Chapter 41: King of Heroes, I’m not the one to do it
"Can I understand that you want to use your poor words to get through?" Robert gently put the fork on the fried eggs, and the crystal clear yellow liquid gurgled out.
He squinted at Vanessa with speechless eyes.
Yes, he thinks this is an extremely stupid tactic, whether it's Vanessa lying or running around.
Perhaps it was Vanessa's freedom to run around and wander around, but the subsequent impact left Robert in a state of confusion.
After all, no one can be sure what a "scorpion" who has lost his mind will do to a female hostage.
What's more, this female hostage has a certain degree of kindness to Robert and is the fundamental pillar of his current life.
In this way, not only to repay his gratitude, but also to maintain his current peaceful life, Robert would have to become impatient.
Robert asked back, not expecting an answer, but simply wanting to end the topic.
And his original intention has not changed from beginning to end - Vanessa was just his friendly sponsor before leaving Gotham, and this place was just a place to stay before he left Gotham.
Keep a certain distance between the two people.
And keep Vanessa less involved in events like the King of Heroes.
This is a kind of feedback from Robert to his friendly sponsors, because he believes that such things, participation and understanding of them are not in line with the requirements of an ordinary woman's stable life.
From his own point of view, and from Vanessa's point of view, Robert believes that his behavior is basically reasonable. There may be some shortcomings, but he is probably still on the right track.
But Robert obviously misjudged Vanessa's position. Perhaps in his opinion, a stable life is Vanessa's pursuit, but Robert found that it was just a wish he imposed on Vanessa, or in other words, Robert had preconceived ideas.
The label of "ordinary life of ordinary people" was slapped on Vanessa's head.
Anyway, Robert was just about to raise his arm and let the fried egg accompanied by the fork go into his mouth.
A delicate hand as white as jade suddenly pushed over at an inappropriate time.
The topic is over, what else does Vanessa want to do?
Robert's arms were steady, but the fried egg was still missing, but Robert didn't care where the fried egg was now.
What concerned him even more was Vanessa's performance at the moment.
Robert clicked his tongue, looked up, and the corners of his curled lips stopped moving.
Because he found that Vanessa's face was very close to his, so close that he could clearly see his stern face in Vanessa's eyes.
And, that slightly surprised look.
The warm breath was a little rapid, hitting Rob's face in waves.
Later, Robert felt that it was not just a matter of snorting. The strong breathing caused the breath and water vapor of the unique lemon-flavored toothpaste to be sprayed on Robert's face.
Robert saw that his eyes were gradually misting, and his stinky face gradually lost its three-dimensional sense in the black pupils.
"..."
Robert's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something, but he felt that the other party might have more words to say, so he remained silent for a moment.
But Vanessa didn't express anything, which made Robert a little restless. He raised his head slightly, trying to distance himself from Vanessa.
But while leaning back, Robert noticed that Vanessa was also pressing closer.
Moreover, Robert found that he could not wake her up. Perhaps he could use words to scare Vanessa away, but those eyes that were completely covered with tears could not be completely evaporated by the hot sun. p>
If Robert speaks out, it will make things more complicated.
Further and further... further and further... Damn it!
Suddenly, the soles of Robert's feet were empty, and he could not help but move backwards. Like this backward and upside-down movement, he could immediately turn over to his side at the next moment to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.
However, Vanessa in front of him made him give up this idea.
If he leaves straight away, Vanessa will hit the ground directly.
And if he wants to bring Vanessa back to balance, he must take some proactive measures, and he cannot keep a certain distance from Vanessa.
In contrast, letting your body fall backward is a better choice.
As a result, Robert only felt that his back was in close contact with the ground. Thanks to his top-notch physical fitness on the street, he did not feel much pain.
Of course, coupled with the touch in other places, Robert's feeling in this aspect is even more minimal.
Robert's face felt as if he had been smashed into a ball of cotton, and Robert smelled a strange smell-among the aroma of lemon, there was also the smell of milk, and the smell of milk was mixed with the smell of fried eggs.
Fragrant.
Then, before Robert could leave, something hugged the back of his head.
This feeling was like that glimmer of light in the darkness. Rob tried desperately to chase it, but he always found that the distance between himself and that faint light point was still as far away as eternity.
He desperately tried to push away the things in front of him, but the sound in his ears made him dare not move for a while.
In the end, what made Robert give up his resistance was the smell of fried eggs.
Or, to be more precise, an omelette.
He finally knew the whereabouts of fried eggs, fried eggs...
This was a fact that he suddenly realized after he tasted the egg yolk liquid. Then, he was surprised to discover that the smell of milk he had smelled earlier was also in it.
It turns out that this is like the exposed frost on a snowy peak, barely visible between the clouds.
When Robert finished eating the omelette, his body was already arched like a shrimp, and his thoughts had drifted to the iceberg in the far north.
Later, what interrupted the climbing journey was a delicate hand slapping Robert on the back of the head.
"Have you finished eating the omelette? You still ate the omelette that fell on the floor so happily."
This was no less than a storm that attacked climbers, causing Robert to suddenly stop moving forward. His head suddenly froze, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone.
If Sandman Baker is a sand sculpture, then he is no different from a stone sculpture now, Robert thought.
He swallowed, not daring to raise his head to look - God knows what he just did.
Eat fried eggs...
He just ate fried eggs.
Robert sat quietly on the sofa, the thoughts in his mind like tangled threads.
This was completely different from his previous thinking, when he had only one idea.
Climb to the top of the snow-capped mountains to see the most magnificent scenery.
Now, what puzzles Robert is, what is this snow mountain? Does this snow mountain really exist?
But when he denied the rationality of this snow-capped mountain, all the blood in Robert's body roared, and that fiery emotion was like a wild dog, constantly confirming one thing.