Chapter 248

In the morning, in the office of Arkham Asylum, Schiller stood at the door with Peter, who was carrying a bag, and knocked on the door. Schiller looked up and said: "Please come in."

"Doctor, I'm back." Peter appeared very high-spirited. After he walked in, he took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, unzipped it, and began to rummage in the bag. After searching for a long time, he let out an exclamation: "Oh, here it is!"

As he spoke, he took a box out of the schoolbag. It was a square transparent box containing an old-fashioned videotape, the kind used on a hand-cranked projector.

Peter handed the videotape to Schiller, scratched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "I think you will like this."

Schiller smiled and took the videotape, saying: "Compared to the gift, I am more curious, how was your Hollywood trip this time?"

Peter revealed a strange expression, his two eyebrows forming a step with one high and one low, and his eyes being one big and one small was even more funny, which made Schiller see the most common funny expression of Spider-Man in the comics.

Peter sighed and said: "This is a long story,"

Schiller said while unwrapping the old-fashioned videotape: "No rush, we can talk while watching the old movie."

Peter looked at the old-fashioned videotape that was unwrapped and said: "This thing is an old antique. Modern projectors should not be able to use this kind of videotape, right?"

"You should know who would have a projector that can play this thing..."

The morning light began to get brighter and brighter, crossing the morning, noon, and arriving at the sleepy afternoon.

With a "click" sound, Steve bent down to break the stand of the old-fashioned projector, and then pointed to the window.

Stark walked to the window cursing and pulled the curtains. Schiller sat on one side of the sofa, clinked glasses with Connors on the single sofa next to him, and Natasha lowered her head to fiddle with a souvenir in the shape of a small golden man.

"I say, besides this old antique, who else would like to use this kind of broken machine to play this kind of antique movie?"

After Stark finished saying this, the people in the room all looked up at him. Stark was stunned and said: "Could it be that I am the only one who doesn't want to watch it?"

"Come on, with this time, why don't I go and create some new achievements for human civilization?"

Stark muttered in his mouth while sitting on the sofa. Steve, standing behind the sofa, flipped the projector button. As the black and white images were projected onto the wall in front, Steve also walked over and sat on the sofa.

Accompanied by the brisk jazz music in the movies of the last century, in Schiller's field of vision, the items in the room began to fade. The surface of the fabric sofa became smooth bit by bit, and the luster of the leather sofa spread from one corner until it covered the entire sofa.

The stand of the desk lamp rose, the retro patterns on the glass lampshade climbed up like grapevines, and old wooden grains spread on the alloy window frame. The sunlight shining in from outside the window changed from dazzling to dim. The moment the sun fell below the horizon, a "thump-thump" knocking sound rang out.

Standing outside the door was Bruce. Schiller put down the pen in his hand, stood up, looked at him, and said: "Your Hollywood trip is over?"

Bruce pursed his lips, his expression appearing somewhat strange. Schiller said: "What's wrong? Selina feels uncomfortable?"

"She is very adaptable." Bruce's tone was somewhat low, but it revealed a trace of complexity.

"Then it seems, you are the one who is not adaptable?"

Bruce did not speak, took a beautifully packaged wooden box from the bag in his hand, handed it to Schiller, and said: "... Souvenir, Professor."

Schiller took the box, saw the old-fashioned videotape inside, and said: "How did you know that there is an old-fashioned projector in my manor?... Oh, forget it, this question is a bit stupid."

With a "click" sound, Harvey straightened the projector stand, then aimed the machine head at the wall. Victor put down his wine glass, leaned on the soft leather sofa back, Gordon was lighting a cigar for Schiller, and then he also picked up a cigar to light it, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Bruce squinted his eyes on the single sofa to the side, looking somewhat sleepy, like a bat napping in a cave.

Accompanied by the projector button being flipped, the movie screen was projected on the wall. The brisk tune of the orchestral music began to become low. After the percussion and drum beats were added, in the roar of the sports car engine, the wind whistled.

"Wow!!" Selina crawled out of the seat belt, stretched her upper body out of the convertible car door. Bruce, who was driving, pulled her back, and then sighed.

This was already the thirty-something time he had sighed on this road. Selina put her arms on the car door, raised her head and chewed bubble gum. She blew a bubble, turned to Bruce and said: "To tell the truth, when you took off the mask, it really gave me a big fright. You are actually Wei En."

"I thought you had guessed it long ago."

"I know you have money, but I didn't expect you to be so rich." Selina pressed her temples with her fingers, chewing bubble gum while saying: "But you said you wanted to take me to Hollywood and let me make a movie, isn't this a bit too absurd?"

Selina pretended to be relaxed and said: "I also ran into the cinema to watch movies before. I think I look about the same as those female stars in the lens, but..."

