The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 105

Until nine o'clock in the evening.

"Hasn't Bruce come back yet?"

This is the third time Song Mo asked this question tonight.

Alfred was still in the living room sorting out the couriers he had just received, when he saw Song Mo running over in slippers - he had put on new clothes for the child as early as noon, a white shirt and a black shirt chosen by the old housekeeper himself. The overalls are obviously suitable for him, and Alfred also bought new shoes for Song Mo, but the child still seems to have a soft spot for the huge pair of slippers.

Alfred didn't even know where he found those slippers, because Bruce rarely wore shoes in the room, so he put them away long ago.

The old butler looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Maybe he has other things to do." The old butler took out a very formal mini-size suit and vest from the box, "Do you want to try this?"

Song Mo didn't speak, and obediently walked up to the old butler, and opened his arms like he did when he was interviewing the clothes before. Alfred also carefully measured the size of the clothes with a soft ruler, and then took a note of the size of the clothes. Go to the workshop to modify.

The process was rather long, and the old butler was afraid that Song Mo would be bored, so he turned on the TV for him, and as expected, the child immediately tuned to the channel of "The Incomparably Brave Batman".

It is still a Batman-related image from the perspective of passers-by, but this time, it is a little different.

The picture is a tall building with a photo on the huge screen above. Batman and a man dressed strangely and wearing clown makeup are standing on the left and right of the photo. The two are holding a big red flower. Flower, there is a square character in the middle. Song Mo recognized that it seemed to be the character of Captain Yanhua's hometown, but he didn't know what it meant until Mendelssohn's wedding march sounded in the shaking video.

He knows this, whenever a noble in the destiny gets married, someone will play this song at the ceremony.

There were exclamations from passers-by outside the screen, Song Mo looked at Alfred, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Is Batman married to that person?"

Alfred glanced at the screen after hearing the words: "No, this is just a prank."

Song Mo looked at the person wearing the green wig in the photo: "Then who is he?"

When he asked this question, his expression was very serious, and he seemed to disapprove of the exaggerated appearance of the other party. Alfred couldn't help laughing: "He's a clown."

The child tilted his head: "A clown?"

It's a very strange name, but after watching "The Brave Batman" all day, it doesn't prevent Song Mo from guessing his identity: "Is he also a Gotham villain?"

"Perhaps." The old butler gathered up the clothes he had just tried on and hung them on his arms, then stood up, "He likes people to say he is a bad guy."

Under the guidance of Captain Yanhua, the seven-year-old clergyman, Genzheng Miaohong, doesn't seem to understand why some people in the world like to be villains. This question is a bit out of the ordinary for him.

He sat on the sofa, watched the old housekeeper carrying those clothes to the workshop, and when he came out again, he asked, "Is Bruce married?"

Alfred paused when he tidied up the children's items: "No."

Song Mo asked again: "Then does he have a girlfriend?"

The old butler laughed: "Why do you ask this?"

The child lowered his eyes, still sitting in a very upright posture with his hands on his knees, but his hands were slightly clenched: "I want to know more about Bruce."

Alfred looked at Song Mo on the sofa.

A seven-year-old child probably has no concept of marriage, and his thoughts are as simple as his clear eyes, which can be seen through at a glance.

The old butler sighed and showed a helpless expression: "Then you may be disappointed, Mr. Xiao, I think the young master—I mean Bruce, the only person who can accompany him for the rest of his life is probably to die alone."

Song Mo's clenched fist was a little loose because of this sentence, but after realizing the deeper meaning of this sentence, he couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Apparently, the same question was plaguing Alfred from a different perspective.

The old butler shrugged: "Because he is stubborn, he has only one tendon in his mind, and he will never confess to anyone what he is thinking."

Song Mo: "Including you?"

The old butler: "Including himself."

Song Mo thought for a while: "I don't quite understand."

Alfred picked up the boxes that had been packed on the ground and walked up the stairs. Song Mo also jumped off the sofa, following behind him with not too long legs and huge slippers.

The old housekeeper thought of an excellent metaphor in the process of going upstairs: "For example, Mr. Xiao."

"If you're afraid of the dark, would you want Dora to accompany you alone?"

Song Mo nodded: "Yeah."

Alfred: "But he's different."

The old butler rolled his eyes without any burden when no one could see his face: "What he thinks is that he is afraid of the dark, so he can't drag another person to be afraid with him."

Song Mo stopped in his tracks and watched the old housekeeper turn and enter the workshop with a half-understanding expression on his face.

