[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

【The game is on】

【Arrival place: Gotham】

Dorothy was awakened, and she found herself lying in a fairy-tale cottage with a sugar bowl in her arms.

The little sugar bowl was fat and about the size of a palm, with little twinkling stars painted on it, and Dorothy lifted the lid to find, to her disappointment, that it was empty.

"Little nest?" Dorothy was puzzled, she saw the round wooden sign and the words on it.Dorothy, who was lying on the carpet curled up into a soft white ball, straightened up, reached out and rubbed her eyes.

The crooked handwriting looks like a child's scribbles, but it's inexplicably familiar.

[Small Nest: A safe nest that is even safer than a safe house. ]

Her voice is soft and waxy, like sweet and soft cotton candy.

Eyes locked on the door behind the wooden sign, Dorothy stared at it for a while, then looked away.

The hut is round, with bright and lovely colors. There is a bed and a small orange chair, as well as a teacup-shaped sofa and a small round coffee table. The big and soft snow-white carpet is fluffy, as if covered with clouds. The entire floor and the ceiling flow with the Milky Way, and the starry sky is filled with dots of starlight.

There is no window in the room, only one door, and there is a corner of silver gray on the coffee table next to the door, as if something is placed on it.

"I'm... Dorothy." Dorothy's mind went blank, she tilted her head and thought for a while before remembering her name.

The name is like a small switch, and a stream of information emerges in the little brain.

Dorothy cheered up: "This is a game, and Dorothy needs to team up with Chaoying to save the world!"

The system automatically generates Gotham as Dorothy's novice village, and the hut is the birth point, which can be moved freely according to certain rules, and only Dorothy can see it, which can be called an oversized game backpack.

The main line of the game is to clear the dungeon with Chaoying. Little Dorothy gains superpowers and props by completing tasks and clearing the dungeon to improve her strength.

"And then... well, then what?" That was all she remembered.

The shell of the sugar bowl is smooth and feels very good in the hand. She rubbed it with her fingertips: "What is this?"

She was keenly aware that the jar in her arms was a very important item, but she had no relevant information in her mind.Dorothy suppressed her doubts and looked around again.

She got up quickly, got up, turned her head and saw the mirror, and herself in the mirror with a mess of black curly hair.

"It looks so stupid." She tiptoed in front of the mirror and trimmed her hair, her eyes widened angrily, "I'm not that stupid."

The chrome-plated wall mirror embedded in the gold-powder wall reflected the cute little girl, and the silly fur on the top of her head swayed with her tiptoe movements.

The little girl is petite, looks no more than ten years old, has exquisite features, skin as white as fine ivory, soft baby fat on her cheeks, slightly curly black hair hanging down, watery eyes with blue eyes. honey.

She kicked on her little boots, brushed past other strange ornaments in the cabin, and went straight to the coffee table with a clear goal.

Sitting close to the side, Dorothy could see clearly that the silver dust was the hard shell of the diary, and there was also a geometric jigsaw puzzle placed beside the diary.

[Dorothy's diary: Dorothy, who doesn't like to keep a diary, has lost her memory, so start writing a diary today, maybe it will be useful. ]

"Huh? Is this my diary?" Dorothy's eyes were glued to the text description floating in the air, she looked down at the sugar bowl she was holding, and then turned her gaze to the diary again, disappointedly said: " It's blank inside."

She flipped through the diary quickly, and there was only a pink watercolor pen in the blank book.

[a pink watercolor pen]

Dorothy held the watercolor pen and tried to stuff it into the sugar bowl, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and she couldn't put it in no matter what.

She sat down directly, put the sugar bowl on the sofa, and wrote her name on the title page of the diary with a watercolor pen.

"Huh?" As soon as she finished writing her name, she turned her head and looked at the door, where the small round wooden sign was still hanging.

And the crooked handwriting is exactly the same.She suddenly knew why there was a sense of familiarity, it was written by her.

Dorothy hopped off the sofa, dragged the chair over, moved it under the door, climbed up, and wrote "Dorothy's" before the word "nest."

She read it contentedly: "Dorothy's nest."

The secretly observing system: ... this desire for control is worthy of being a family.

Looking at the sugar bowl placed on the sofa, the system decided to make a sound.

"Keep an eye on your sugar bowl, if you don't want to end the game early."

