chsdbacks Chapter 6 Rich Guy, You're Such a Kind Person
Chapter 6 Rich Guy, You're Such a Kind Person
As we all know, there are three great lies in life.
Firstly, I have read and agree to the user guidelines in detail.
Secondly, I am of legal age and can access the website.
Thirdly, when he chooses to recklessly approach a character with an ambiguous stance who is suspected of being a villain and is invited to get in the car by him, he says that he is not flustered at all and is as calm as an old dog.
Jaeger is currently under the third great lie. He sits calmly in the passenger seat of the rich man's two-seater luxury car, his gaze sweeping over the understated yet luxurious interior. He wonders if, with his salary level before his transmigration, he could afford a seemingly ordinary floor mat in this luxury car after 10 years of hard work.
"Jaeger Winchester."
At this moment, Bruce finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence in the car: "You graduated from the University of Edinburgh in the UK last year, so you're no longer a university student. Your testimony to the GCPD about visiting your classmates was basically all lies."
Jaeger raised an eyebrow. On one hand, he was surprised by the speed at which Wayne investigated his identity (after all, he himself didn't know that Jaeger was actually a graduate of the University of Edinburgh), and on the other hand, he was wondering how the school he studied at before his transmigration could be connected to his transmigrated self in this way.
"Likewise," Jaeger laughed. "You weren't completely sober either, Mr. Wayne, so why pretend like that in front of the police?"
"..." Bruce was speechless, looking at Jaeger with a scrutinizing gaze. "What is your purpose?"
"First of all, it should be returned to its rightful owner. I don't really like these kinds of things." Jaeger took a miniature mechanical object out of his pocket, waved it in front of Bruce, and then tossed it over.
Bruce caught it and crushed it in his palm: "Is that so? Sorry—but it's hard not to suspect why someone who suddenly appears at a crime scene is there."
"You were there too, Mr. Wayne," Jaeger said. "And what were you doing there?"
Bruce looked at Jaeger.
Jaeger looked at Bruce.
Well, it seems neither of us intends to speak first.
Jaeger considered Bruce's attitude throughout the conversation after getting in the car and decided to concede: "Okay, I'll go first. But before that, I need to figure something out."
"What?"
"Do you think that tonight, or rather, the Batman who committed the Batman murders..." Jaeger looked Bruce in the eyes and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "was he the real Batman?"
The moment he finished speaking, Bruce's expression changed.
Those who were fooled by Bruce Wayne's outward facade probably find it hard to imagine that Gotham's famous playboy could have such a commanding presence—the blue in his eyes darkened, as if a storm was about to break.
Jaeger, on the other hand, was thinking: Great, I made the right bet.
Wayne knew perfectly well that "Batman" was suspicious.
"It seems we share the same view on this," Jaeger said. "An imposter, a serial killer... Although we don't know the perpetrator's motives, the real Batman shouldn't be indifferent to this; he should have already launched an investigation—"
Bruce's gaze grew increasingly serious.
Then he heard Jaeger say confidently, "So this is how it is, Mr. Wayne. The real Batman is wanted and can't show up directly, so you came to the scene to investigate in his place. You two are working together in secret? You're pretending to be a rich guy who knows nothing so as not to expose this?"
Bruce, who thought his secret identity had been exposed: "..."
Tsk, I overestimated this guy.
He neither denied nor confirmed it, but simply asked, "Why do you think that Batman isn't real?"
"That's all thanks to your testimony." Jaeger pointed out the window, and Bruce looked in the direction he was pointing, just in time to see the tall buildings lining both sides of the street. "You said, Batman..."
"A fake," Bruce corrected.
"...Okay, a fake. Anyway, that fake, your testimony says you saw him escape on a motorcycle, but that's strange in itself."
Jaeger explained, "Tonight's victim was kicked off the building and fell to his death, which means he was on the roof at least before the fake left."
"Based on Batman's previous modus operandi, leaping between buildings shouldn't be a problem for the real Batman—he wouldn't need to go downstairs and then leave in a car."
"And it's not just a matter of choice," Jaeger added. "I asked the police, and they arrived very quickly, which means that escaping by car from downstairs is several times riskier than escaping from a high-rise building."
"But the imposter did it tonight despite the risks, which only shows that he doesn't know how the real Batman manages to move between skyscrapers."
As Jaeger said this, he seemed to suddenly remember something: "Right, I remember the police said they speculated that Batman used a grappling hook to move between buildings, which also indirectly shows that the fake doesn't have the same level of technology as the real Batman."
"But your guesses are all based on one premise," Bruce pointed out the problem, "that is, I didn't lie."
"You definitely don't."
"Why?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I put something on you the moment we met. From your perspective, shouldn't I be more suspicious? It would be more reasonable for you to suspect that I'm in cahoots with the counterfeiters than to trust me outright."
“Because if you really were in cahoots with the counterfeiters, Mr. Wayne,” Jaeger said, “you wouldn’t say the counterfeiters escaped by car, because that would be bad for them—after all, I, as a so-called witness, didn’t see anything, and the police can only find out how the counterfeiters left from you.”
"Moreover, the truth is often corroborated by each other, while only lies contradict each other," Jaeger recalled. "Do you remember the video of the fake kicking three people off a building? In the end, the fake smashed the security camera with something."
Bruce thought for a moment: "I remember that scene."
"That's great." Jaeger instinctively reached into his pocket to grab something, only to find nothing. He could only awkwardly look up at Bruce and ask, "Uh, um... do you have a cell phone?"
Bruce didn't speak, but his eyes clearly questioned how anyone in modern society could go out without a cell phone.
Jaeger: "..."
What can I do? The system didn't give me anything! It's already a miracle that I didn't start with nothing!
He could only make up an excuse: "There was some just now, it might have been stolen on the way here..."
Logically speaking, this excuse is incredibly lame, but in Gotham City, it's damnably reasonable.
Bruce felt a subtle pang of sympathy, so he pulled a nearly brand-new spare phone from his inside suit pocket—a phone Bruce had prepared in case of unforeseen circumstances—and tossed it to Jaeger: "Here you go. The code is 0219." (Note 1)
A moment of overwhelming flattery from Jaeger: "Th...thank you?"
Is this what a rich guy is like? I love it. He just casually raises his hand and pulls out a phone. No wonder he can afford a Chevrolet Corvette C2.
While stubbornly denying that he had almost been bribed by Wayne's money, Jaeger honestly opened his phone's browser and started searching for relevant keywords.
The surveillance video circulated widely in Gotham City, and even if the police intended to delete the relevant information, it was unlikely that they could completely stop it.
What Jaeger wanted to show Bruce was a detail at the end of that video.