The elevator slowly rose, leaving this place behind.
Brucie sat in her wheelchair, propping up her chin with one hand as she opened the Batcomputer and reviewed everything Miao Mu had told her last night.
"Miss Brucie, it's time to eat. Has Mr. Miao Mu already left?" Mrs. Alfred came over and looked around.
"He asked me to apologize to you. He's going somewhere very far away, so he probably won't get to eat the lunch you made."
Repeating what Miao Mu had just said, Brucie raised a hand and searched the database for information on him. Unfortunately, she found nothing.
It was as if this person had never existed in this world. There were no matching records anywhere, at least not in Gotham's databases.
Brucie had already activated the Amazon Congress database and was searching worldwide for anyone connected to Miao Mu.
"Mr. Miao Mu didn't say anything else about treating you?" Mrs. Alfred walked behind Brucie and pushed her wheelchair.
"...I don't think he'd forget. But have that exoskeleton delivered first. I need to stand again. Also, prepare a box of gold for me. Consider it payment for the treatment."
Mrs. Alfred smiled and nodded. "I've already had people preparing it. Besides the gold, I also included some valuable antiques. Those may be worth even more, even in another world."
"Mm." Brucie nodded, but the confusion and uncertainty on her face remained impossible to hide.
After all, anyone would react this way if someone suddenly appeared and claimed to know what would happen in the future—especially when that future involved the destruction of the world.
Brucie recalled the look in Miao Mu's eyes. Perhaps she was the one who would destroy this world.
"Miss, what kind of person do you think Mr. Miao Mu is?" Mrs. Alfred asked