Pietro tried to explain: "I'm not - I'm not an ordinary person!"

"He is not necessarily an ordinary person." Wanda said cogently, "Such high-intensity continuous calculations require terrifying precision that almost reaches the limit of the human brain. With such brain power, there is no way he can become unknown."

Kuaiyin whispered: "No need to say more, I know it too..."

"So you don't have to be so worried. He might be a superhero like you." Wanda said, "Of course it might not be, but I have a hunch that sooner or later you will know who he is."

The lush old trees cast whirling shadows on her cheeks, and her deep green eyes were like the thick leaves of the ancient trees, full of life. There was an inexplicable certainty in her tone, and Pietro looked at her in surprise, revealing

Strange look.

He said: "You know you have no ability to predict the future, right?"

Wanda glared at him angrily, got up from under the tree, and walked away without looking back.

Pietro stayed under the tree, took out his mobile phone, gritted his teeth and continued to play the liver game to earn points, and launched an attack on the unattainable five million above his head.

After a few days of rest and recuperation, Wen went out again to restore his broken body to the point where it could be seen by others.

New York is a big place and there are many places to visit, but phobia has filtered out a lot of famous attractions for Wen.

There were not many places to choose from. Wen visited large supermarkets for several days in a row, and then tried to go to a luxury store that was praised for its beauty.

She was very fond of some of the clean and simple clothes, and bought a lot of them to fill her wardrobe. To be honest, her bedroom wardrobe contained either T-shirts and jeans, or shirts and pants. Although they were not ugly, they were stylish.

It's also too uniform and monotonous.

After walking around various stores, Wen went to many museums.

The museum was not very friendly to her. Wen would have difficulty breathing and suffer from heart palpitations before even taking a few steps inside.

Wen, who had never been to a similar place in her memory, had no choice but to give up this activity that she thought was very novel and stylish.

She scanned the folded leaflets on the vertical card rack at the entrance of the museum, and her attention was attracted by one of them.

"The world's greatest magician, Zatanna Zatanna's global tour finally comes to New York!"

The name Zatanna Zatanna is printed in an exaggerated gothic font, and the specific time and location of the tour are roughly explained below.

Wen took down the leaflet and opened it, and saw another row of densely packed introductions.

Zatanna Zatanna, born into a family of magic, is the daughter of the great magician Gwani John Zatara and Syndra.

Later, I briefly introduced the Zatara family, a magical family, which is said to be the direct descendant of Leonardo da Vinci. It is related to many famous prophets, alchemists and occultists in history, and uses very suggestive words.

He said that Zatanna is also one of the greatest magicians of this century.

Wen didn't feel anything about these words. She opened the three-fold page and saw the magic master.

She has a beautiful face full of gothic feel.

With long jet black hair, mysterious gray-blue pupils, and slightly wheat-colored skin, his appearance is reminiscent of those distant and ancient countries, such as Egypt or Greece.

Wearing a magician's tall hat, a modified tuxedo suit jacket, a low-cut waistcoat, black leather triangle pants, her round and straight long legs wrapped in mesh stockings, and her feet wearing long

High-heeled boots that reach just above the knee.

...Wen believes that she is indeed one of the greatest magicians of this century.

This appearance and dress are either super-heroic or super-reverse.

Wendy didn't respond. It seemed that she finally encountered something she didn't know about?

Since Zatanna can perform magic tours all over the world, Wen roughly judged that she should be a superhero, or the kind of slippery superhero who would not go on a killing spree or do bad things without anyone being able to find definite evidence.

opposite.

She took out her phone and searched for ticket information.

There are no tickets for the VIP box, no tickets for the front seats in the hall, and no tickets for the middle seats - all sold out? Is this magician so popular?

Wen didn't pay attention to magic at all before time travel. In her opinion, magic has long become a niche carnival, and the public is rarely interested. After all, the special effects movies are so good, and all kinds of entertainment are endless, and magic has fallen behind.

I didn’t expect that the world would be so keen on magic.

Considering the many surreal settings in this world, it must be because of the "one of the greatest magicians of this century" gimmick.

It’s a bit difficult to handle, Wen thought.

Tomorrow night is Zatanna's last performance in New York. After that, the city she will arrive and perform in is Gotham.

In other words, if Win can't make it to tomorrow night's show, she'll have to go to Gotham to see Zatanna perform.

Wendy, who had not responded for a long time, appeared.

——Call Diana.

What?

