[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Peter Parker - fledgling Spider-Man, traveling in Gotham, currently trying to earn money to support his family part-time.

The industrious little Peter got up early to listen to the teachings of the senior deputy editor. He finished the super-bat manuscript and handed it in at noon, and immediately rushed to Gotham Central Park in the afternoon, and began to take pictures of the cosplay exhibition as material.

In order to blend in perfectly, he went to the flea market to buy a Batman costume, modified and cut it by himself - the hem was too long, the sleeves were wide and empty when the wind blows - and the slender figure Little Peter grows more economically.

"No bats, no Gotham!"

New York Spider-Man, who has just been here for a few days, has figured out the essence of Gotham, and decides to do as the Romans do.

The spider sensor has been beeping since last night.But that's okay, nothing can stand in the way of his making money.

"It shouldn't be a big deal."

Xiaoji, a novice villager who has not yet experienced the love and care of villains, is so optimistic and naive.

But the spider sense, like the death alarm clock set when sleeping in, is still ticking away.

When he stepped on the stone bricks of Gotham Central Park, he realized that something was wrong. The sense of uneasiness was lingering like a gangrene, and he had no choice but to hide in the sea of ​​people like the psychopath who came out of Arkham. middle dance.

Until the multitasking Peter couldn't dodge and was bumped by the little girl.

Then he was caught off guard and turned around, as if being sucked into a washing machine that was tumbling at a high speed and spit out again. He did a backflip to stabilize his body, so that he didn't fall to the ground.

The camera fell into the air with a "swoosh", and the moment before it hit the ground and fell into pieces——

A hand stretched out like lightning, and then retracted in an instant, tightly covering his chest.Poor little Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in the corridor with a dazed expression, and the darkness overwhelmed him.There is a faint light coming from the corner of the stairs, and the shadows are indistinct.

The looming black mist floating in mid-air covered the mutated vision.

The chill was penetrating to the bones, and the spider sensed to ride the roller coaster and let out a 360-degree flip scream.

"I, I, I... this, this... is haunted!!!" His hairs were all standing on end, and he stumbled and finally managed to utter a word.

Little Jiju huddled pitifully in the darkness, barely able to move his legs.Surrounded by spacious corridors that are yellowed to the point where the wallpaper is peeling off, the mottled scarlet carpet stretches away, sinking into the darkness, and the musty smell mixed with moisture permeates the air.

The surroundings were eerie like a standard haunted house template, covered with dust from top to bottom, and he almost choked on his breath.

The wooden shelf embedded in the wall is full of dolls, broken and intact mixed together, big and small, wooden, cloth... Crowded and staggered.

But without exception, the heads of the dolls were all facing the little milk spider, and all kinds of eyes were fixed on him.

The little milk spider swallowed.They seem to be moving!

Suddenly, a strange voice came from my mind: This is a game.

He took a jerky step back, the wooden floor creaked under the weight, and he slammed his shoulder against the door behind him in panic.

The unlocked door swung open with a decaying creak, and he fell into the room.

Peter turned around tremblingly, looked around, the house was considered safe.He grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it shut.

Then he hurriedly took out the iron wire from his pocket and fastened it to the broken door lock, and twisted it several times to lock it tightly.

This is a small bedroom.It's very small, with only room for a bed, a small table and a crude wardrobe.

There is a small cradle beside the bed. It is small and can only accommodate a newborn baby. It looks dilapidated and has mottled guardrails along the side.

Cobwebs are everywhere, densely knotted in the corners of the walls, and connected to the ceiling, but there is no trace of living things.

But now we have a cute little Jiju.

"Maybe it's waiting for me." The little milk spider had fun, and made a joke to calm herself down, but her mouth was so bald that she couldn't understand the words.

Well, he's afraid of QAQ.

Even a single sound in the silence would be amplified infinitely. Even if it was blocked by an unknown force, his hearing was still sharper than ordinary people and sent him a slight sound not far away.

It's footsteps.

Xiaojiju was frightened to death, he held his breath and remained motionless.It seems that it was shot into a spider ice sculpture by a freezing man, and it can be served directly with some jam.

Da da da--

Like a drumstick, it hit the little milk spider's fragile heart again and again, almost breaking his tense and delicate nerves.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they walked towards Peter's hiding place without stopping, and then—stopped in front of the door.

Peter pressed his back against the wall, a large area of ​​dust stuck to his back, and the wide corner of his robe was almost torn by him.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door.

Peter shut up.He couldn't help but think wildly, the ghosts of Gotham are quite polite.

Seeing that no one answered, the door was pushed hard, and after shaking and making a harsh sound, it didn't open. The iron wire pinned to the door lock played a role.

Peter was almost suffocating.

He began to think of New York, Aunt May, the idol Iron Man Mr. Stark and the Avengers behind him.

If Peter Parker was given another chance, he would grab Iron Man's thigh without hesitation, admit that he is Spider-Man and vigorously promote himself, fulfilling his dream of joining the Avengers.Never mind the extremely embarrassing situation of being turned away.

The knock on the door sounded again, gradually getting louder.Unlike before, this time the sound was mixed in.

