Chapter 20 The detective’s script is always the same “Are you sure you want this…
"Are you sure you want to do this? You really don't want to eat anything? Not even candy?" Bruce held the bread with an uncomfortable expression.
"It's okay, I'm a puppet." Liu Shu was concentrating on fiddling with the red string. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a child with a delicate face.
"What puppet?"
It was a crucial question, but unfortunately she wouldn't give him an answer. Liu Shu didn't say anything. She knew that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she would make. It was better to let others think for themselves.
Bruce's expression became visibly worse, and smart people's imaginations always point to the worst possible scenario.
"Do you need sleep?" he asked softly, as if he were facing a real child.
"No."
"I took you for a long walk before. Were you awake at that time?" Two transfers and one train, the road was bumpy. Maybe Bruce needed to take a car next.
"It's on standby."
Liu Shu turned her head. She felt that Bruce was paying too much attention to her. "When are you leaving?"
"soon."
Liu Shu held the glittering candy in her hand. She turned the candy wrapper but did not open it completely.
"Why?"
"What do you mean?" Bruce took a sip of water from his glass as he faced the man staring at him. "I'm a detective."
Do you detectives share the same brain? Anything that doesn't make sense can be explained away by simply saying 'I'm a detective'?
"Do you remember where you came from?"
"Luo Fu."
"I'll help you." He wrote down the name.
"You are very smart." It was finally Liu Shu's turn to say this to others.
After staying idle for a night, Liu Shu, who was told by Bruce not to go out, went out.
"Today's newspaper."
"Yes, sir."
It was a cloudy day today. Bruce put down a few coins and stood next to a roadside telephone booth with a newspaper.
He had just finished reading a line of words when he looked up alertly.
"Didn't I tell you not to come out?" Bruce looked at the person in the tree. No one knew that he had been enduring all this time, and finally he could come to find her when Liu Shu had a slightly bigger flaw.
"Really?" Hypertension replied, and Liu Shu jumped down with a calm face. Although she was not usually like this, she could play a rebellious child well.
Children are the most troublesome, and the helplessness on Bruce's face now is genuine.
"If you want to follow me, you have to listen to me."
“…” Liu Shu raised her head. She actually felt very tired because the person in front of her was a little tall for her now, but for the sake of momentum, she couldn’t lower her head.
"Take this."
"What?"
"It can simulate heartbeat." The conditions were simple, and this was all he could do. Bruce had already thought of a solution if she disobeyed him.
If it were Gotham, he would have given her all the tools she needed to pretend to be normal, but this was another country.
Liu Shu took the necklace. It was a little long and could be covered by her clothes. She found that everything this person did had traces to follow, if you paid attention.
She put a thin metal ring on Bruce's hand with her backhand.
"What is it?" he asked, imitating Liu Shu's tone.
"It will tell me where you are." On the contrary, Tiangang, Liushu always thought it would be fun to do this.
But this isn't just for fun, this little thing can block the attacks of hungry ghosts, and Ryushu doesn't want Bruce to get hurt.
"I won't run away, I promise." Bruce turned the thing in his left hand, seeming a little uncomfortable.
He didn't try to take it off.
"What are you going to do?" This was a question asked despite knowing the answer. After being introduced by a classmate, Liu Shu placed a commission with a detective named Matchstick Malone.
The story is about finding Winnie and Tina and bringing them back to Gotham from danger.
Matchstick Malone is Bruce's disguised identity. He took on the task and asked Liu Shu to take leave until he brought the person back.
Because at the beginning he did not rule out the suspicion of the criminal who killed Tina's attending physician, for safety reasons.
"I'm looking for someone." Bruce opened the newspaper in his hand, 'Detective Sherlock Holmes solves strange cases', '...'.
'Birthday Murder Case', 'Hotel Renovation', 'New Factory Opening', 'Immortal Dog', 'New Subway Construction', 'Come on Vacation!', 'Suitcase Found', 'Famous Painting Disappearance Case' - these are the cases Liu Shu has on his hands.
There was something unusual about newspapers from decades ago.
Liu Shu looked down, handed the newspaper to Bruce, and took today's newspaper from his hand.
Holmes? The name...
“There is no such case.”
"You know you can't fool me."
"There is no such case." Mycroft's tone was the same as before. He turned his back to Sherlock, like an NPC who had only one line of dialogue after completing a mission.
As if he had savored something from his words, Sherlock sat down again and asked him, "Where should I go?"
"Rusty Lake."
With a direction for investigation in mind, Sherlock turned and left, but he looked back before opening the door.
"Remember, there is no such case." Mycroft stared at him.
Sherlock gave him a knowing smile and closed the door.
"Since we're sure they're there, why don't we just rush in?" Liu Shu looked at his hand being held by Bruce. To be honest, no one had done this for a long time. It felt strange, as if he suddenly had a father.
