Chapter 15 Invitation

Chapter 15 Invitation

Chapter 15 Invitation

"You mean, after you've been there for a few days, the biggest problem you've found is... he might be stealing electricity?"

Nick Fury was standing in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, holding a newspaper and asking Coulson.

Coulson also knew that the report was a lot like the day before with a hangover and no time to write, and got up early in the morning to rush to work.The conclusion above is only one bottle of whisky away from nonsense.

Nick Fury took the report and took a deep breath, his mouth opened, but he still paused for a moment, obviously very speechless.

He said: "Actually, I've always disagreed with the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. rating scale, Coulson, I think you're my strongest argument against it, aren't you?"

"Uh..." Coulson rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Actually, we didn't observe anything. We found that there may be a tunnel underground in his clinic..."

"I should really ask Nurse Jenny to test you for a DUI, Coulson, it says 'Observed that the target often appears suddenly in other places about 100 meters away from the clinic', and your conclusion on this is... There might be a tunnel under the clinic?" Nick Fury said.

"Actually, I know that he may have the ability to teleport." Coulson said, he folded his arms and frowned and said: "But according to the cases we have come into contact with, teleportation always has the moment of landing, and we arrange around it. Hundreds of tiny cameras were used, but none of them captured anything unusual."

Nick Fury said: "Then go and add a few hundred more. He is very important to us at the moment, and he is the most difficult opponent to deal with. Don't be careless..."

At this time, on the bed of the professor's apartment at Gotham University, Schiller just woke up and found that he was holding a fluffy thing in his arms. He looked down, Pikachu!
"Oh, what's wrong with you? What time is it now?" Pikachu couldn't open his sleepy eyes, and Schiller rubbed his eyes. Why did this mouse come with him? ?

Pikachu looked around with sleepy eyes, was startled, woke up instantly, and said, "Where is this?! How did you bring me here? You are actually a personal trafficker???"

Schiller said while folding the quilt: "Why don't you explain to me first why you are in my bed?"

"You're too embarrassed to ask me??" Pikachu yelled, and it said: "On the third floor, you only turn on the heating in your room!If I hadn't picked the lock, I'd be frozen to death by now! "

"Oh, is it?" Schiller said without guilt. "Freeze-drying mice is not a good idea."

"So why are you here? Where is this?"

"As you can see, I travel through time, so I wake up here," Schiller said. "This is a very dangerous place. If you run around, you will be stewed within 3 minutes."

"Hey." Pikachu made a disdainful snort and said, "You can travel through time and space?Then I can still splash. "

Schiller didn't tell a lie, and Pikachu knew nothing. After all, he was a rat. In the eyes of these superheroes, his words were not even as credible as a repeater. If he went to Batman, Batman would definitely be the first. Stew it for a while, Batman doesn't kill people, but it's not that he doesn't kill mice.

In the face of non-human creatures, very few heroes of the earth have any trust in them. Although Pikachu speaks no different from humans, and has a strange Canadian accent, this obviously looks like some kind of yellow mouse of genetically modified organisms, which is obviously difficult Trust any normal person, so Schiller has nothing to worry about.

When Schiller was making the bed, Pikachu jumped up and down to smell the room, wrinkling his little nose and muttering in disgust: "It seems that you are really good, this is really not the original world."

When Schiller went to class in the morning, he carried Pikachu in his bag. It wasn't that he wanted to take Pikachu to class. The main reason was that if he didn't bring it, Pikachu would definitely slip out by himself and be stewed.

Pikachu poked his head in Schiller's bag and was pushed back several times by Schiller. In the afternoon, Schiller put the bag on the table in the counseling room, pressed Pikachu's forehead and said, "Listen, even if I don't care about others. Seeing this strange yellow creature in my bag, I think you should also understand what I told you about superheroes, each of them takes 'nosy' as their life creed , no one will let go of studying you, a yellow mouse, especially..."

While Schiller was talking, the door of the counseling room was suddenly opened, and Bruce said, "Professor, I..."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that his professor was pressing his hand on the forehead of a strange yellow creature.

Pikachu was startled and jumped into Schiller's arms in an instant. Schiller pursed his lips, looked at Pikachu and then at Bruce, he hugged Pikachu and said, "If I say, this is a new breed of albino. Mole, do you believe it..."

"Don't believe me, are you going to make another one?" Bruce said with his arms crossed.