"Spider-Man, are you in there?"

"Why do not you speak?"

The poor little milk spider was terrified: No, no, I'm not here!Batman help! ! !

The little girl's voice came through the crack of the door, and the echo echoed in the empty corridor, echoing slightly.

"I'm in."

With a loud bang, the door creaked and was knocked open. The short doll stood still, holding a long stick in front of the door.

The blond hair is scattered on the black cloak, the shadows fall on the golden hair and paint a gloomy tone, and the face cannot be seen clearly, like a little girl in all horror fairy tales.The little milk spider wrapped itself in a bat-like cloak in horror, huddled up, and closed its eyes in despair.

Gotham is scary!Can I go back to New York alive QAQ!

No one responded after knocking a few times. When Dorothy waved the bread impatiently and opened the broken wooden door, what she saw was the little spider huddled pitifully in the big black cloth. Half of it is precariously adorned on the top of the head.

"What's wrong with you? Was Batman stepped on your tail too?"

Just rushed over to meet up with his teammates, tilted his head and asked in doubt: "Or did he crush your bed?"

As soon as she heard the notification that the dungeon was on, Dorothy immediately put the phone down and put it in her backpack, took out the same domino mask as Robin Bird, put it on, and quickly hid the Superman backpack.

Superman's small schoolbag will reveal his identity, anyway, the phone has no signal in the dungeon.

With a clip of the bow, Alice reappeared in Gotham.

The perfect step was equipped before the end of the countdown, and she stepped into the copy aggressively.

Little Dorothy: Want me to see which baby spider is interrupting my heart-to-heart moments with Daddy?

The imposing Dorothy is fierce and fierce!Quick fix, talk to dad when I get home from get off work!

After a scene change, Dorothy is inside the house.

"It's too broken." Dorothy glanced at the precise comment, and the arc of her raised chin was exactly the same as Damian's.

The painting style this time seems to be a retro fairytale style, with the gloomy and refined Gothic style of Gotham vaguely mixed with the shabby.

The system map is stretched out in front of your eyes, and the map is still quite powerful when you team up with Chaoying to enter the dungeon.

The little green dot representing Spider-Man lit up, dancing and flashing in Dorothy's sight.She looked at the map and determined the coordinates of her teammate.

But who is Spider-Man?Little Dorothy blinked and searched her mind.

Check no such person.

It is estimated that it is some [-]th-line Xiaomeng Xinchao Yingba who has just debuted.

Alas, the copy is not picked, but it doesn't matter.Dorothy, who had been in the dungeon once, was thinking deeply as she walked, today the boss, Dorothy, will take you flying.

Until she came to the door where Spider-Man was hiding—

Little Dorothy, who successfully captured the little milk spider who left the team, couldn't help sighing like a little adult when she saw the other party shivering in the inferior Batman suit.

Sure enough, it was Xiaomengxin, who was so frightened that she was about to cry.Come on, look at the poor guy, Dorothy the Brave won't bother him.

How can you hang around in Gotham like this, and the black lacquer just stares like that, doesn't it make your legs weak?

The little spider was so frightened that he hugged himself tightly and covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound.But Dorothy recognized him, the short guy dressed up as Batman Jumping Disco.

Dorothy, the boss who is always lying down and winning, shook her head, this little milk spider is not easy to carry.

So she communicated and asked aloud, first briefly explaining the situation.

"Spider-Man, I'm Alice, your teammate." Dorothy wore a Robin bird mask on her face, and she straightened her waist as a superhero senior. "Now, listen to my command."

Her eyes flicked across the small bedroom, and then settled on Spider-Man.It took Spider-Man a little while to ask the most concerned question.

"What does the world look like to you?"

"And," Dorothy paused, "am I cute?"

"...cute," the little spider leaned over to take a look and immediately retracted, not like a doll.

"The atmosphere is eerie," Little Spider said after a while, "There's still black mist!"

Dorothy glanced at the retro and nostalgic fairytale style. It was a bit worn out, but it wasn't terrible.

But this is the same scene as Robin Bird saw before.

Zai Zai and the milk spider who successfully met exchanged information.

Milky Spider speaks first—more precisely, Dorothy filters information from Spider-Man's tearful accusations, almost out of ten.

Dorothy slapped the useless nonsense, which was a bit difficult, after all, the proportion was a bit large.Then draw the key points according to the words, he was dragged in.

An intangible mysterious force, but the Robin Bird was said to be a flying black shadow.The difference is a doubtful point, Dorothy nodded secretly, and wrote it down in a small notebook.

Knowing that Spider-Man has the ability of premonition, she clapped her hands in surprise.

"It's up to you, Xiaojiju."

There seemed to be a game notification sound in her ear, congratulations to the player for getting a humanoid prop: Xiaojiju brand sensor.

"This is a game," said Dorothy, who had experience once, succinctly. She was fearless in the face of danger, and showed the momentum of a big boss. "The name is [Doll's House]."

Damian is again Dorothy's model.

The little milk spider Qi Qiran nodded, no, there are dolls everywhere.

Then he heard Dorothy continue: "The clearance requirement is 'find her, take her'."