"Is it important?" Dorothy asked, blinking her eyes wide, as if she could see the system in this way, "Why is it empty? Do I need to collect it myself? Or is this some kind of hidden task so that there is no game instructions."

The system was silent for a while before saying: "It's very important, you can treat it as a hidden mission, and you'll know it after clearing the dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Dorothy accurately captured the key words, and she tilted her head: "Is it related to the dungeon? Will the rewards of the dungeon appear in this empty jar?"

Then she shook her head and quickly denied her deduction: "It's not a dungeon reward, otherwise the game description will write."

"So this should be my own ability! But it has something to do with dungeons." Dorothy happily jumped on the spot twice, she thought of the system that couldn't get in her mouth, and asked happily: "Is it right? "

The system is ruthless: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I have a super good temper, and I won't dislike you." Dorothy comforted with a smile.

System: ...Who was it that said you were stupid just now?

The system abruptly changed the topic: "The first step in the beginner's guide: ask the player to give himself a code name."

"No, Dorothy the brave is not afraid of any difficulties." Dorothy puffed out her small chest.

"The guidance system is ready," Dorothy looked forward to, "What about the beginner's gift pack?"

The voice of the little milk is soft, but the system feels inexplicably that he is not taken seriously. The system insists on finishing: "Then wait until dawn to explore Gotham, trigger key characters, complete missions, and clear the dungeon."

"The novice gift pack is in the guide dungeon. The novice guide dungeon is very simple, and players can pass it lying down."

"Other things, players are free to explore."

"Don't call me if you have nothing to do, and don't look for me if you have anything to do."

After the system finished speaking like a cannonball, it immediately fell silent, no matter how much Dorothy yelled.

The little girl was not annoyed when she saw that the system was ignoring people, she stood up and walked around the hut, turning her head upside down.

Only the remote control on the back of the sofa was found.

[Sofa car remote control

Description: Beep, beep, Transformers is starting

Function: sofa car deformation switch, just press it, it will be your favorite car. ]

Dorothy gave an exclamation and patted the back of the sofa.The sofa was soft and big enough to fit Dorothy in it. She climbed up and sat down with the remote control.

Her short legs couldn't reach the ground, so she dangled slowly in mid-air.Dorothy fixed the sugar bowl resting on her knees, resting her chin on it, her limp black hair hanging down her face, fiddling with a jigsaw puzzle.

The jigsaw puzzle was a bit like a child's colorful building blocks, brightly colored geometric shapes, but several pieces were missing. She played with it for a while, and after another unsuccessful attempt to put it in the sugar bowl, she put it on the sofa.

"Is there a dragon outside?" Dorothy rubbed her cheek, she was a little bored after staying for a while, eager to go out and defeat the dragon to clear the game.

The system said this time: "It's Gotham."

"It's hidden behind the alleys of Gotham right now." The system was silent for a moment, then reminded: "But I advise you not to open the door now, the dark night of Gotham is not suitable for novices..."

But before the system finished speaking, Dorothy skipped the warning in the words and ran towards the door with short legs, holding the same round doorknob and gently turning it, the door clicked A crack opened, and darkness poured in along the crack of the door.

Not a ray of moonlight can get away with reaching out to Gotham and splashing light.

Dorothy blinked, put the jar in the safety of the door, and pushed the door open.

Although the can looks strong and powerful, it is now just an empty can that holds nothing but takes up space.

Dorothy smacked her lips. The night was darker than chocolate, as black as sesame seeds.

And something like velvet with black ribbon trim.

The door is like a thin barrier between dimensions, kinking disparate worlds together.

"Uh, isn't this a fairytale game? Gotham's style of painting seems...a bit wrong?"

What came oncoming was a gloomy atmosphere that made Dorothy uncomfortable, heavy and oppressive.

Compared with the warmth and brightness of the small nest, this feeling is more obvious. Dorothy thought that maybe Gotham, Novice Village, was the first map she needed to save, drive away the monsters, and bring Gotham back to the embrace of light.

She tentatively pushed the door open, just stepped out with one foot and hadn't fully stepped out.The next second, accompanied by the huge roar of the explosion, was the soaring flames, and several pieces of rubble that burst from the explosion rolled to Dorothy's feet.

She looked down at her feet, crushed it with her little boots, and then kicked it away, watching the stone break through the thick smoke and bounce away.

"Wow, so real!" Dorothy sighed sincerely.

