The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 102

Bruce is not good at dealing with children, he has always been like this, even though he knows that this child is Song Mo.

For a moment, the man covered in bandages didn't know where to put his hands. This was the first time for him.Both of them were silent. The child seemed to be observing him. After scanning his body back and forth, the child curiously landed on the bandage on his body.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor at this moment, and the child seemed to be frightened by the sound of footsteps. Bruce didn't know how the seven-year-old Song Mo judged his current situation, but he was not optimistic.

Because before Alfred appeared at the corner of the corridor, the child stepped on the huge pair of slippers on the soles of his feet and ran back to the next room, and Bruce could clearly hear the sound of the lock being locked.

Half a minute later, the old housekeeper walked into the room with dinner.

"There won't be many villains coming out to make trouble recently, you can rest easy and recuperate, and then hand over those small cases to Sheriff Gordon." The old butler put the dinner plate in his hand on the round table not far away, "Dr. Nerif said You have at least another two weeks to resume normal activities."

Bruce stood up and put on his coat: "He just told me it was two days."

The old housekeeper: "Being able to get out of bed and being able to move about normally are two different things."

Bruce didn't continue this topic, and sat down at the dining table: "How is Huberian's recycling going?"

"For the sake of you taking the initiative to pick up the spoon." Alfred lifted the lid of the dinner plate, "I parked the aircraft carrier on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and Song Mo's small mech was also placed in the Bat Cave. After reading it again, the external damage of the mecha is very large, but the internal circuit is not damaged, and it should not affect the core operating program. But I think it is better than this."

The old butler took out a tablet from the lining of his tuxedo and put it in front of Bruce: "You can't let Song Mo wear that shirt all the time."

On the tablet was an e-commerce platform in Wayne Enterprises, on which was a long list made by the old housekeeper, Bruce glanced at the dazzling pile of children's clothes and toys, and after a while: "...he is not Really only seven years old."

"You should fulfill my old man's wish." Alfred didn't show any face. "Otherwise, I may not have the chance to see you choose these things for the next generation of Wayne Group's heirs until the day I enter the coffin."

"I might not even see Mrs. Wayne's face."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

So, Bruce Wayne, the glamorous richest man in Gotham by day and an extrajudicial vigilante who fights criminals by night, and his all-round butler, who once won the highest authorization medal of the Royal Air Force and is familiar with various high-tech operations, began to sit around a dinner table. .

A heated discussion ensued over whether a seven-year-old would prefer Thomas the Engine or a Batman figure.

The production of ancestral gas antibodies against mutants was on the agenda, so after selecting most of the supplies, Alfred packed the dining table and rushed to the secret laboratory in Mexico overnight to oversee the work.

After the old butler left Gotham in his private helicopter on the tarmac of Wayne Manor, Bruce put away the book in his hand for pretending, got up and walked out of the room.

When passing Song Mo's room, Bruce paused, thought for a while, and put his hand on the doorknob.

Unexpectedly, the door was locked from the inside. Even in the process of turning the doorknob, there was the sound of something hitting the ground in the room. It might be a bowl or a vase. After the cracking sound, the room reopened. Quiet was restored.

Bruce frowned, trying to say a few words to make the people inside less nervous, but in the end he didn't say anything.

They really should give kids a little room to adapt when their memories are stuck in the "earth-earth" period.

The man turned back into the bat cave in silence, just like the old butler said, the red and white mecha that was cut off in the middle is quietly piled up in the bat cave at the moment, those lines are exposed outside the cut, it is very complicated, but fortunately The incision is smooth, and there is no technical operation. It is only a matter of time before it is reconnected.

No one knows when the tube antibody will be produced, and no one knows if the tube antibody is useful. Make a worst-case plan. If Song Mo doesn't have a way to change back to his original state, then the only person on earth who still understands the destiny Yes, only the brain in Hyperion.

And that seemed to be very important to Song Mo, or rather.

Very important partner.

In the quiet Batcave, there is only the sound of electric current when the lines are connected. In order to see the reaction of each circuit more clearly, Bruce did not turn on the lights, and the surrounding was very dim. The stubble on the chin that hasn't been shaved in three days looks even more prominent.

The function of the mecha will be restored with the reconnection of each line. After connecting to the line in the most central area, a virtual blue light screen will pop up above the mecha without warning.

A shrunken version of the clown's face appeared on the light screen.

"I'll tell you, if I fix you up and find that you're not as good as that bad Otto was when he boasted to me, I'll throw you back into the sea."

This seems to be some image data in the memory area of ​​the brain named Bangya.

