Chapter 2121 The Ultimate New World (Part 2)

Bruce was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of this game, at least that's what he thought. Has this game gone so crazy to increase the difficulty? Can they just make a little girl?

Bruce took a step back and looked at the lively little girl in front of him. He couldn't believe that she was a virtual character created by the organizer.

After hesitating for a while, he stepped forward, knelt on one knee, looked straight into the little girl's eyes and asked, "What did you call me?"

The little girl looked a little confused, but soon showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said, "You are another father."

Bruce was stunned again, and it took him two or three seconds to react. He touched the little girl's head and said, "Are you the daughter of Bruce Wayne from another universe?"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Elizabeth Martha Wayne, you can call me Aisha." The little girl seemed to be very familiar with it.

Hearing Martha's name, Bruce paused for a moment, and he touched the little girl's head again, and called out, "Elsa?"

Elsa nodded vigorously, revealing a brilliant smile.

It would have been fine if she hadn't smiled, but when she did, Bruce got scared. Her mouthful of sharp teeth made such a cute little girl look a bit more scary and weird.

"Your teeth..."

"Um, dentist... um... correction." This part was obviously not very proficient, and Elsa could only recite two words with a stammer.

Bruce squatted down, looked back at the room, took out the money in his pocket and counted it, sighed and said: "Well, no matter which Bruce Wayne your father is, it seems that I have to take care of you, otherwise the judge will sentence me for abandonment just based on your appearance."

Bruce stood up, took Aisha's hand, and said to her: "I'm afraid this place is unfamiliar to you, so we have to adapt together."

Bruce turned his head and found that Aisha just turned her head and stared at Bruce's face. Bruce reached out and touched his cheek and said: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Aisha shook her head.

When the two walked into the elevator, Aisha asked, "Where are we going?"

"To eat." Bruce tugged at his jacket and said, "But our money and clothes don't allow us to go to any high-end restaurants. You shouldn't have eaten fast food, right?"

"I have. My mother took me to all the fast food restaurants in Gotham." Aisha still had some difficulty speaking, but she just spoke slowly. The use of words and the logic of expression were completely in line with her age.

Bruce immediately showed an interested expression and asked, "Who is your mother?"

"I won't tell you." Aisha turned her head to the other side and stopped talking.

After that, no matter how Bruce asked, Aisha didn't speak. Soon the elevator reached the bottom floor. Just as he was about to go out, a white lady with a key came out of the small door next to the mailbox.

She pointed to the mailbox to Bruce. After Bruce walked over, he found that the mailbox representing his apartment was full of bills.

Bruce covered his forehead and stood for a long time. He felt that if nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely have an accident.

But he couldn't have an accident. If he was alone, he couldn't pay the rent and owed bills. At most, he would have to sleep on the street. Anyway, he had to sleep on the street when he was fighting crime on the street.

But he couldn't take such a young girl to sleep on the street, and this universe obviously couldn't find her mother, so he couldn't give the child to the other party for raising.

Bruce sighed deeply, and then noticed Aisha's gaze again. He turned to look at Aisha and said, "It seems that I have to find a job after dinner. Let's go."

After that, he took Aisha's hand and walked out of the door of the lobby of the apartment building.

When the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, Bruce felt as if he was in another world.

Before entering the fighting game, Bruce had just suffered a little setback on the way to fighting criminals. He broke into the banquet and made a scene, but got nothing except injuries.

There was no clue to the murderer who killed his parents, and no justice that could be upheld. He firmly believed that life had fallen to the bottom, but he didn't expect that he had just started to fall.

After entering the Doujie game, Bruce discovered something amazing, that is, everyone had unrealistic expectations of him.

It was so amazing, even mysterious. Why did everyone look at him as if he could immediately take out a useful piece of equipment, or even a piece of equipment that could turn the tide and solve all difficulties?

Was he a turtle in a wishing well?

And if he didn't do it, they would show disappointment. Bruce was sure that he was not wrong. Although they hid it well, they were indeed disappointed.

But why were they disappointed?

Then Bruce gradually realized that he might be the weakest Batman among all the universes.

The other selves were so strong that even Bruce couldn't understand how the other selves could create so many impossible miracles.

What made him even more sad was that even though the other selves were so strong, no one could avoid tragedy, and no one could save tragedy.

At the end of the old version of Doujie, Bruce was very excited about the technologies displayed in the mall, because he knew that he lacked these things, so after returning to his own universe, he had been preparing for this.

Sure enough, one day, an owl landed on the attic of Wayne Manor and delivered an invitation letter for the internal test of the new version of Doujie. Bruce signed his name without thinking.

But now it seems that the internal test version is probably prepared for other Batmans. As for himself? It's better to go to bed as soon as possible.