Her tone became somewhat hesitant again: "Alright, I admit, I am just a girl born in the slums. I have never seen any big scenes since I was born. If there were so many lenses pointing at me, I might be trembling with fear."

"I just want to find you something proper to do." Bruce turned the steering wheel, turned a corner, and said: "As long as you don't go stealing things, no one will question your status on the set, because the whole movie is invested by me..."

Selina first looked at the receding scenery, then blinked her big eyes at Bruce and said: "You are really good to me."

Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel stiffened for a moment. Selina observed his reaction and deliberately leaned her body toward him, saying: "You will also be nervous? This is really rare."

"Even if I haven't experienced the life of you rich people, I also know that you should have many female companions. Do you do this when facing them too?"

Bruce turned his head away, dodging Selina who was sticking over. He slowed down the car and said: "Hollywood is here... look over there."

Following Bruce's gaze, Selina saw, on the lush hillside in the distance, a row of huge white letters appeared—"HOLLYWOOD".

At this time, behind the letters, a sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. The clouds in the sky accelerated their change, sank into the dark night, and arrived at dawn. When the morning light shone through from behind the letters, Peter beside the car put a blanket on Gwen beside him, pointed to the row of letters and said: "Look, we are here."

Gwen's smiling face was exceptionally bright in the morning light. Peter was almost stunned. Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen "puffed" and laughed out, saying: "Do you know how red your face is?"

Peter turned his head straight unnaturally, then rubbed his face with his hands. Immediately after, he lifted the hair on his forehead with both hands, looked straight at the morning light, and looked at the white letters on the hillside.

"I heard that this was originally an advertising billboard built by a real estate developer to promote his housing."

"But now, the copyright of this thing should belong to the Los Angeles municipal government." Gwen smoothed the long hair beside her temples and said: "The reason I wanted to come to Hollywood for tourism is because I saw this billboard in a movie when I was a child. At that time, I even fantasized about changing it to my own name."

"You wanted to make your name so big and put it on the hillside?" Peter widened his eyes and looked at Gwen, as if he didn't know her.

Gwen laughed until she was out of breath, used one hand to pat Peter's shoulder, and said: "I was like this when I was a child. My dad even supported me specially. He made a few identical white letters with cardboard and put them on my windowsill. I was so happy. Seriously, don't you want to?"

Gwen put one hand on Peter's shoulder, opened five fingers with the other hand and stretched out, pointing at the billboard and saying: "People drive over from this lane and can see your name. Many people will also stop specially to take photos like us..."

"Wait!" Peter turned back and said: "Speaking of parking... is parking not allowed here???"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw a few traffic police wearing uniforms walking over from that side, driving away the tourists who were parking here. Gwen grabbed Peter and said: "Get in the car quickly! I don't want to pay a fine!"

The two opened the car door and got into the car in a flurry. Peter started the car and stepped on the accelerator. He heard the screams of those who ran slowly behind being fined. The two looked at each other and laughed brightly.

The car appeared very small on the long highway. At the end of the sky, the light was blocked by the clouds and darkened. With a "snap" sound, a ticket was stuck to the side of the convertible.

Bruce put one hand outside the car door, holding a stack of dollars in his hand, and the other hand holding a cigarette. Selina took the cigarette from her mouth and leaned over to light the cigarette for Bruce.

The traffic policeman pinched the extra generous dollars in his hand, smiled at Bruce and said: "You can watch as long as you want, sir, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Great Gene Era"

Bruce didn't even look at him, just held the cigarette in one hand, looking straight at the smoke and the sunset on the horizon merging together, and said: "Now you can watch as long as you want."

Selina pushed open the car door, walked to the side of the road, stretched, and yawned again. Facing the twilight light, she squinted her eyes and said: "I really didn't expect that there would be such a day, I could stay in the same place as those protagonists in the movies..."

A coat was thrown out of the car and landed on Selina. She turned back to look at Bruce who was still sitting in the driver's seat and said: "You are good in every way, especially having money..."

Selina turned around, supported the car door with her arms, leaned her upper body back into the car, and said: "But I always feel that the Bruce Wei En I saw in the newspaper is not like this. They say you have a bunch of fox friends, like to mess around, and are a love prodigal, all women are infatuated with you..."

"But why do I feel that you can't let go at all, always nervous, and..." Selina opened the car door and sat back in, then stuck to Bruce, blowing air into his ear with a smile and saying: "... And also a bit shy?"

Looking at Bruce's instantly stiff neck, Selina blinked her eyes and said: "You are really a mystery. Compared to a bat, I think you are more like a ball of yarn, my sir."

"Isn't that just right?" Bruce looked back at her. When those deep blue eyes looked at Selina, they were clearer than the sky on the West Coast.

"You happen to be a cat, my lady."