——Diana can get VIP tickets, and she and Zatanna are good friends.

In fact, Wen was not against going to Gotham to watch performances. He just treated it as a trip to a new city. There were too many news related to Gotham on the Internet. This scary city left a deep impression on Wen.

So Wen is really interested in Gotham.

That kind of "I just want to see how bad this city can be" interest.

Wendy knew exactly what Wen was thinking, and she fell silent subtly, as if she was a little troubled by Wen's state of mind at the moment.

——You can fly to Gotham right away, take a look at the city, and then decide what to do.

So Wen went to the nearest airport and bought a direct ticket to Gotham.

She stepped off the plane and walked out of the airport through a special passage. The clouds and mist in Gotham caught Wen off guard and blurred her face.

"...A sneeze!"

"A sneeze—cough cough cough, cough, a sneeze—"

She stood shivering in the damp and cold air, choked by the strong smell of dust in the mist and coughed, her nose turned red, and she sneezed with a strong rhythm.

Gotham is indeed one of the most unlivable cities in the world.

Wen: Farewell.

She rushed back to the airport countless times faster than when she came here, and ran to the counter. Before she could say anything, the young lady gave her an embarrassed yet accustomed smile.

"Is the return ticket correct?" she asked reflexively, without even having time to see Wen's face. "Please show me your return ticket. I will get the flight schedule right away..."

Her gentle and friendly smile froze the moment she saw Wen's face clearly.

However, she reacted quickly and continued: "...I will arrange the nearest return flight for you."

Wen wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed again uncontrollably.

Then there was another one.

Although she had lowered her head and covered her face the moment she sneezed, Wen still felt a little embarrassed to sneeze twice in front of a stranger.

It's rude to sneeze while talking to someone.

She pretended to ignore what was happening and raised her head, not noticing the little sister's gaffe. She just rubbed her nose with her fingertips to relieve the itching and stinging sensation, and said vaguely: "...Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The girl behind the counter had already checked Wen's identity information with an efficiency far exceeding her own hand speed under the urging of her gossip mentality.

She couldn't help but raise her head and glance at Wen again.

Wen knew that she was curious about the abbreviation of w.w. on her ID. This was not the first time she encountered this kind of reaction. Anyway, her identity was indeed entered into the system and could be checked. It was completely legal, so that was enough.

.

But she didn't know that this young lady was not curious about her name at all. Although there was a little bit, that was not the main thing.

The psychological activities of this unknown lady at this moment:

Ahhhhh! Oh my God! What is the relationship between her and Bruce Wayne!

Wuwuwuwuwu, my Mr. Wayne, is my biological daughter already this old? Then I have no chance...

With tears in her heart, she mustered up the energy to buy a return ticket for Wen, along with a smiley face: "Thank you for choosing my service, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Huh?" Wen still felt her nose was blocked, so she responded in a nasal tone irritably, "Thank you."

What bothered her even more was that the skin under her clothes began to itch. Moreover, she was sweating, a bad kind of sweating profusely, and she also felt chest tightness and exhaustion.

This feeling of pain all over the body and breathlessness is like just finishing a thousand-meter long run. Although in Wen's memory, she is clearly an athlete, and the one-thousand-meter long-distance running is not a problem at all... But this body

Really super weak.

"...Ms. W?" The unknown lady also noticed Wen's strange behavior. She leaned out from behind the counter worriedly, "Do you need help?"

"No." Wen said as clearly as possible, "I just hope I can return as soon as possible. The sooner the better."

She got on the flight fifteen minutes later as she wished.

After she left, the unknown lady behind the counter finally got a break. She took out her cell phone and yelled crazily in her social circle:

"You will never believe what happened to me today! I was just going to work as usual, but today, a girl who looked exactly like Mr. Wayne came to my counter and bought a ticket! The moment I saw her

I was so scared, do you know?! I swear, she is definitely Mr. Wayne’s biological daughter. As long as you have seen her with your own eyes, you will definitely come to the same conclusion as me. I observed her carefully for a long time, and she was almost the same as me.

Mr. Wayne is exactly the same!”

Perhaps because the keyword "Wayne" was included in this statement, her friends responded quickly.

"Poor girl, you must have been assigned too many night shifts by your supervisor, and your mind is no longer clear."

"Sisters, be smart. Let's assume that there is really a lucky woman who is lucky enough to be pregnant with Wayne's child. What reason does she have for not using this to make a big fuss and force her to get married? There won't be any news. It's impossible.
Chapter completed!