Coming to the garage downstairs, Bruce found the second-hand Ford car, which was very conspicuous among the bright and beautiful new cars.

Bruce could imagine how many residents of the apartment would look at this broken car when it was parked here. They would definitely wonder how someone who drove such a car could afford to live in a house here?

Bruce didn't even look at the bill in his hand. He knew that the bills incurred by an apartment in such a location would make him lose his last hope of staying here.

But the good news is that Aisha's appearance means that even if he drives such a car, he will not be considered a human trafficker.

Sure enough, the car was checked four times after passing through two blocks. Bruce was asked countless questions, but he was not asked if this was his daughter.

The most impolite police officer at most looked at Bruce, the car, and Aisha, then shook his head and sighed, obviously worried about Aisha's future.

"We have to consider moving." Bruce thought about it in his mind and expressed his thoughts, regardless of whether Aisha could understand him or not. He said: "The unpaid bills in the short term will not make us bankrupt, but without any skills certificates, any job I can find is not enough to pay the rent in this community."

"There is no need for us to live in the city center. We can move a little further away, where the consumption level will be lower. I prefer to find a house in a low-income middle-class community, closer to the supermarket, so that I can save some gas money."

When Bruce turned his head to look at Aisha again, Aisha showed a little puzzled expression. Bruce put his hand on the steering wheel, sighed and said: "Your father has never worried about bills, right? But I actually have a similar experience. Wayne Group is very rich, but that doesn't mean I have a lot of disposable income... We are here."

Bruce drove the car into the parking space, pushed the door open, and then opened the door on Aisha's side. Aisha got out, and Bruce picked her up and walked into the revolving door of McDonald's.

There weren't many people in McDonald's at this time, because it was noon on a weekday, and white-collar workers in the city center were under great pressure and had less time to eat. Most people chose to bring their own lunch. Some people who had to eat out mostly needed to talk about business while eating, so they would choose a more upscale restaurant.

Bruce took a menu and spread it in front of Aisha and said, "Come on, you order first, what do you want to eat?"

Aisha looked at the dollar price, pointed to a children's meal, and then looked at Bruce without saying anything.

Bruce glanced at her, and didn't say much, and ordered a hamburger meal for himself.

Their meal was ready soon, and the two began to eat in silence. During this time, Bruce kept fiddling with his phone, as if he was checking what was in this magical little touch screen square.

He fiddled with it for a long time, then frowned. Aisha asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but these interfaces suddenly stopped displaying. Wait a minute..."

Bruce took out the bills that he had stuffed in his pocket. After flipping through them for a long time, he found that there was a phone bill inside, which showed that he had been in arrears for more than ten days.

Bruce sighed again and put away his phone. At this time, Aisha had almost finished eating.

A waitress came over to collect Aisha's plate and winked at Bruce.

Bruce could certainly understand what she was hinting at. His capital to be popular with the opposite sex was not just status and money. He knew that he was handsome.

And now, he was not dressed formally. He wore a hooded sweatshirt, a jacket and jeans. He looked like a white man who did manual labor.

This kind of profession would be more popular with some women, because manual labor means that they have a strong physique and a better figure than those who sit in an office.

But Bruce didn't care about that at the moment. He just wiped the food crumbs from the corner of Aisha's mouth with a tissue.

Fortunately, the waitress was only slightly disappointed, but she still talked to Aisha because she looked cute enough. Bruce was fiddling with his phone and finishing the rest of the food.

After they finished eating, they left through the revolving door. As they walked towards their car, they found a male police officer standing next to his car. When he saw him coming, he said, "Hey, man, you should know that parking is not allowed here, right?"

"I don't know. I'm from another place. Please forgive me this time, officer." Bruce walked up and said.

The police officer waved his hand and was about to write a ticket when he saw Aisha coming out from behind Bruce. His hand paused for a moment and then said, "This should be your happy day. Don't do it again."

After that, he left. Bruce drove the car with Aisha to refuel. The black guy at the gas station stuffed the bill into his arms. After Bruce paid the bill, he was already confused.

"What's going on in this universe?" Bruce looked left and right and said in a low voice, "I thought I was at Milan Fashion Week. Why are the people here so good-looking?"

Bruce has discovered that the few people he just met, whether in appearance or figure, can no longer be said to be above the passing line, but excellent.

The waitress was blonde and had a curvy figure. The police officer who issued the ticket looked like Schwarzenegger, with a standard inverted triangle figure. The black guy working at the gas station had a thin waist and long legs, and his face perfectly matched the black aesthetic. Even the old cashier in charge of checkout at the gas station looked like a great wizard with a decisive position in some magic kingdom.

But at the same time, Bruce found that this group of people was a bit strange.