Pikachu bared his teeth at him, and Schiller covered his mouth. He said, "What's the matter with you, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce walked over and said, "Actually, I'm sorry...that's it, I'd like to invite you to Wayne Manor..."

Visiting Wayne Manor?
What is this invitation to surrender?
Bruce is obviously a little awkward, because Schiller knows his true identity, so he can't grasp whether he should be Bruce or Batman, and the current Batman is not as cold as in the future, and he will even take the initiative to find Gordon to cooperate, So right now Bruce is in a very tangled state.

Schiller could feel a little bit through telepathy. He knocked on the table and said actively: "I can see that, Bruce, you are very tangled now, sit down."

"Actually, you did very well before. Bruce is not Batman, he is just an ignorant playboy. His favorite things are clubbing and drinking, surrounded by beautiful women. But Batman is just the opposite..."

Bruce sat down. He pressed his fingers to the corners of his brows and said, "I don't see the point of doing it. I don't think I can hide it from anyone."

Bruce is not stupid. He is the only rich man in Gotham City. He is the only one who has the financial resources to manufacture Batman's equipment. He doesn't think criminals are stupid, and he doesn't know that he is Bruce Wayne.

And one or two can be inferred just from the figure. Bruce's game flowers will never be wrapped tightly at some point. It's not difficult to figure out some details of the figure.

In particular, Schiller has seen Bruce go out in the middle of the night more than once, and the female companions around him have never been the same. Half of the famous Nightingale cheering troupe have been with Bruce.

In fact, Schiller speculates that many villains with high IQs in the comics should not be completely kept in the dark. This reasoning is really not difficult, but they still make a pair of "Who the hell is Batman? How can I guess? There must be a reason for the appearance of not coming out.

"Yeah, it's not really a secret, but as long as you want it to be a secret, it will be your weapon if necessary."

"If you show that a secret is important to you, others will think that the secret is important to you. You try to hide it, but if you reveal it at a critical moment, it will naturally prove your sincerity, even though it is not actually unimportant."

Schiller was talking about Bruce's future operations on Zhenglian. In order to win the letter of Zhenglian, Batman took off his mask - announcing a secret that everyone actually knows, Batman is Bruce Wayne.

But everyone still strengthened their trust in Batman, because Batman always showed great importance to this secret and was willing to reveal it for the sake of his companions. Of course, he could win the trust of others. Although this secret can be guessed by thinking about it, but It doesn't matter, what matters is attitude!

Bruce touched his chin and said kindly: "For example, if a criminal wants to threaten me with this, I can set a trap for him without haste..."

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "It's time for a mental consultation. Regarding your invitation, I will consider it carefully after I get the invitation letter."

Bruce didn't quite understand why Schiller had to think about it carefully. In the United States, a verbal invitation meant that it was a private visit, not a formal one. It was probably just a private dinner together.

But when Schiller mentioned the invitation letter, Bruce felt that maybe Schiller thought that this kind of invitation was not formal enough and did not seem to be taken seriously enough, so after he left the consultation room, he asked the butler A Fu to prepare the invitation letter and banquet.

What he actually didn't know was that, for Schiller, being invited to his house by Batman was like saying to him, "Are you interested in taking a chance?"

He needs too much mental preparation.

Although Schiller knows that the current Bruce is far from the Batman later, his two identities have not even been completely distinguished. If it is the Batman in the comics, Bruce will only come over with a bottle of wine and say that he will be at the party. Introduce him to a few beauties.

Rather than being serious and awkward.

But Schiller's stereotype of Batman is so deep that he even suspects that this is a deliberately set up by Batman to get his DNA, which is definitely something Batman can do.

In addition, although Bruce didn't say it, it was clear that Pikachu, the yellow mouse, caught his attention.

Schiller picked up Pikachu by its tail and said, "Did you see the person who just came? That's Gotham's handle. In the future, if you want to eat and drink spicy food, it's best not to offend him."

Pikachu struggled desperately, waving his short hand in midair, and said, "Put me down! That person just now was really scary!"

Schiller dragged Pikachu by the tail and brought it to him, and said, "How did you know that?"

"Detective Intuition!" Pikachu shouted, and it said, "You should really think about not staying here, it's making me chill, shouldn't we go back to where we were yesterday? I can even put up with you eating strawberry jam! "

Schiller looked Pikachu up and down and felt that it wasn't telling the truth.

(End of this chapter)