"It's a full suite of rooms, with four bedrooms and separate bathrooms on the left and right. Of course, if you don't mind, there's another set next door."

The glow of the crystal chandelier illuminates the entire living room.

The soft carpet underfoot makes you feel like you're stepping on a cloud, and the extravagant furnishings and décor are all about luxury.

Lane, who was barefoot, shirtless, and had a short trouser leg, didn't fit in with this place no matter how he looked at it.

He looked at Selena.

Serena: "There are only two of us."

Hearing this, Alfred had a rather vigorous and resolute attitude, and then said, "There are new bathrobes in the bathroom, and in an hour, I will bring you new clothes and dinner."

"Thank you." Ryan bowed.

Alfred gave him a deep look, turned and pulled the door out.

After closing the door, Selina looked at him in surprise, "Why is he so good to us?"

"Because I'm a good psychiatrist."

Ryan put down his clothes and sat down, and his whole body was suddenly wrapped in the soft sofa.

"You dare to say that I thought he was going to be angry!" Selina sat down beside him, her mouth open in surprise at the soft touch.

At this point in time, what else can a psychiatrist do when he comes to the door?

It's nothing more than counseling a child who witnessed the murder of his parents.

But it's one thing for someone to invite you, it's another thing for you to come to the door yourself.

The latter is about the same as poking someone's lung tube directly with a straight stick.

So the moment Ryan spoke, Selina was ready to be kicked out.

So why not?

Ryan didn't know either.

Although he majored in psychology in college, he only had an undergraduate level, and he didn't know much about it, but to say that a doctor was really putting gold on his face.

Originally, Ryan's plan was to throw a smoke bomb, and when the other party couldn't help but want to attack, a holy light came directly from his head.

If you want to promote and suppress first, basic operation.

The result?

There was no one at all, and after a few seconds of silence, as if they hadn't heard anything, they invited the two of them in.

Alfred, it's really not ordinary.

Suppose, if you have to find a reason, then ......

Probably the light that is everywhere.

And now, it is the light with the power of destiny.

At the same time.

Ah Fu, who was being nagged, recalled the surveillance footage he had just seen while going downstairs.

The image of Ryan jumping over the gate with Selina made his eyes twinkle.

In particular, Ryan's silky movements seem to be able to fly higher if he hadn't adjusted on his own.

If it weren't for Alfred's extraordinary experience and mind, I'm afraid he would have wanted to jump on his own now to verify whether the gravitational pull of the Earth has really changed.

Downstairs, the fireplace was lit again, and a thin figure was quietly watching the flickering flames.

"Bruce." He called softly.

"Hmm." The boy replied motionlessly.

Alfred stepped forward, crouched down and looked into his eyes: "The time set by the police department to solve the case is forty-eight hours, and I believe there will be an answer tomorrow."

Bruce turned his head slowly, his eyes gradually focusing.

The eyes are facing each other.

"They won't disappoint, will they?"

"Yes." Alfred nodded seriously, thought for a moment, and said, "You wait for me for a while, and I'll take you to meet two special guests later."

"Special?"

"Yes, he is here for you."

"Do I know?"

"No, so you can't get too close, even if I don't think he's going to hurt you."

Hearing him say this, Bruce became more and more puzzled.

Alfred is a butler, a friend, a bodyguard, and an elder.

If it is not really possible to determine whether a person will cause harm to him, then the best thing to do is to simply eliminate the possibility of any danger occurring, rather than as it is now......

Alfred grabbed his hand, affirmatively and meticulously.

"Bruce, I know what you're thinking, but, that kid, he doesn't feel the same way to me, though...... But my gut tells me that he might be able to help you."

"Although what?"

Alfred had a small smile on his face, "He's about your age, maybe a little smaller, he said he's a doctor."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly said, "Psychiatrist?"

"Yes." Alfred got up, "He's in room one, but he's bringing a girl with him who isn't just too ordinary. We'll go up together later."

Bruce nodded.

In the guest room, Selina exclaimed in surprise.

"What a big room, such a big bed, such a soft mattress!"

Ryan stood in the doorway, "You probably haven't showered in days."

Selina suddenly got up and patted her clothes, brushed her hair, and pretended to be calm: "It's okay, it's only two days, yes, less than two days."

"The money bag will be here later, so you can pack it up."

"Okay, close the door for me, thank you!"

Ryan grabbed the doorknob and before closing the door, he said, "Don't run around, kitten."

"Why, I must get a good night's sleep here tonight."

Ryan smiled and closed the door.

In the next second, Selina suddenly lay on the bed in frustration.

Although Ryan didn't hurt her, after seeing the bloody and terrifying and fantastic picture, the fear in her heart was only forcibly suppressed when she was face to face, rather than disappearing directly.

This is also the survival of a street girl, a little wild cat.

