Bruce returned to the Batcave, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, and pulled a chip out of the clump of handkerchiefs and inserted it into the computer.

"What is this?"

Jason asked curiously.

"Dick copied from Chris's computer"

The data is copied from a mirror, and this copy method does not require the decryption of the source file, which can prevent the data from being discovered when destructive encryption is decrypted, but this copy method is also equivalent to concentrating all the difficulties on the subsequent procedures, and everything done before the decryption error will be in vain.

“... He's really disguised himself as that."

Although Dick used the word waiter, Jason was not a fool, the kind of old man with a good-looking young boy with a good figure could be guessed by his toes.

When Bruce heard Jason say this, his gaze shifted from the computer screen to Jason's side face staring:

"You're worried about him?"

“.... Who's going to worry about him?"

"Don't worry, Dick can protect himself"

Jason looked at the expressionless Bruce and whispered:

"You trust him so much"

"Huh?"

"Nothing"

The computer quickly decrypted the contents of the chip. When I opened it, I saw a series of inexplicable words..... Or rather, an inexplicable combination of letters is more appropriate.

"What is this?"

Jason didn't understand it for a long time, there were a few that barely seemed to be a combination of words, but this spelling was too wrong.

Jason believes that even his previous spelling skills are higher than these.

"It's a code word"

"Password?"

"Right"

Jason watched quietly as Bruce kept rearranging the inexplicable row of letters on the computer with software, and the empty cavern was only the sound of keyboard hitting, and the rhythmic sound of percussion made Jason drowsy.

I don't know how long it took, but Jason suddenly woke up to find that he had a blanket covering his body at some point, and the back was still tapping at the computer.

"Haven't you found a pattern yet?"

Jason asked with a nasal voice rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“.. Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Jason watched Bruce irritably pick up the coffee cup next to him, but found that there was only a circle of coffee stains left inside, and he had to put it down and continue to focus on the computer screen.

"What about Alfred?"

Jason suddenly remembered that Alfred hadn't seen anyone since he picked up Bruce.

"He has other things to do"

Jason used to think that the most mysterious person in the world was probably Batman, except for the occasional crime fight, you can see him, and then you can occasionally see the lamp in the sky that is used to call him.

But after living next to Batman, he learned that the most mysterious person in the world was Batman's butler - Alfred.

He always does everything without you knowing it, such as the extra water glass in your hand for some reason, such as the tea that can never be drunk, and the room that is always clean and tidy.....

Sometimes Jason would think to Bruce. It's no surprise that Wayne has the financial resources to hire a magician or something.

But it is obvious that the "magician" is not there at this time, and only then will Jason deeply feel that Batman is just a rich man.

Jason took the elevator back to Wayne Manor, and after stepping out of the big clock, he didn't go straight to his bedroom, but walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Although he didn't know what Alfred was going to do, that old man would never leave Master Bruce, who was completely incapacitated, at home alone without any preparation.

Turning on the light, the scene in the kitchen confirmed Jason's suspicions.

“.... Should we thank God that at least there was no fire? ”

It's a mess in the kitchen, and it's clear that some person with zero ability to live wants to get himself some more coffee to drink..... As far as the results go, well, 100% failure.

Jason roughly cleaned up the wreckage at the scene, and it was okay, the coffee machine was at least still functional.

After cleaning up the crumbs in the coffee machine, replace the consumables that are completely unusable, dig out the ground coffee in the cupboard, then dig a few spoonfuls of the ground coffee into the coffee machine and turn it on, the next thing is to wait for the cup under the spout to fill the coffee ...........

Jason couldn't understand why a hacker who could hack into all the networks in the world, a person who could assemble and disassemble weapons by himself, would not use a fully automatic coffee machine....

All you need to do is dig up the right amount of ground coffee and pour some water into it, Alfred even filled it with water......

The fully automatic coffee machine quickly finished working, and the beeping sound accompanied by the aroma of coffee woke up the sleepy Jason, shook his head, picked up the cup of freshly baked coffee, and walked towards the big grandfather clock......

Bruce watched as the decryption software was still working on the screen. This software is written by himself, which covers all the encryption methods in this world, including the riddle joke that the Riddler is best at, but until now, there is still no way to apply to this code.

"Give"

A scent of coffee burrows into the nasal cavity and relieves the irritability of the brain.

Bruce turned his head to find that it was Jason who was holding the coffee, and paused for a moment, but still took the coffee from Jason's hand.

"You should go to bed"

Jason rolled his eyes at this, and then said in Alfred's way of speaking:

"Drinking coffee at this time is not good for your stomach, Master Bruce"

Bruce remained silent in response to Jason's retort of yin and yang.

"Haven't decrypted yet?"

Getting little answer, Jason was used to this kind of one-sided conversation.

I didn't think it before, but the playboy who always talked about it on TV was actually a silent and stuffy guy in reality, and it took Jason a long time to get used to this contrast.

Sometimes he wondered if Dick's noisy guy just couldn't get used to Bruce's silence and left home.

His eyelids were glued again, and Jason decided to go to sleep, after all, he wouldn't grow taller if he lacked too much sleep, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by the bird of paradise.

“... This kind of person may not have such a good brain, and their encryption method is sometimes very simple."

Jason has stolen a lot of things and pryed a lot of safes, and in his experience, these people don't usually make passwords too complicated, because they sometimes forget them.

Jason said this and went back to his room to sleep, until Brusto stared at the pile of code words on the screen and thought.....

The next morning, when Jason walked to the dining room, Alfred had already prepared breakfast.

"Morning, Master Jason"

"Early, Alfred"

Jason stretched out and greeted Alfred, he didn't want to ask what he was doing last night, and Alfred wouldn't tell him.

"Is breakfast an egg sandwich with milk or black tea?"

“... Milk"

"Okay"