The Richest Man in the DC World

At 11 a.m., Beerus Wayne, who just woke up, sat on the sofa, resting his chin in his left hand, staring blankly at the news report on "Batman Kills."

After a long time, a word came,

"that's not me!"

Alfred, who was arranging the dining table, said without looking back,

"You've said it twice."

After a pause, he glanced at the young man, and when he noticed the blankness in the other party's eyes, he decisively picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Don't look any further, that has nothing to do with you."

Bruce Wayne said with a serious expression,

"Alfred, someone pretends to be me to kill, I have to find him."

"It's not necessarily what you think it is?"

Bruce was startled and looked at the other person suspiciously.

Alfred took out the prepared documents and said helplessly,

"When I was a child, I often taught you to get up early and go to bed early, but unfortunately you forgot all about it. These are the information I got from the police station. You can understand it by looking at it."

The document recorded the incident process and the causes and consequences in detail. After reading it, Bruce clenched his brows and said nothing for a long time.

Alfred put the coffee with milk in his hand and smiled, "Two unknown heroes rushed into the Razor to help the lair to capture the drug lord Adusan, and then under the siege of Victor Zavi. Get out of your body."

"Bulletproof armor, missile interception, super lightning..."

The old man sighed and sighed, "It's much more powerful than your chariot."

Bruce Wayne frowned and looked a little helpless.

"Alfred, I don't care about this, I want to know the identities of those two people?"

"That's impossible, you know better than me about Gotham's road monitoring equipment, it's impossible to track vehicles, and, I think your first priority is not them, but how to restore your reputation, once the citizens and the police identify the bat Xia is a murderer who likes to lynch, so things are going to be troublesome."

Bruce was sipping his coffee, his frowning frown never loosened.

He is very clear that behind such a huge public opinion offensive, there must be someone contributing to the flames. It is easy to guess what that person's purpose is, but guessing does not mean that it can be solved. The matter has developed so far, almost everyone believes that the black Lamborghini's The owner of the car is Batman, only Batman has the ability to catch Adusan from his lair, and only he can get rid of Victor's ambush and retreat.

It's a dead end!

After a while of silence, Bruce said, "What do you think if I use the power of the Wayne Group to release the real news?"

"Master Wayne, I must remind you that the Wayne Group is the Wayne Group, and Batman is Batman, and the two must not be linked together."

Bruce spread his hands, "Then what do you say, you can't go to the newspaper office."

Alfred gave him a deep look,

"Actually, you have always had an idea, but you just didn't dare to do it."

Being seen through his mind, Bruceton was embarrassed, took a sip of coffee,

"ShowMe is indeed a good choice, just the above remarks..."

Alfred sighed, "Sometimes I wonder if you are a young man. You are only twenty-six years old this year, and you live like an antique."

Bruce explained awkwardly,

"You know the [Bat Fans] on ShowMe, they're... rabid, eager to discuss and imitate Batman's behavior... I'm worried they'll be taken advantage of by someone?"

"Master Wayne, your worries are superfluous. If you don't feel right, let me come."

"you?"

There was scrutiny and suspicion in Bruce's eyes, and if I remember correctly, Alfred is already sixty this year.

Alfred put the meal on the table and said indifferently,

"Are you thinking about a 60-year-old man who doesn't drink tea to keep himself healthy, but goes online and looks naive about spraying with young people."

"I definitely didn't mean that."

Bruce said with a serious expression, although he thought so in his heart, he would not admit it if he was killed.

Alfred gave him a sharp look, and his tone became duller.

"This matter is settled, the daily management of the account is handed over to me."

"…All right!"

Bruce shrugged, "Hopefully it turns out well."

...

The first Sunday in August was sunny.

Today is a memorable day, because at 1:30 in the afternoon, a user named Batman appeared on the official ShowMe website.

Not Batman001, not Batman002, but a real Batman, no more than six letters.

In order to prevent possible infringement problems in the future, Luke specially marked the words Batman, Superman, Wonder woman and other words in the database when he opened the hero column.

ShowMe uses a real-name system, not only for ordinary users, but also for superheroes. If you want to have a Batman screen name, you must prove that you are Batman.

The vast majority of bat fans and superman fans agree with Luke's approach. Superheroes are also human beings. Whoever rules them not to surf the Internet or chat, even if they don't come now, may join the ShowMe family in the future. These unique accounts should be given to them. They stay.

But they never dreamed that Batman would actually show up on the first Sunday in August.

B, A, T, M, A, N!

That's right, it's him!

After getting the news, users who were related to ShowMe hurriedly called to confirm the authenticity of the matter, while the rest clicked into Batman's private space with nervousness and curiosity.

There are many things in the space. Pictures, texts, short videos, etc. are all new resources that are not available on the Internet. Batman's past itinerary is recorded in detail on it, and corresponding evidence is given. These things are enough to prove that the account owner is Batman.

After reading it, everyone was shocked, and after the shock came ecstasy.

Especially those bat fans who were madly dissed because of the "murder incident", as if they had found the backbone, and instantly became high.

They poured into Batman's personal space, some greeting, some wishing, and more hoping that Batman would explain last night's events.

Alfred did not play tricks and showed strong evidence that Batman was not present.

It turned out that at the time of the incident, Bruce Wayne had just dealt with the underground drug processing factory hidden in the East District, and sent several leaders to the North District Police Station. Both the factory workers and the police on duty could testify.

As soon as this information was released, public opinion instantly boiled over.

Now ShowMe is no longer the original small platform with only a few thousand users. Its total number of users exceeds five million, and the number of daily active users is about 4.5 million. When millions of young people speak at the same time, the world is full of To bow.

Major media platforms have reposted Batman's statement.

The popularity of ShowMe has been increasing, and it has climbed to the top 30 positions in the search list in the blink of an eye.