The Hyperian brain, which was still in a damaged state at that time, could not independently and clearly leave any images, so the picture on the light screen was blurry and full of noise, but at least the sound was clear.

The little clown sat cross-legged on the ground, talking to himself while frowning his face to repair the mech he knew nothing about. After he didn’t know which important line was broken, snowflakes flashed on the screen, and then disappeared instantly, leaving only a The blue background of the virtual light screen is still in mid-air.

Bruce couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and continued with his hands.

I don't know how long it took, the light screen flickered, and the picture appeared again. The background was very familiar. It was the sewer where Bruce once stayed, which was dubbed the "clown fortress" by the second generation of clowns.

In the dimly lit sewer room, the little clown sat alone on the sofa, holding a dilapidated children's mobile phone in his hand.

"Dad, are you home for dinner today?"

"But I don't want to eat takeaway, can we go out to eat?"

"Why can't bad guys eat in restaurants?"

"Ok."

The little clown looked at the hung up children's cell phone in a daze, and then kicked the mecha in front of him without warning. , the screen was straightened again, the little clown wiped the dust on the eyes of the red and white mecha: "I'm sorry."

Then he squatted down and held his chin: "When will you be repaired, I want to go to a farther place to see."

Bruce couldn't find the button to turn off the light screen. Reason and a gentleman's upbringing told him he shouldn't pry into other people's privacy, but even though he deliberately lowered his head to repair those broken lines, the sound kept drilling into his ears.

Most of it is the little clown talking to himself while repairing the mech, very daily and trivial, and the voice is becoming more and more exaggerated with a dramatic tone.

Until the day when Hyperion was repaired.

Those recorded pictures are not coherent, even after the mech is completely repaired, there are only some truncated pictures, it seems that Hubrian's brain actively eliminated those that are not important, leaving only some that he thinks should be stay.

For example, his captain received a confession from a girl for the first time.

Bruce raised his head subconsciously when he heard some immature female voices say some very young love words in the picture.

It was a girl wearing a Xavier College uniform, with an exquisite and delicate appearance. The picture was from Song Mo's first perspective. He looked down at the female student who was a head shorter than him.

Bruce heard Song Mo say, "Sorry, you are a very good person, but I think we should focus on learning now."

A very gentlemanly refusal, and even thoughtfully reached out to remove the fallen leaves on the girl's head. The girl showed a disappointed expression, said goodbye in a low voice, turned and disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

Bangya's voice came from outside the screen: "If you weren't absent from class every day, I would have thought you loved learning so much."

Song Mo turned around, and the screen began to shake up and down following his footsteps: "I can't tell her that I like men?"

Bangya: "...do you like men?"

Song Mo: "You don't know?"

Bunya: "Did you tell me?"

Song Mo leaned over the fence of Xavier Academy's flower garden with one hand, and the screen shook violently and then returned to calm: "Then you know now."

"And didn't you say before that I wouldn't be able to survive?" The young man said in a normal tone, "The remaining few years are more meaningful than falling in love. I also want to exchange the most expensive cemetery for my adoptive father."

Snowflakes flashed on the screen, and when it reappeared.

Inside stood a monument quietly.

In the cheapest cemetery in Gotham, there are no relatives or family members on the stone tablet, and only the word Jack is simply engraved on it.

The metal glue that connects the lines is not enough.

Bruce withdrew his gaze, patted the dust off his hands, stood up silently, and walked into the elevator in the Batcave.

When the elevator was about to ascend, another conversation came from the light screen.

— "Just because he saved you a few times as a Gotham vigilante?"

—“Is that not enough?”

— "So you're announcing today that you have a unilateral crush on Batman?"

——"Is Batman bad?"

——"Be sober."

——"He didn't save you because you were special, he would do it for anyone. It doesn't matter if it's Yanhua, or Charles, or Bruce Wayne."

——"They are actually the kind of people you used to hate the most, aren't they?"

"Captain Yanhua, I don't understand."

"Song Mo has done well enough."

"But why is his life always so bad?"

The bat elevator ascended rapidly, completely cutting off all the sounds in the bat cave.

Bruce Wayne frowned slowly.

He walked through the hall, walked up the stairs to the third floor, and then stopped at the intersection of the corridor leading to the workshop and the master bedroom.

There was no light in the dark corridor, and the only light that could be illuminated was the dim moonlight outside the window at the end of the corridor. Seven-year-old Song Mo hugged the pillow wider than others, and sat quietly outside the door of the master bedroom. He looked up when he heard footsteps.

The glass-colored eyes reflected Bruce's appearance, and there was a little redness at the corners of the eyes.

For a moment, Bruce felt that it would be another Song Mo standing in front of him.

He could have given him anything.