The Mexican Research Institute is still stepping up the research and development of the atavistic gene antibody, and the old butler still has to drive a sonic plane to the research institute to oversee the work after finishing most of the work and watching Song Mo lie in bed.

After all, everything in that research institute is good, except for the professor who is known as a genius who only emerges once in 100 years, he is notoriously procrastinating and lazy.

It was already after twelve o'clock when Bruce Wayne returned to Wayne Manor.

Gotham is about to usher in a heavy rain. The dark clouds above give people the illusion that the night is about to be completely overwhelmed. There is a lot of wind in their ears. As usual, Wayne Manor does not even turn on the street lights.

The isolated island stood in the center of Crescent Bay, except for two headlights, it was pitch black.

After parking the car in the garage, Bruce didn't go to the Batcave immediately as usual. He went up the stairs of the garage to the third floor, stopped in front of the door of the master bedroom of the manor, opened the door and took a look inside.

The quilt was lifted, and there was no one on the bed.

Bruce pushed open the door of the next bedroom again, and the quilt on the bed was neatly folded and there was no sign of it being moved.

The man frowned.

The entire manor was turned off, and the corridor was very dark. He turned around and went down the stairs, and then went to the guest room, kitchen and workshop on the second floor, but there was still no sign of Song Mo inside.

Just when he was about to call Alfred.

He walked out of the corner of the corridor on the second floor, and saw a beam of circular light hitting the ceiling of the hall.

In the middle of the light is the shape of a black bat, and Bruce recognized it almost at a glance as a miniature version of the bat light he created.

The man followed the beam of light and looked down. On the sofa in the lobby, the seven-year-old Song Mo was wearing pajamas, covered with the Batman blanket that Alfred specially bought for him, curled up on the sofa, holding the open book in his arms. Switch the little bat light.

I am fast asleep.

Bruce didn't think that Alfred would watch Song Mo sleep alone on the cold sofa. The only explanation was that he sneaked down after Alfred left.

The man went down the stairs, stopped in front of Song Mo, and picked him up with a blanket.

Bruce moved very lightly, but Song Mo was still woken up.

He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, half-opened his eyes, and froze for a moment when he saw the familiar chin: "Bruce?"

Bruce carried him upstairs: "Don't sleep in the hall from now on."

The child was not fully awake yet, he nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again: "I'm waiting for you to come back."

Bruce paused. He thought Song Mo was as afraid of sleeping alone as before: "Sorry, I'll be back sooner."

"No." Song Mo held the bat lamp in his arms, which was bigger than his head. Alfred dug it out of the tool room in the afternoon in order to demonstrate the appearance of the bat lamp to him live.

He adjusted the position of the bat light, and the road in front of him was illuminated.

Song Mo looked at Bruce, with two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth: "Alfred said you are afraid of the dark, so I'll put on a flashlight for you, so you won't be afraid."

Apparently, a seven-year-old child could only understand one sentence of the old housekeeper's earnest words, no matter how high their IQ was.

Bruce Wayne is afraid of the dark.

Bruce froze for a moment.

A flash of lightning fell silently from the dense dark clouds overhead, followed by thunderstorms and downpours on the ground. Outside the closed window, tree branches were blown continuously and scratched on the glass, making a creepy rustling sound. Strong wind, jacking up the heavy curtains, with the smell of rain and mud.

Song Mo subconsciously shrank in Bruce's direction, and found that the man hadn't moved, so he waved the bat lamp in his arms again: "Aren't you going back to your room?"

Bruce came back to his senses, looked at the illuminated stairs in front of him, and tightened his arms silently.

After walking up to the third floor, the man realized: "Why don't you just turn on the light?"

This way, you don't have to stay in the living room waiting for him to come back.

Song Mo picked the bat lamp in his arms with his fingernails, obviously he didn't want to say the reason, but after a while, he still said in a low voice: "I can't reach the switch." The child whispered more and more, "Your chairs are all It's made of solid wood and it's too heavy for me to move..."

Bruce swallowed, held back.

At least not laughing out loud.

He pushed open the door of the master bedroom with one hand, put the child on the soft quilt, turned around and took a set of pajamas: "Do you still want me to tell you a story today?"

Song Mo: "Yes!"

Bruce: "Which one do you want to hear?"

Song Mo immediately abandoned his second favorite bat lamp, found a black cover from the large box of children's toys that Alfred bought for him, and stepped on him. The big slippers ran to Bruce.

"I want to hear the story of the heroic Batman!"

Bruce Wayne: "..."