contentedly—smiling as he wiped the last spoonful of soup—that Bruce spoke again.He leaned forward a little, letting his eyes linger on the other person: "You see, this is the magic and power of money, small town boy. As long as I pay, the owner of the Chinese restaurant has to get the roast goose according to my heart You have to spend an hour cooking the soup according to the oldest and most authentic method I said. In short, money is the key to any door, and it is the passport to heaven. If you have enough money, you can buy everything."

From "Look" to "Everything", Bruce's focused and focused eyes never left Clark.He hadn't intended to tease this innocent boy too much, but as their relationship deepened, Bruce found that he couldn't stop this kind of behavior.

The small town boy shook his head in disapproval: "There are so many things that cannot be bought, Bruce. There are many things that cannot be measured with general equivalents, let alone purchased."

"for example?"

"For example, friendship." Clark's clear blue eyes through the lens, the standard blue iris, evenly pigmented, well-defined, like a pure and boundless polar sea of ​​ice.He said solemnly, "For example, the lost..."

"Although money can't buy true friendship, it can still buy something that looks like that as a substitute." Bruce held out a finger to stop him, "I was expecting you to have a sense of humor, Clark Presbyterian Bruce."

A thin layer of clouds seemed to be covering the polar sea of ​​ice, and after a while the sky became clear again: "Maybe, maybe I did have it before, but since I left my original world and settled down at 221C Baker Street, London, I don't seem to know where I've lost my sense of humor."

"Human beings are the prisoners of their hearts. What dungeon is darker than the heart prison?"

"What kind of jailer is more ruthless than oneself?" Clarke took over Bruce's words with blurred eyes, "Oh, don't you really want to quote allusions in front of me?"

"Why not? Clark, who is knowledgeable and has a great memory." Bruce left his chair gracefully and casually, leaning his tall and muscular upper body towards the other side, and then, his strong, scarred hand was placed on Clark's On the shoulders, the fiery grip passed through the ill-fitting old suits, instantly connecting their skin, blood and nerves.

The noisy conversation sounded one after another, and Clark closed his eyes with warm hands wrapping around his shoulders.At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had opened up all his senses, the little movements at the next table, the whispers next door, the roar of cars passing by outside the restaurant, the traces of molecular tremors in the air, and every pore on Bruce's handsome face Every road...everything is interwoven into a deep and harmonious symphony, forming the heartbeat and breath of this city...

A lingering heat rose from the depths of his chest (probably due to eating too much), the little reporter opened and closed his lips stained with bright soft light a few times, and finally gave up the attempt to speak or protest .

In a large central city like London, a person is surrounded by thousands of people at any time.We pass people on the streets and on corners, we rub shoulders with people in restaurants, theaters, and transport, we stand in line with people who are disconnected and indifferent, floating alone in a silent vacuum.

These two insects, frozen in amber by resin, spanned a long time and space, and were unearthed in London in the 21st century. They stared at each other quietly.

With a clicking sound, the small and distant sound caused Amber to crack a gap, which sounded like thunder in Clark's ears.

The little reporter said softly as if hypnotized: "I seem to have heard...the sound of the safety catch being pulled, and John's...John is in danger!"

"He always put himself in danger for Sherlock, if you mean our neighbor St. John." Bruce's eyes were fixed on the other person, but his tone was as casual and innocent as ever.

However, his playboy mask for many years shattered into molecules and atoms in the next second.

"The Abnormal Human Research Center is calling Hannibal Lecter, Bruce Wayne, and Clark Kent. Please cooperate fully with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson."

"At least the research center is finally willing to condescend to say something human." Bruce greeted the waiter, and stuffed a stack of banknotes (Clark expressed his surprise that billionaires used cash instead of swiping cards), and then mercilessly He dragged his companions and started running wildly.

Attentiveness, elegance, looseness and laziness fell apart in an instant. At this time, Bruce's eyes were gloomy and serious, and his handsome face was frozen into ice. These changes put another mask on Bruce Wayne's shell, and Clark was dragged by him. Running through the night in London, hardly knowing him at all.

"Are you okay, little white-collar Clark who lacks exercise?" Bruce's voice was a little muffled by the howling wind.

"Thank you for your concern, I am very grateful. I am fine, except for this!" Clark pulled his hair that was messed up by the airflow caused by the maddening. "Your hairstyle is not bad, Bruce, a millionaire who has a crazy love for extreme sports! By the way , had a good time tonight thanks to you, running aside."

Bruce pressed a few buttons on the communicator, and when they returned to 221C at a speed of sprinting [-] meters, the hood and bulletproof tights were ready, not only high in strength, good in softness, fireproof, waterproof and high temperature resistant, even according to The principle of reflection and refraction of light has a certain stealth effect.

"WOW...that's so cool! Let me tell you, Batman's equipment is no higher than yours!" The little reporter put on the bulletproof bodysuit and pulled off the hood.And Bruce hooked the corner of his mouth as a smile, put a small backpack on his back calmly, and buckled a belt on the tights.

"Would you like to come with me for a little adventure?" He stretched out his black gloved hand, which was a gentleman's invitation to dance.

Clark seemed to be bewitched, he put his hand on the opponent's hand as if in awe, and whispered: "Yes, Ido."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your mutual conversation, little Bruce, little Clark." Dr. Lecter changed into a sportswear, and he stood in front of the door, like a painting framed by an exquisite frame, with that unique , metal scratching voice said, "My roommates are at the sports center, or on their way to the sports center, if I can help you."

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