Wen doesn't have much memory of the past, but she knows very well that she has no travel experience.

Before leaving, Wen's understanding of travel was "a group of people who were tired of staying at their own home and ran to places where others were tired of staying." After real travel experience, her views remained unchanged.

It's not that Iceland is not fun anymore.

Before coming to this island, Wen's only impression of Iceland was that it was cold, and Iceland was indeed quite cold, but before Wen came, he didn't know that Iceland was a "land of ice and fire" - volcanoes and glaciers coexist in this country.

When Wen first saw this nickname, he immediately thought of an epic masterpiece that was still serialized.

She is not a person who loves reading, but this novel suddenly emerges. After a little surprised, she threw this matter behind her head and focused more on searching for famous attractions.

"You can ask me directly." Connor and she gathered together to look at the search results, as if he didn't have a cell phone himself.

Wen asked him while drawing down: "Where have you been to play after you come to Iceland?"

Connor fell into deep thoughts.

He quickly announced his surrender: "You are right, I haven't been to any place...especially those places with a lot of tourists. Basically, I just go back to Iceland every day."

"It seems that the time I was in danger was a coincidence, just when you stayed in Iceland." Wen said with a smile.

She took a fancy to several very famous geysers and found videos of geysers. These geothermal fountains that erupt intermittently sprayed into the sky like a volcanic eruption, like a pool of snow-white mist rising violently.

...What's the good thing about this thing?

Tourists from all over the world traveled thousands of miles to such a rarely visited Nordic country just to see something similar to artificial fountains?

She really couldn't understand the joy of traveling.

But as the saying goes, everyone has come... It's better to include it in the plan.

Wen Momo put several geysers into the plan sheet, and then realized that Connor had been silent for too long. She turned her head and glanced at Connor: "What's wrong?"

"Your question just now is a little hard to answer." Connor's expression was a little tangled. "Because I was not in Iceland at the time, I just focused on Iceland, and I came back after hearing you fell into the water."

Wen said: "It's a bit... weird."

Connor looked at her with both innocent and nervousness: "Where is the blame?"

"It's hard to say, it's just weird."

So Connor changed his question: "Is that good or bad one?"

It was actually the bad one, but Wen turned his head and kissed his cheek, coaxing him: "You saved my life, of course it's the good one."

Connor immediately wrote. He blinked happily and told Wen proudly: "Because I decided to live in Iceland temporarily, I have special attention to it. After all, I am also a superhero now, so I can't let anything happen to it."

So cute, Wen Xiang, and his eyelashes are so beautiful, thick and slender.

She gently pinched Connor's small cube of eyelashes and felt the gentle force of it as Connor blinked his eyes with his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Connor asked in confusion. "You don't see the attractions?"

"Does they look good to you?" Wen said softly, she let go of her fingers, Connor's eyelashes brushing through her back, and the strange feeling made her want to laugh.

Connor responded happily: "Of course they won't look as good as me."

"And the geysers are boring," he added, "Natural or non-natural seems to be very important to them, but in my opinion, geysers are not as good as artificial fountains. At least fountains can change into many states and images, and geysers can only spray up and shoot one."

He was the same as I thought, Wen Xiang.

She couldn't help but smile, and Connor seemed to have no idea why Wen started to laugh.

He looked at Wen's smile in confusion. As he looked, his emotions were infected, and he gained happiness from Wen's smile, and a smile appeared on Connor's lips.

The two of them smirked silly for a while, but they didn't know who took the initiative first, but a kiss happened naturally.

At first, it was just a gentle touch, which was more like greedy for the other person's temperature and breath. Sometimes skin patches are the best love words, but this warm continuation does not last long, and the warm joy quickly escalates into a more intense emotion.

They began to try and possess, and then invade and plunder like an army. However, once one side showed this intention, the other side would pay and surrender without hesitation, and the army became gentle.

They tangled eagerly, and the occasional separation was just to lay the foundation for the next fusion. The kiss was passionate and long, and at the end, Wen seemed a little breathless.

Connor smiled happily as if nothing had happened: "Let's continue to see the attractions?"

"What else can I see? I won't look at it anymore. Let's go to Deti Waterfall." Wen pushed Connor's shoulder, "The geyser is not fun, the waterfall is still interesting - the artificial waterfall is not so brilliant."

"Okay, you have the final say." Connor agreed without thinking.

Wen paused for a moment and said, "I feel we are developing a little faster."