Time flies.

Alfred first sent two new outfits.

Ryan is in a suit, and Selina is in a dress with a shiny breeze, and looking at her expression, she doesn't seem to like it very much.

Alfred seemed to be on her wrong pulse.

Back in the room, Ryan changed into new clothes from the inside out, which was unexpectedly suitable.

Chu Chu is a young man, with a dragon and a phoenix, bright eyes and bright teeth, looking forward to Shenfei.

When I went out, I saw Selina curled up her calves and fiddling with her shoes, frowning, and muttering words in her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"These shoes are so hard to wear, but I still like my original ...... Uh......" As she spoke, she looked up and stopped talking when she saw Ryan.

"If you're not used to it, put on slippers first."

"Oh~" She first bowed her head, then shook her head, "No, you're dressed so formally, I can't hold you back."

"It's okay."

"You're considerate."

"It doesn't matter if you're there anyway."

Selina gritted her teeth, snorted heavily, retreated into the room, and slammed the door shut.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Alfred pushed the door open and stepped sideways.

An equally dignified teenager walked in.

Ryan stood up to greet him.

"Bruce Wayne."

"Ryan Lee."

With both hands clasped together, Alfred raised an eyebrow.

The young master seemed to have forgotten what he had just said.

Bruce was looking at Ryan, his gaze lingering on Ryan's eyes for several seconds.

Ryan is also watching young Bruce, Batman is not common at this time, he is now completely in a state of "helplessness", even Ryan can feel it

to his confusion, hatred, pain, and fear that has not yet dissipated.

"I heard you're a psychiatrist?" Bruce asked first.

Ryan shook his head, "No, but guaranteed to be better than a psychiatrist."

"What's that?"

"You two, you might as well sit down and talk slowly. Master, why don't you accompany our guests to dinner?"

Bruce ate a rather perfunctory bite at dinner, and Alfred was almost thinking about him.

Perhaps out of courtesy, Bruce nodded after a moment's thought.

Soon, Alfred walked in with a food cart.

When the table was full of food, Selina arrived on time.

She wore the shoes of the man on her feet, and walked steadily, but she deliberately did not look at Ryan.

"There's one last course, but you can go." Alfred withdrew.

Ryan was not polite and ate very relaxed.

Serena even seems to have the presence of Bruce without Ryan in her eyes

But after a while, he looked at Bruce, "You're not eating?"

Bruce's plate had a small bite of beef.

He looked down, a hint of struggle on his face, and then shook his head.

"If you don't have enough to eat, how can you get revenge?"

Swish!

Bruce jerked to his feet, and the table shook.

Ryan quickly picked up the glass of water that was about to fall.

Selina looked at Ryan in surprise, she witnessed the killing of the Waynes, but she did not see Ryan at the scene.

"You know what, right?!" Bruce's eyes stared sharply at Ryan.

"Know a little." Ryan nodded.

Bruce immediately lay down on the table and stuck his head in front of Ryan, "Tell me!"

When the words fell, he seemed to feel that his tone was very bad, or that his attitude was too strong, so he pursed his lips, quickly adjusted his emotions, and said, "I can give money, or whatever I have. Just tell me the clues you know."

The hope and longing in his eyes almost overflowed, and at the same time, for fear that his hopes would be disappointed, he tugged at the tablecloth in his hand.

Ryan took a sip and wiped his mouth.

The slowness of his movements made Bruce look more and more impatient.

"Tell you, can you take revenge?"

"Of course you can!"

"You can't."

The door slammed open.

Alfred pushed the steaming last dish on the food cart, and after the fog, he looked at Ryan with a frown.

"Mr. Lee, if you know anything, please feel free to tell us, and the Wayne family will definitely pay you satisfactory."

Ryan looked at him, "Even if you are added, or even the entire Wayne Group, it will not work."

Bruce was about to speak, and Alfred pressed his shoulder.

"I hope you can understand Master Wayne's eagerness."

Ryan shook his head: "Relatives and blood feuds don't need to fake their hands in the first place. I like the youthful spirit."

Alfred's eyebrows furrowed deeper: "Can I think you're instigating now?"

Ryan turned his gaze to Bruce's bright eyes.

"When the law fails to bring justice to the person concerned, private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment on."

"Mr. Lee!" Alfred's tone suddenly increased: "If you continue, then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

"You need to calm down."

"I think you're the one who needs to calm down." Alfred's breath was a little rougher, and now he only felt that he had seen the wrong person and done the wrong thing.

After Ryan's words, Bruce really didn't decide what he would do.

He stepped forward, ready to ask Ryan to leave.

Ryan slowly raised his hand.

Seeing this, Selina immediately stood in shock

She thought of the snapping fingers of the ruined corpse again.

But this time it's clearly not.

"Light."

A whisper.

The Light is coming.