"Can you beat them?" Unlike Liu Shu who was extremely uncomfortable, Bruce was quite used to it.
"Of course." Liu Shu looked straight ahead. She could beat up an entire mental health center, even ghosts.
Bruce disagreed when he heard this. He took Liu Shu across the road. After they had safely crossed the zebra crossing, he spoke: "We have to investigate first." He could actually fight too.
"Do I have to be a psychopath?"
"Could it be me? What are you going to do then?" The original plan was for him to go in alone, but if he wanted to take Liu Shu with him, he had to change it. Bruce touched her head, and it felt good.
“…” Don’t blame him, blame yourself for being too cute. Liu Shu looked up and stared at him, staring at him all the time.
"Blink a little, Grace. It's bad for your eyesight."
She could have kept staring at him, but Liu Shu obediently resumed her previous routine. She was still not used to being called a pseudonym.
Her current identity is: Grace, the autistic little girl and daughter of Matchstick Malone.
They inquired around the White Gate Mental Health Center, and Bruce made her an appointment for a checkup tomorrow.
"Remember?"
"You think you're a psychopath, but I'm your distant relative." Watson picked up the flyer on the table. He was going to investigate the case with the great detective again.
"Jack Brown, a man suffering from depression, saw the famous Rusty Lake Mental Health and Fishing Center one day and thought, 'This is a place where you can reflect on the past, look forward to the future, and clear your mind.'"
"Aren't we going to the White Gate?"
"Yes, Jack's mental problems are so serious that he needs to go to White Gate for treatment." Sherlock clenched his right hand and then let go. He was a little excited.
The inexplicably disappeared body, the hanged police officer, and the suspect in the White Gate Mental Health Center. He is very interested in this case and also in the other detective investigating the case.
Dale, whose entire family was murdered on his ninth birthday, including his parents and grandfather, was killed with a Thompson submachine gun. Growing up, he became a detective and took on Case 23, but his whereabouts are now unknown.
"Aren't you going to rest tonight?" Watson opened his suitcase and took out the case book for tomorrow. He found that Sherlock had spread the map on the table and the coffee next to it was half gone.
"I need a black eye."
Well, attention to detail.
"good evening."
“…” The quilt covered the lower half of Liu Shu’s face, leaving only her eyes exposed. She remembered that she had told Bruce that she didn’t need to rest.
"See you tomorrow." Bruce was immune to Liu Shu's gaze. He turned off the lights and the door and left as if he had done nothing.
He seems to be very good at dealing with naughty children. Don't think too much about it. Liu Shu pulled the quilt to his forehead. Red Hood is still struggling in Gotham. Wayne will only affect his speed in drawing his sword.
She remembered that the Penguin's Iceberg Restaurant later became Red Hood's. How did it change? Just rob it. Liu Shu turned off his phone.
Opening two doors at the same time is a very tiring thing, fortunately she doesn't open two doors at the same time. Liu Shu checked the doors and windows of her house, and they were fine, just the same as before.
She is a little far away from her doll, but Liu Shu will calculate the time difference and go online on time.
"What's wrong?" Although it was late at night in the UK, it was only afternoon in Gotham, and Liu Shu answered the phone.
"Someone escaped from prison. It was the person who killed her attending physician." Liu Shu knew who the 'she' in Tim's words was referring to.
I don’t know why, but I feel like it’s just as expected.
"Luckily I'm in Crime Alley." Could that person possibly run to Red Hood's territory?
"Whether it's a prisoner or Red Hood, be careful."
After reminding Liu Shu, he quickly hung up the phone.
Now that Bruce is not in Gotham, Tim is in charge of everything. Liu Shu admires him very much. She asked about the details of the Tina incident early this morning, and he sent everything to her more than ten minutes later. He was still awake at that time.
During the day, Liu Shu saw the news about Robin preventing a bank robbery. Until now, he actually had time to call her. He worked from morning to night without any rest.
But she had no right to criticize him, because if you count the time when Liu Shu was active in the UK, she might be even more hardworking than Tim.
"Are you ready, Grace?"
"..." Liu Shu nodded. She only needed to be led by Bruce later. She didn't need to speak or react to the outside world. It was still easy to act.
"Hello, Mr. Malone?" A woman in a white coat stood at the front desk, confirming the visitor.
"It's me, hello," Bruce handed her the list in his hand, "Where should I go next?"
"This way." She stretched out her hand, made a guiding gesture, and led them back.
"Please wait here."
Liu Shu's first impression of this mental health center was "white." Everything he saw seemed to have lost its color...
No, it shouldn't be like this, Liu Shu lowered his head, and after stepping in here, even his own color disappeared.
After she realized this, everything in front of her returned to the way it should be.
Ryushu squeezed Bruce's hand.
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