Hideout

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Although he was willing to go with the man, Bruce kept his guard up. 

A sane man would not be so foolish as to invite a stranger into his house. So according to his guess, the man may be a violent psychopath or, as he thought earlier, Gay.

If the driver of the car was Gay, Bruce would tear it to pieces.

There was no mercy for anyone who touched him with such intent. Bruce realized that since using the convection method, his face had grown handsome, Umaru often mentioned it.

Having a handsome face is like a double-edged sword, one side will make it easier for him to interact with someone.

Especially a woman. 

But on the other side, his face will attract the attention of perverts who have strange hobbies, for example, sadistic psychopaths.

Bruce accepted the offer with an innocent face and got into the car. He sits in the back seat, keeping his distance in case something bad suddenly happens, like a touch on his thigh or something.

Then Robert exchanged pleasantries with Bruce, the car was driving at high speed on a deserted street. 

By the way, that man's name is Robert.

Bruce acts like an amnesiac at his best, he rarely meets people with memory loss. Most amnesiac people he met pretended to lose their memory when debts were collected. 

So, his knowledge is limited to fanfics or novels he has read from a previous life, and he then mimics them as best he can.

Other Isekai standards.

"Who do you live with there? Is there anyone else besides you? I don't like crowds," Bruce said to him.

Putting on a sullen expression, his expression was like someone would jump out of a car if the answer given by Robert did not match. 

Keeping the acting for one person is rather easy, but if there are too many people, it will make his acting fail. It's not that the acting is too bad, what's hard is to hold back laughter while doing this silly thing.

"Hahahaha, take it easy. I have separated from my wife, she also makes a loud sound from her mouth when pinched," Robert said while laughing out loud.

His hands pounded on the steering wheel as if he were telling the best joke in the world.

Bruce just stared at him with a flat face.

After being satisfied with laughing, Robert cleared his throat a little to improve his image, he was the only one who could understand the joke.

Robert didn't lie about it.

His ex-wife could only scream every day like a banshee, his head threatened to explode into a million pieces when he heard her voice. We divorced after she found out about my chronic illness, and then she ran away with another man.

My own best friend.

- That goddamn bitch, now I regret marrying her- thought Robert with hatred.

He saw Bruce through the mirror, leaning against the car window while looking at the scenery outside the window. 

His eyes showed great interest in the various buildings and cars passing by, perhaps never seen by him before. Small exclamations were heard from his mouth now and then. Robert hesitated for a moment and finally succumbed to his curiosity, which he could not hold.

"Hey Bruce, you say your house has a garden the size of a soccer field?" He asked hesitantly.

While having small talk with him, Bruce lies about his identity, saying nonsense that passes through his head. He was too lazy to think of a good and logical identity. 

After all, he only intends to stay a day here.

Unmitigated, he describes his identity as someone from a wealthy family. Bruce also didn't care if his lies were exposed in the end, maybe by then he had departed from this world.

"Yes, the woman also has a car with a lot of doors. Various officers in black uniforms are always walking around my house."

"They always set me up to do things I don't like," he replied flatly.

- Black uniform? Was it his bodyguard? The car he called was probably some kind of luxury car - he thought at a glance.

Robert thinks he's hit the jackpot, helping a rich kid and getting paid for his hard work.

"Where are we going? I'm bored in the car," Bruce asked as he leaned his head against the car window.

Knocking on the windshield using his forehead.

"We're going to Privet Drive." 

"My house is there, although it's not as big as yours, it's quite comfortable to live in and..." he said casually, trying to impress Bruce with his best efforts.

He spoke incessantly, as if a stream of water were flowing in a water dam. Meanwhile, Bruce just stared at him as if hypnotized by his fairy tale. 

But in fact, he was thinking about something completely different in his mind. When the name of the Privet Drive residential complex was mentioned by Robert, a memory of his childhood appeared.

Inside his head is a magic-themed film, full of adventure and mystery.

Bruce is sure that everyone has seen the film, at least one episode. The novel released by the author also sold well in various parts of the world, he had a copy of the book at home.

Not that Bruce exaggerates the greatness of the film, but the film is indeed very famous, a film that will surely always be remembered by the audience.

Harry Potter.

"Bruce, are you okay? You look surprised," Robert asked from the driver's seat.

While he was explaining a little about the place they were going to, Bruce suddenly looked at him stupidly. He wonders what made him express himself like that.

"Ahh? No. It's just like I've heard the name of the housing from somewhere." Bruce woke up from his daydream and answered Robert's question while shaking his head slowly.

"Really? You must have come there in the past," Robert exclaimed, expressing his thoughts to Bruce.

"Maybe. By the way, Robert, what's your house number?" Bruce asked hesitantly, having little hope of an answer.

"My house number is 23."

-It seems that the location of Robert's house and the Dursleys is not far away, just a few tens of meters - thought Bruce.

That's how the scene continues, the car goes quietly on the highway. During the trip, Bruce asked a few more questions related to the location they were going to.

Bruce glanced at the small wooden sign that read Privet Drive.

When entering the residential area, a sense of nostalgia arose from the bottom of his heart. His eyes glanced at all the terraced houses they passed, he didn't know which one Harry Potter lived in. 

The shape and color of the house are the same, the building is yellow brick with four windows facing the street, and a garage is designed close to the entrance to the house. As far as his eyes could see, the houses were all the same, except for the car they parked in the yard.

"That's my house, see?" Robert currently shows one of the houses.

Bruce turned to face the direction Robert pointed, he saw a house that looked ordinary, made of yellow bricks just like the other houses.