Chapter 3455 Research on Cats and Dogs (III)

Clark threw Bruce onto the sofa in his bedroom.

He let out a sigh of relief and was about to call Alfred when the Fighting World System sent a message.

"Hello, now I'm notifying you that your world is about to usher in a plot point and has been selected by players in the Fighting World as a dungeon. It is expected that four players will log into this universe in one hour and land at the Metropolis."

Seeing this prompt, Clark was stunned.

This is a new feature launched by Doujie. Some participating players complain that someone happened to come to their home when they were scheduling dungeons, which made some of their plans a mess - "some" specifically referring to Batman - so Doujie launched this warning function.

During the period before your world becomes a dungeon and other players log in, the system will notify the players participating in the fighting world in this universe to prepare early.

Of course, this may cause some players to prepare in advance, deliberately hinder, or even harm other players. However, the information is two-way transparent, and locals can prepare early, and those players can prepare early, depending on who made the preparations more fully. This is also a part of the game.

But in most cases, players will not take meaningless and destructive behavior. On the one hand, they are restricted by tasks. If they simply smash and looted materials, they cannot take them out, and they cannot complete the tasks and cannot get points, which is a waste of time. On the other hand, the fighting world does not encourage meaningless destruction. If they are complained by multiple people, they may be banned.

Clark glanced at the notification and then looked at Bruce who was drunk on the sofa. He felt that Bruce should have done it on purpose.

Otherwise, why is it so coincidental? When someone came, Bruce got drunk. He should have learned the news in advance and did this on purpose.

But what's the point of doing this? Clark didn't know either. Anyway, Bruce is unconscious now, and he has to deal with all the troubles.

It only took a second for Clark to make the decision not to disturb Alfred. He walked to the sofa, carried him with Bruce's waist, and flew out of Wayne Manor again.

Flying back to the metropolis, Clark did not return to his home, but came to Luther Manor.

When he put Bruce down, Lex Luther stood behind him with a complicated expression. He seemed to have hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Even if you think he is in the way, it's a bit bad to get him like this?"

"What?" Clark turned to look at him.

"You got him drunk in order not to let him participate in the Metropolitan affairs. Be careful that he will wake up and cause trouble for you."

Clark pursed his lips helplessly and said, "How could I get him drunk for such a small thing? He was drunk by himself."

Lex's eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and he said, "Is there any special reason why he dares to get drunk at this time? Are there people among the players whom he doesn't want to meet?"

"I don't know this." Clark shook his head and said, "Do you have any news about who it is?"

Lex thought about it and said, "I think we should first study what the plot point is about to happen."

"We'll discuss this later, I'll handle him first." Clark helped Bruce to the bathroom again.

He wiped Bruce's face with a towel soaked in cold water. Perhaps because of the stimulation of the cold water, Bruce woke up a little.

Then he ran to the toilet and started vomiting wildly.

He spitted out all the wine and finally got better. He turned over and sat on the ground. Clark helped him up again and asked him to wash his face next to the sink.

Bruce could barely stand firm, turned on the faucet and rubbed his face with cold water for a few handfuls, making him more awake.

"You should go to sleep for a while, but before that, let us know what you plan."

"I think watching a movie is pretty good." Bruce lay on the sink, wrinkled his eyes and rubbed his stomach with some discomfort, "It would be even better if you want some popcorn and coke."

"I'm not talking about this." Clark washed the towel and hung it, and said, "What do you think about the fight world?"

Bruce lowered his head, his hair grew longer, and as he drooped to the side of his cheek, it made people unable to see his expression clearly. Clark only saw his jaw move.

"I think it's good," said Bruce. "We can all try to double-rank with different teammates, so that we can understand each other better and help us unite the power on the earth."

Clark was keenly aware that something was wrong and said, "Didn't you read the notification from the Fighting World?"

"I saw the team disbanded...what?!" Bruce's eyes were scattered, obviously browsing the interface of the fighting world.

Bruce was stunned for 10 seconds while Clark even began to suspect that he was preparing countless plans like other Batmans. He spoke, "It's over!! Why at this time?!"

"So you really don't know. Then why are you going to the bar for a drink?"

Bruce flipped his body over and leaned against the sink to look at Clark and said, "You mean, the last game we had in our group cannot be considered a disagreement, and what you proposed might be that we should change our teammates, it's just your dream talk?"

Clark opened his mouth and said, "I didn't say that. I mean, is that the reason you ran to the bar to get drunk?"

Bruce smiled at him and said, "Whether it is, I will definitely say yes. Because in this case, if we deal with this gamer's arrival event, then you are half responsible."

"Bruce..." Clark cried, "I admit that at the end of that game, I was a little over-verbal. I really shouldn't say that. It was completely my fault. I apologize to you."

Bruce stared at him motionlessly, his expression looked like the kind of lie detector that would be placed in the interrogation room. It was not about how professional it was, but as if he had appeared somewhere in a certain posture, it would have a deterrent effect.

"I invited you to couples night because I felt it would be a little embarrassed if I apologize to you alone, so I wanted to use this method to ease our relationship. I really didn't expect you to run to drink."

"But you sent me a message," said Bruce.