"I think it's too slow." Connor's eyes and eyebrows were filled with playful smiles, "I'm ready to go to the next step at any time!"

Wen glanced at him sideways and stood up and left.

On the other side of Gotham, Tim and Dick's investigation made almost no progress.

Whenever they felt that they had grabbed the little braid of "Bruce's daughter" and investigated it deeply, they would find that the clues they were doing had nothing to do with the girl, just like someone was setting up a suspicion behind them, slid around them in circles in the maze with bad intentions.

The worst thing is that as they investigated, they gradually began to doubt whether this girl actually existed.

"Maybe the blood sample is forged." Tim said after another tragic failure. "We all know the true identity of the Red Hood. He may have quietly left some Bruce's blood, and then - using some means we don't know, making the bleeding sample, deliberately leaving it to us, so that we have no time to take care of him in order to find the truth."

They investigated the suspicious lawyer, but the results showed that his recent resignation was because he helped his client escape from prison, and the client's enemy was very dissatisfied with the lawyer's work.

After receiving the death warning, the not innocent lawyer chose to disappear without hesitation.

And Tim spent all his time and energy to figure out the context behind the whole thing.

"It's possible, but he's really following a girl, who doesn't participate in all his actions at all," Dick said. "So he's probably an ordinary person-how likely is he's dragging an ordinary girl into this? Even if she's not Bruce's daughter, she's the one we need to focus on."

Tim paused for a moment and had to agree with Dick's point of view: "You're right. How is your situation there?"

He investigates "Bruce's daughter" while Dick stares at the red hood.

Dick said: "The whereabouts of the Red Hood are strange. He has not made trouble in Gotham for a while, but he runs around. I tried to catch them a few times, but his actions seem to have no goal at all. He always appears randomly in different corners of the city, sometimes without even pretending - I don't understand what he wants to do."

The information between the two was shared, so Tim knew what Dick was talking about.

Jason's performance in recent days is indeed very wrong. He no longer runs around provoking the gangsters and Batman, but runs around Gotham like a headless fly. Today he goes to the fast food restaurant on the street for most of the day, and tomorrow he wanders around the streets near Gotham High School. The most outrageous time, he even wanders around the headquarters of Wayne Group for a whole day.

"He was looking for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for," Tim said.

Accurate. Tim completely spoke Dick's heart.

He was extremely confused by the current situation. Every move after Jason's return was strongly purposeful. His malice towards Batman could almost be reflected in substance, but he seemed to have calmed down a lot in recent days.

He was no longer blinded by hatred and anger, which made him even more elusive and terrifying.

Dick knew that he must have shown anxiety and anxiety, and Tim was under a lot of pressure for this. He let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "How are you doing well in school recently?"

Tim was stunned: "It's okay."

"Maybe we shouldn't go on like this anymore. We put too much energy on Jason and that girl," Dick said. "But our top priority is to maintain Gotham's safety, and Bruce should only give you this task before he left."

“Yes, but…”

"Needless to say, Tim." Dick calmed down, "We were too eager to know the secret behind this, and even forgot what we should do the most. If that girl is indeed related to Bruce, it is also something that Bruce should worry about, as for Jason-"

He couldn't think of how to say it later.

"—As for Jason," he said, "if he doesn't move, we'll do nothing for the time being."

Tim nodded silently.

Dick suddenly remembered: "Have you mentioned this with Bruce?"

"No." Tim said, "I tried to contact him a few times, but things seemed very urgent, so I just left a message to tell him everything was normal so that he didn't have to worry about Gotham."

"Contact him now," Dick said. "Since we have decided to wait and see, Bruce needs to know these things."

They called Bruce's communicator.

"I'm rushing back." The voice of Bruce rather than Batman came from the other side of the communicator. "You have done a good job during this period, and Gotham is safe and sound under your protection."

"Of course, after all, the really tricky villains didn't come out to cause trouble, and we can still handle a few small characters." Dick said easily. "Compared with this, Bruce, I think there is something you need to know about, and we found that you might... have a child who is wandering away."

The other side of the communicator was silent for a few seconds.

"I left for this time." Bruce glanced at the little boy sitting in the passenger seat with a stinky face, "I'll explain the details when I come back."

He hung up the communicator and said calmly and sternly: "Put on your seat belt, Damian."

The author has something to say: The father of this world took his stinky brother home√

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 wonton;

Thanks to the little angel who casts the mine: the hood with small wings, morning mist, and 1 pickup;
Chapter completed!