Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 105 The whole story
Going back a little bit in time, at midnight the day before Mother's Day, when I was watching Batman hanging himself on the clock tower as usual, the system suddenly moved again.

[You have a new part-time job available, please check it out]

"How did this get triggered?"

Ma Zhaodi raised his eyebrows. Just looking at Batman could trigger a part-time job?

He still vividly remembered the odd jobs he received on St. Patrick's Day. It was a one-time dream - which made him feel a little aggrieved. He had put so much effort into planting so many trees, but the reward was just a one-time payment.

This dream, which can reproduce the deceased's fantasy according to the living's memory and wishes, is essentially a comfort to the living. For the deceased, their soul has actually gone to the realm of the dead long ago.

However, he still rushed home in the middle of the night to sleep, put on a green pumpkin head cover, and ran with a water gun to grab the children's ice cream and candy. That part was okay.
Ma Zhaodi shook his head, retracted his thoughts that had run away, and looked carefully at the task panel.

Dreamless Nocturnal Creatures
Mission introduction: Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. This common sense does not seem to be very useful for nocturnal creatures, but it does not mean that nocturnal creatures do not desire a good dream.

Note: Who are the creatures of the night? Just look up at the clock tower and you'll know.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: Deep Sleep skill. 】

The mission requirement was just to deliver a gift to Bruce Wayne, which was the sleeping music box that he obtained in the side mission on Christmas Eve last time.

If this task had been placed in the past, it would have been a bit difficult for me, but it was different now. Last Christmas, I received an invitation letter from Alfred on behalf of Bruce's wishes, saying that it was to thank me for my kindness at Christmas and that I was always welcome to visit Wayne Manor.

I didn't go at that time because cooking porridge took a lot of time, and there were so many children. Plus, I had work at Falcone at the time, so I basically went to the porridge stall to cook porridge whenever I had some free time.

Watching Batman's figure disappear on the clock tower, Ma Zhaodi put the invitation letter in his pocket and lay back on the bed.

"Ding Dong"

The next day during the day, the doorbell of Wayne Manor rang.

Alfred opened the gate of the manor and saw a young stranger standing outside. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a cheap suit. Apart from his good spirits and clear eyes, he was no different from most ordinary people in Gotham City.

Don't get me wrong, in order to appear more sincere, this suit cost Ma Zhaodi more than 30,000 US dollars, which made him very painful, but in Alfred's eyes, it was indeed a "cheap item".

Alfred, feeling a little surprised, hadn't asked yet when the young man spoke first.

"Hello, hello, you must be Mr. Alfred - do you remember sending an invitation to 'Santa Claus'?"

"Oh, it's you who's visiting." Alfred immediately understood. He was impressed by the Santa Claus who gave out soup, but he didn't expect that he would be so young.

"To thank Mr. Bruce for his kindness, I specially sent him a music box. I bought it from an astrologer. It's amazing. After having it, I almost never have nightmares again. However, it sometimes doesn't work well and won't make any sound."

"Sir, I believe Master Bruce will be delighted with your gift. If you don't mind, could you please come in and chat? I'd also like to make you a cup of tea. The wind is quite cold this morning."

"Yeah."

In the following time, Ma Zhaodi didn't know whether he had been rude or not. After all, there were still many differences between the etiquette of a waiter and that of a guest. But Alfred's black tea and snacks were really delicious. It was basically certain that Alfred's cooking skills were at least advanced, or even master-level.

He stayed in Wayne Manor for quite a while before returning home, but he didn't see Bruce, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Afu, where did this music box come from?"

"Oh, sir, that was delivered by Santa Claus during the day." Bruce thought carefully for a moment before realizing that Alfred was talking about Ma Zhaodi, not the real Santa Claus.

He is a very mysterious person, so you have to be more careful about the things you give him.

So Bruce turned the music box and watched it turn, but no sound came out.

"Master, I'm sorry, this music box can't make any sound." Ah Fu came over with a cup of tea. "But I can tell that the person who gave it was very sincere."

"I know, Alfred."

Bruce said this and put it in the pocket of his windbreaker. He planned to take it to the Batcave for inspection after he went to Arkham and finished his patrol, in case there was any hacking technology or eavesdropping devices inside.

This is not directed at Ma Zhaodi. In fact, every gift sent to Wayne Manor has to go through this procedure.

Then, tonight.

"Master, Master? Are you still listening? Why did you suddenly return to the Batcave?"

"I have to change my clothes. I can't be exposed."

Alfred took off Bruce's bat suit with a worried look on his face and changed him into his regular clothes. He really wanted to stop the young master here because he really didn't look well - but he didn't seem to have completely lost his mind, which made Alfred hesitate.

"I'll be back soon, Ah Fu, I'll be back soon—"

Bruce, wearing a windbreaker, ran out of the Batcave and ran all the way to the street. At this time, half an hour had passed since Scarecrow's escape from prison. The erosion of the poisonous gas became more and more intense, finally crushing his last bit of sanity.

"Let's go to the movies, Mom," he whispered, walking into the alley alone. "Let's go to the movies."

Then, right now, Alfred put the sleeping Bruce back into bed.

He looked at the fallen music box, but it still couldn't make any sound.

Could Master Bruce’s sweet dream be related to it?

He shook his head, put it back in his windbreaker pocket, said goodnight to Bruce, and walked out of the room.

"Click."

The gate opened, and Sheriff Gordon and the police officers were waiting outside Wayne Manor.

"Thank you for your sensible command tonight, Sheriff Gordon." Alfred bowed slightly. "However, Master Bruce has been greatly traumatized. I'm afraid I won't be able to discuss matters with you in the near future."

"I know, Alfred." Gordon sighed. "But you know, if we don't talk to Wayne, it will be difficult for us to find out the true nature of his relationship with Falcone - that's why I'm here tonight."

"They have nothing to do with each other."

"Then we should at least sit down together and have a frank talk to clear up this misunderstanding."

"." Alfred was silent for a moment and then nodded.

"I will convey your words to Master Bruce. I think we will have a chance to talk after Master Bruce recovers."

(End of this chapter)