"Yes, you're an adult, I have no right to interfere with you going to the bar. I really thought you were just having a pastime, and didn't expect you to drink so much."

"You also called me for a video call."

"I can see that you're drunk, but I don't think it's okay to get drunk once a while. I didn't expect that players will come here at this time."

"Yes, it was all you didn't expect. You didn't expect that when the little girl died in front of me in the last game, I would have PTSD."

Clark was stunned. The plot of the previous game passed in his mind. He remembered one of the scenes, where a little girl was shot and killed while running towards Bruce.

"So that's why you're not in a good state throughout the game?"

Bruce wiped his face again, shook the water droplets on his hand, but did not say anything. Clark took a deep breath, walked over and pressed Bruce's shoulder and said, "It's totally my fault, I'm so sorry."

Bruce leaned to the side, but it didn't seem like he was trying to break free on purpose. Then he put the toilet lid down, sat on the toilet, looked up at Clark and said, "I'm so troubled that I'm going to explode. How are you going to deal with those players?"

"Lex and I are discussing what the upcoming plot point is. Since they are in the Metropolis, it must be related to the Metropolis. I doubt anyone will invade the Metropolis."

"Who? Alien?"

"It's not important, you should go to bed." After that, Clark helped Bruce up from the toilet - to be precise, he picked it up without considering his wishes, and then stuffed him into the bedroom.

"I made a serious mistake." Clark said to Lex as he closed the bedroom door.

"What kind of mistakes are there between you and me," said Lex. "I just hope this mistake didn't happen in my bathroom, otherwise you both will get out of me."

"Where are you thinking about? I mean the game I had with Bruce before." Clark sighed and said, "I realized he was in a bad state. I thought he was annoyed, so I said maybe we can try it with another teammate..."

"Then what?"

"But that's actually a misunderstanding. A scene in the game triggered his bad memories, and I didn't find this."

"So he just ran to the bar to have a drink? Are you thinking about him too fragile?"

Clark walked to the chair and sat down, and said, "Actually I know he is not that vulnerable, but he just likes to go crazy like this, and it's obviously my responsibility, so I can't say anything."

Lex said after being silent for two seconds: "What purpose is he so crazy? Just to get your attention?"

"Maybe it was expressing his dissatisfaction," Clark said. "You know, choose him or you, choose him or choose Diana..."

"Why didn't he ask you whether to choose him or Louise?" Lex looked speechless.

As soon as he said this, Bruce pushed the door out, holding a strange cuboid slice in his hand. In Clark's opinion, it looked like a cell phone from another world.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark asked.

"I'm inspired." Bruce said without raising his head.

“What inspiration?”

“Inspiration to make a cell phone!”

Bruce hurriedly ran out, but he actually didn't sober up at all. Now he was just the second stage of drinking crazy. Clark and Lex had to hurriedly follow him.

"Hasn't the Wayne Group been making mobile phones?" Clark said.

Bruce suddenly stopped suddenly, Clark almost stopped, and Lex hit Clark directly. Fortunately, the speed was not fast, otherwise he would have died young.

"Yes, Wayne Group has been making mobile phones." Bruce turned around and said quickly, then he suddenly roared, "But none of you fucking uses Wayne Group's mobile phones!!!"

Then he turned around and ran, and Clark quickly followed him and chased after him. Fortunately, Bruce didn't think he could fly, so Clark rushed up and grabbed him.

"What are you going crazy! Bruce!" Clark snatched the phone in his hand and said, "We don't use the phone from the Wayne Group because our phones are still good now, there is no need to change it, and that thing is very expensive..."

"Nonsense! Because you still treat me as Batman, you think I might install a wiretap system in your phone, so even if I give it to you, you won't use it..."

"What the hell are you talking about? You haven't sent us?"

"But he gave it to you, you'll use it!" Bruce pointed at Lex and said, "Why don't you doubt he would install a wiretap in his phone?!"

"He has never sent us, and we have never doubted..."

Lex really couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled Clark from behind and said, "He's drunk and is completely crazy now. You hurry up and get him back into the house..."

It would be fine if he didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Bruce started running again, running from the corridor to the patio on the second floor.

At this moment, he finally remembered that he could fly, so he soared into the air and flew out of the gate.

Clark quickly followed behind, and Bruce accelerated like crazy, and Clark had to follow him and flew faster and faster.

Maybe it was because of the cold wind from the sky that Bruce was a little awake again, as if he was a little confused about the current situation, and did not understand how he flew up, and then fell straight down.

Clark quickly flew down, snatched him up in the air, and then placed it smoothly on the ground.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Bruce's madness came up again, and he shouted at Clark: "You want us to watch a movie all night, but you don't prepare popcorn and coke. You know that I like to eat popcorn and drink coke when watching movies..."

Clark is now convinced that Lex is right. Bruce just drinks too much, so he shouldn't reason with this drunkard.

So he rushed up and hugged Bruce from behind and fell on the side. Bruce was so dizzy that he was thrown, but he still staggered to stand up.

Clark really had no moves, so he stretched out a hand and tried to control his strength, and punched him on the back of his neck. Bruce fainted directly.

Seeing the drunkard finally calmed down, Clark had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that at the end of the alley, four eyes staring at him in unison - all with blue eyes.
Chapter completed!