The smell of gunpowder smoke drifted in the choking and thick smoke, which almost covered all sight. No one could see clearly even one meter away, but Dorothy was different.

Her five senses are far beyond ordinary people.

The line of sight is not blocked by night and thick fog, and everything is clearly visible wherever the line of sight is.

The same goes for her hearing.She captured different subtle sounds from the aftershocks of the explosion, people's panicked shouts, the collapse of walls and other mixed noises that made people's ears buzz.

A nervous laugh broke into her ears suddenly, and it sounded like nails on a blackboard, and Dorothy shuddered.

What followed was the sound of someone being smashed against the wall, the sound of boxing bodies, and she heard the crisp crackle of bones being shattered.

Dorothy followed the sound and saw a group of black shadows standing in the depths of the alley behind the ruined walls, wrapped in unparalleled anger in the wind of fists.

It was a strange feeling. The gloom and grief enveloped by the black shadow came to Dorothy, and she froze immediately, almost unable to find her voice.

Dorothy: "...system, did you make a map loading error?"

"This is Gotham?!"

The system is silent.

Dorothy frowned and looked hesitantly at the hand holding the doorknob, but the next moment her eyes widened—

The shadow turned around.

He was all black, with two pointy, ear-like things on top of his head, and Dorothy could see clearly the words floating above his head.

[Batman]

[Unlock key character: Batman]

Batman's eyes were drawn straight to the direction where she was, and the eyes that shot over nailed her in place like an arrow.

For some reason, she was terrified of Batman.

Dorothy swallowed, and quietly withdrew her stepped foot, thinking silently: "It's too far away, he can't see me."

But the warning sounded crazily, and the uneasiness in the bottom of my heart was generally churning.

A bat dart came through the air with a fierce whistling, Dorothy was startled, she retreated and closed the door in one go, narrowly avoiding it.

After closing the door, the small nest became an independent world, and the batarang was stuck on the dilapidated brick wall that had been restored to its peeling skin, making a dull sound.

Batman was chasing the clown who fled after the Arkham riot. At this time, he keenly sensed that someone was peeping. He grabbed the clown by the neck and threw it against the wall, then quickly threw the bat dart.

—and nothing happened.

There were too many accidents recently, and he was so busy that he couldn't close his eyes for two full days. As a result, his nerves were tense to a critical value.

Batman doesn't like unexpected surprises.

"Hey, Batman, what are you looking for?" The clown was still haunted by the broken bones, he giggled, "Speaking of which, where is the little yellow-green bird beside you?"

"Uncle J hasn't seen him come out alive and kicking for several days." The clown provoked viciously.

The clown's insight and madness are in the same strain, harsh and sharp.

He keenly felt the darkness and struggle in Batman's heart, and he was eager to drag him into the abyss.

The old bat is too grumpy today, the clown thought happily.

Batman didn't reply, he was trying to restrain his anger, he punched the clown unconscious, tied him tightly and swung him to the ground.

The corners of his resolute lips were drawn into a straight line. In fact, the clown guessed right.

Dorothy didn't care what Batman was doing, her heart was beating loudly, and the doorknob was screwed to the head by her, and then she sat down with her arms folded against the door, shrinking herself into a ball again.

She maintained this posture, subconsciously rubbing aside like a frightened bird, and got close enough to reach the sugar bowl, and hugged it.

As if this could convey some strength to her.

"Uh, the system." Dorothy's voice was weak, and she didn't look like she was having fun just now.

"Batman is too fierce."

Dorothy recalled the black bat and hugged herself quietly.

System: "I have already reminded you."

However, Dorothy's listless appearance made the system a little bit soft-hearted, so he decided to give a word of comfort, just a word of comfort.

"...Batman raised four Robins." A coaxing tone was rarely revealed.

But the next moment the system regretted——

"What?" Dorothy was even more terrified. She stood up abruptly, and said in a broken voice, "We still need to hit five!"

system:……

The system looked at the little brat in front of him, very sad.He was obviously turning a corner to comfort Dorothy, men who had raised children were very gentle and told her not to be so nervous, but he didn't expect that the little boy's brain circuit was so strange.

"No," the system explained dryly, "You don't need to."

Before Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, she heard again: "Because Batman is your superhero teammate."

Dorothy: ...

The little girl's face was serious: "I'd better think about a vest first."