Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thank you, Master 1996 Owl, for your support of this book)

(Thank you to the palmist for being wheeled to support the book)

Alfred (whose original name is too long, or is it easier to use that nickname) frowned and pressed the hand behind his back to activate the emergency alert by pressing the watch face on his wrist.

Then he motionlessly grasped the kitchen knife on the counter in his hand: "Your Excellency, it's not polite to enter uninvited."

Luke strolled closer, "Sorry, I just wanted to see what the original looked like ......"

The man in charge of the house is not worried about his own safety, but he is afraid that the sleeping young master will be attacked.

Then, the butler's heart sank: the watch did not return the alarm activation prompt.

Luke then came to the front as well, only gently placing his palm on Alfred's shoulder.

The faithful butler's body was imprisoned by invisible forces, and he didn't even have a chance to move his kitchen knife.

Luke took the knife from him and placed it back on the kitchen table, looking somewhat regretfully at the unfinished sandwich, "Looks like all we have is coffee."

Alfred's eyes twinkled, "There are freshly baked English muffins in the oven."

Luke smiled at the butler and didn't let go of the hand on his shoulder, but they went over together and removed the muffins.

The second-class billet had been one-armed for years, and doing things one-handed wouldn't cause much trouble.

Alfred could only look at Luke with amazement as he placed the coffee and muffin on a large plate with one hand.

Like the butler controlled by the other hand, it was completely unable to get out of control and had to go along for the ride.

When he came outside and sat Alfred down in a chair on the transparent lakeside porch, Luke let go of his hand.

The butler tried and found that he was still unable to move his body.

Only unlike the feeling of being restrained earlier, it was now more like his body wasn't responding to his brain's commands.

He still didn't lose his cool in the face of this situation, but watched without saying a word as Luke enjoyed the snack he had prepared for the young master's brunch at .......

Luke tasted the Butler Man's cooking and gave it a 7 out of 10.

The coffee he couldn't taste was of a high level, but the English muffin was probably that much higher than his own earliest smart cook's craft.

With the level of food here in the United States, Alfred is still a housekeeper part-time a bit of chef business, the craft can to this extent is already very strong.

Master Wei is really eight generations of ancestors blessing, to get such a caring, versatile, absolutely trustworthy housekeeper.

And then think about Luke himself, cultivating a Director Sai, that is not a little culinary talent, but also he has to cook for her.

The good news was that other than that, Chief Sai was otherwise no worse than Alfred, and eye candy and useful.

In the midst of the housekeeper's progressively more subtle expression, Luke finished a plate of eight muffins in one sitting, taking less than thirty seconds.

Taking another sip of coffee and pouring it in to remove the sweetness of the muffins, he looked to Alfred, "I'm sorry I came rather unexpectedly, but you have only kindness for Alfred."

Alfred hmmmed and made a show of washing his hands of the situation.

He had to stall for as long as possible so that at least the sleeping Master Wayne had the possibility of getting up suddenly.

Luke knew exactly what Alfred was thinking, but he really wasn't here to pretend, so he got straight to the point, "Well, now that I've seen you, I won't intrude any further."

He said he picked up a small silver case from the left and placed it on the table.

Opening the alley, he pulled out a rapid injection gun and four ruby red glowing Life One's, he inserted two of them into the injection gun and came at Alfred's neck.

A few seconds later, both Life One's were all injected.

Luke got up, walked over to Alfred, reached behind him with one hand, and launched the Life One.

The hazy white light lit up and the old butler felt as if he was in a hot spring, his body was warm and the pain and discomfort from all parts of his body from old age was disappearing fast.

He turned his head to Luke beside him in disbelief, "What are you ......"

Luke laughed lightly, "The life potion is for you, consider it a royalty for you and Bruce Wayne from ...... well. There are two more life potions in the case for him and this one for you as well."

He removed a black and grey object about the size of a cell phone from the small case and affixed it to Alfred's left wrist, "Initiate permission confirmation program, sole permission holder Alfred Pennyworth."

With the command, the small cube suddenly turned into a black-gray semi-liquid substance, from Alfred's wrist to his entire body.

The old butler was completely confused.

Because Luke's actions really didn't seem like any kind of revenge, after all, it was enough to want to torment someone one way, rotate them at most, there was no need to play so many tricks at once.

But that wasn't all.

Before the nano inner armor spread to Alfred's head, Luke tapped a finger on his eyebrow, "Oh yeah, and this ......"

The old butler lost consciousness where his fingers fell, so he didn't hear the next part of the sentence, "The software package has to keep up. After all, Alfred, who can't hit people, isn't a good butler-man."

......

After an unknown amount of time, Ah Fu regained consciousness.

Thinking of the young man who had acted strangely, he shuddered, opened his eyes sharply, and looked around.

He was still in his chair on the glass porch by the lake, and the plate, coffee pot, used coffee cup on the small table next to him, and the small silver box from ...... were all in the same position as before.

Except for the young man, and the small silver box that had turned into a closed state, everything was the same as it had been before he lost consciousness.

Alfred didn't hesitate and immediately thumbed his watch.

A moment later, looking at the young master standing in front of him with a foggy face, the butler said with a heavy face, "Young master, we need to make sure of something first."

After various tests, the small silver box with no abnormalities found was left on the glass porch, and only the two life potions inside were brought into the basement to begin testing.

Along with being tested were the Butler Man, who had survived the stressful situation, and his nano-inside armor.

Less than half an hour later, Bruce Wayne looked with a subtle expression at the old Butler, who was leaping around the training facility with infinite strength and even one-two, continuous flips, regiments, and twists comparable to a top gymnast, and had a fuck-up in his mind: fucking hell, that fucking guy wasn't some kind of demon, was he?

Gives strength and health, but will take away the soul of the indentured in time. This is a habitual pattern of the devil.

But the technology in the nano-armor is so high, and so consistent with human technology, that a cold fusion energy source the size of a grain of rice is unscientific at best.

But when you think about the Kryptonian ships that almost destroyed the Earth, it's not a big deal for "local" cold fusion technology to come along.

In the end, it all comes back to the original question - why would the guy who left his maker, the Dark Knight, inside the nano-armor give them such a huge benefit for nothing?

What's even weirder is that the Dark Knight, who has been extremely vocal lately, seems to be paying more attention to ...... Alfred?