"Why did you come to Gotham, Mr. Sherlock Holmes? Where do you live again?"

Shi Lu realized that the next time was time to test his acting skills.

"I live in London, Mr. Wayne."

"Wait, do you know my name?"

"I just wrote the book to Thomas Wayne, maybe I can think that's what you mean."

Thomas looked at Shi Lu suspiciously, and it was undeniable that he was very moved when he knocked down the robbers at the beginning, because Gotham actually had kind-hearted people, so how rare is this kind of brave act.

But when he saw the people who came out dress and heard what he asked, the feeling of relief disappeared.

Not to mention the retro dress, because some people may be pursuing such fashion, but this is Gotham in the United States, he asked how to go to London, as if it was very close, and then he even claimed that his name was Sherlock Holmes.

Obviously there is a mental problem.

Maybe he is addicted to playing a detective, so he can't tell who he is.

Because he helped himself and Gotham's night was too dangerous, Shi Lu was brought back.

"In fact, maybe I've gone through an amazing journey." Shi Lu put down the cane hesitated, took out the newspaper from his arms, and then pretended to hesitate for a while before putting it on the table.

“I think you can make me trust.”

Thomas Wayne picked up the newspaper and read it in surprise. It was a serious London newspaper. It could not be found in any way, but it was a nineteenth-century morning newspaper.

What's the meaning?

This man wants me to believe that he was from the 19th century?

Shi Lu continued calmly, saying that every move shows the personality characteristics of a person who pursues rationality and rigorous thinking, and the grammar used when speaking is also very different from modern times.

"I believe that in the future, yes, through the buildings and transportation you took me through, people's clothes, this should not be my time. So the identification method will also improve, maybe you can check this newspaper."

"Although times have changed, people will not change. I can feel that you are an upright person."

Thomas Wayne listened to this and began to doubt that this man and the robber were in the same group, with the purpose of deceiving himself and performing such a play to achieve what the purpose is.

But is it necessary to travel through time like a lie?

Not even a real person.

After a bit of trouble, Thomas Wayne decided to let him stay, whether it was a clever paranoid or a liar, or it was really the 19th century Sherlock Holmes, and always felt that letting him out would cause some big trouble.

"So, Mr. Holmes, do you want to go for a break? It's too late, I'll arrange a room for you."

"Thank you for your generosity." Shi Lu nodded and was then led to the second floor.

The room arranged by Thomas Wayne for Shi Lu is the innermost part of the second floor. If you want to go out, you will definitely pass by a room of many people. And this is also the farthest from Bruce.

Watching the man close the door, Thomas Wayne handed the newspaper to Alfred, who was following him at some point, "Affer, send this for a check."

———

early morning.

Bruce opened his eyes, couldn't wait to lift up the quilt, put on his pajamas randomly, and then ran downstairs.

The aroma of black tea permeates the entire living room.

Shi Lu was making tea for himself, but when he heard the sound of going downstairs, he didn't look up and continued to fill the teacup.

"Good morning, Master Bruce."

"Good morning." The little boy greeted excitedly, "Just call me Bruce!"

"Why do you know I'm down? You obviously didn't look up."

Unlike ordinary families, Thomas and Martha pay great attention to education and believe that excellent education can shape excellent people. What they teach Bruce since childhood is not what ordinary children learn.

So Bruce's idol is Sherlock Holmes.

Think about it, London during the Industrial Revolution, heavy smoke filled the streets of Baker, and the detective and his partner were shuttled through the alley, and the detective followed them just to search for the murderer.

Silhouettes printed on curtains, alcohol bottles in corners, burning firewood stoves, books on bookshelf, maps on walls, pipe racks…

What else is more handsome than this?

Bruce waited for his answer in anticipation.

"This is the unique sound of footsteps of a child." Shi Lu responded to him, picked up the tea and took a sip.

This sentence has already satisfied Bruce.

"This taste, I have to praise your taste."

"Just like it." Martha Wayne sat next to her, but her son, who was too curious just now, didn't see her.

She slept the earliest yesterday and had no idea what happened. After being told by Thomas this morning, she was in a very complicated mood, for this magical thing.

However, on the premise of protecting Bruce, the couple is not stingy with their kindness at all.

“We don’t know what we can do about your experience,” Martha continued, “but my husband has already investigated and hopes to find any clues.”

Hearing this sentence, Shi Lu felt that it was time.

"Actually, madam, I'm not in a hurry to this question. What I want to ask is—" Shi Lu stared into her eyes, "Why do you react so much to my name?"

———

After Thomas Wayne thoroughly investigated the location where Shi Lu encountered and all the strange things during that time period, he still did not find anything strange.

I searched all over Gotham for this sudden paranoia, but I found no trace of his life.

I had to ask my friends who are more powerful in finding people to collect some information.

When he returned home, he saw Shi Lu who was watching the Sherlock Holmes's detectives.

He held the book and read it very seriously, and expressed different opinions from time to time.

"In this case, Watson actually helped me a lot. If he hadn't grabbed me, I might have been hit by Mukura."

Bruce lay beside him and listened attentively, "Is Dr. Watson awesome in fighting?"

"Yes, you have to know that he was a soldier. I was good at some Japanese wrestling, but I couldn't beat him." As he said this, Shi Lu turned over another page, but he suddenly stopped, glanced a few times before closing the book.

"What's wrong? Why don't you talk about it? Are you thirsty Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Bruce said disappointed, then turned over and got off the sofa and tried to pour him a glass of water.

"No, not."

"From here, I have never been exposed to those cases." Shi Lu returned the books to Bruce, which were all hardcover books he collected.

"Life is very boring. I don't want to spend time in mediocrity. These cases make me less bored. I don't want to know their ending early."

Thomas Wayne stood at the door and looked at the expressions of his wife and son. They seemed to have believed that this was Sherlock Holmes himself from the book.

"This is a pretty wonderful experience. If I could go back and tell Watson, he would think I was dreaming." The handsome man laughed a few times, "I would be angry for many days and blame my disappearance."

"Please don't worry, I can distinguish between truth and falsehood. Maybe your world is also a novel?"

Then he stood up and took out a few things from his pocket, "This is the gem that the Dutch royal family gave me as a thank-you gift after a case. I think it should be worth it now."

"Would you like to accept me for a while?" He looked at the male owner of the family.

"dad……"

"Well, Mr. Holmes, you are welcome to stay here."

Thomas had no choice but to compromise. At worst, he could send more people to monitor him. Putting the threat under his nose is considered an insurance policy.

But he didn't notice that after Shi Lu said that, he himself believed that this was himself.

"Yeah!!!" Bruce rushed over and hugged him, "Thank you dad! Mr. Holmes can live here in the future!"
Chapter completed!