Peter raised his little paw tremblingly, and asked obediently like a good student: "Who is 'she'?"

Dorothy choked, and the two looked at each other.

She cleared her throat and pointed to the core seriously: "Yes, the question is, who is she?"

"do you understand?"

The little milk spider put down her hand obediently, and nodded obediently.

Dorothy was satisfied: she is so good, she is much more obedient than Robin Bird.

They planned to explore the copy first, and exchanged information about the copy they observed before leaving.

This is a big villa, and the outside of the windows are sealed with seals.Some of the doors were locked, and Dorothy broke open some of them with a baguette in hand on the Lane Road.

"Look how much I take care of you, and I even knocked on the door to ask."

Little Spider: Stop talking QAQ

Dorothy just stooped out, blinked her eyes as she remembered something, and smiled at the little milk spider, she still had to talk to her father at night.

There is no ready-made subject for the heart-to-heart experiment in front of you.She went over Damian's behavior again in her little mind.

"Cough cough."

Dorothy looked up at him, pretending not to say: "Are you the new Chaoying?"

Little Spider lowered his head in bewilderment: "Uh, in a sense it is true."

Dorothy's blue eyes flickered a few times, and she began to impart experience.

"When you meet a monster... the villain, you should hide first, and rush up to knock his head while he is unaware. Don't be cowardly and just do it. As long as you don't fall down, the opponent will be finished."

Dorothy imitated Damian and gave lessons to the newly debuted Xiaochaoying.

The little spider, whose origin is New York, is a little unaccustomed, but the confused little milk spider nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

This little girl looks amazing.

"Also, do you understand the rules of Gotham?" Dorothy looked him up and down, tilted her head and told him in a serious voice, "The code name must be consistent with the outfit."

"I, I, and I are just dressing up for the exhibition." The little milk spider who came to Gotham on a business trip humbly wrote it down.

However, Gotham is really scary!

"I sewed it myself." He still explained bluntly, with the appearance of a good boy who is very obedient to me.

The effect is good, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction, Brucey's father is much better than Spiderman, it must be no problem!

She stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat him on the shoulder—well, out of reach.

Little Jiju squatted down obediently and caringly, so Dorothy withdrew her hand contentedly.

The well-behaved little milk spider listened in a trance and doubted life. The high school boy attended the class twice a day, and it sounded like something was wrong.

But he followed Dorothy, and they went out together.

When they entered the corridor, Dorothy directed the little spider to pull down the corner candlestick—it was a bit high, and Dorothy didn't want to jump up—the two of them went up the stairs with a candlestick.

There were all kinds of dolls scattered on the closet. Xiao Jiju was trembling with fright, but he still volunteered to walk ahead to explore the way.

Alice looks so small, he has to protect her QAQ.

Talk to the little spider after getting acquainted with Dorothy to ease the fear.

Gradually, Dorothy became overwhelmed and overturned the wrong conclusion that she was a match.

Dorothy who can't even get her mouth shut: ...I should introduce Damian to him, the system will like him too.

Gradually, little Dorothy couldn't speak, and he almost became a stand-up comedy.She thought of Dick again, and Dickie must be happy to meet Spider-Man.

Two people can make their debut as a group to perform talk shows.

Peter Parker has pulled from the ball on top of the Daily Planet to his dream.As soon as he arrived in Gotham, all kinds of weird dreams came one after another and got into his little head.

"I think Gotham is warning me," he said wryly.By the way, if it wasn't for the pain from twisting his arm, he would even think he was dreaming right now.

"I dreamed about being bald last night." The little spider felt terrified, "I must have stayed up late these days."

The bald land is extremely artistic, with one less strand on the left and a few strands on the right.

Dorothy ah ah look, she's not only bald.

Dorothy thought flatteringly that, like her father, she had beautiful black hair, in loose curls that felt wonderful to the touch.She stays up late so she doesn't get bald, and Dad doesn't stay up at all.

The little spider changed the subject, and said that before Gotham, he dealt with a villain who was blocking the way, but he dreamed of grapes the night he arrived in Gotham.

"Grapes?" Dorothy searched carefully on the stairs, but found nothing. She clapped her hands and stood up, and asked casually, "What's wrong with grapes?"

"Swallowed you?"

She had just finished eating grapes before she entered the dungeon. The fruit is sweet and sour, and tastes great.

The little spider imitated her movements and rummaged together, resisting the discomfort of the doll's staring eyes, and constantly expressing her fear by talking: "I dreamed that grapes grew on my face."

"One by one, the bigger and bigger, I woke up straight away. QAQ"

Dorothy who just finished eating grapes in the fruit bowl: ...something seems to be churning in my stomach.

Grape!

Grapes grow on the face!

This is absolutely intolerable.Dorothy misses Damian.Close the door and let Damian go!

Damian's mouth cannon ability MAX for indiscriminate strafing attacks.

Poisonous Damian: Specializes in the treatment of talkative tuberculosis.

Spider-Man was still chirping, and he could say better than Dorothy: "I just wanted to ask, what's wrong with your clothes..."

But the next moment, he suddenly fell silent——

Dorothy turned around with the candlestick in her hand, the candle shadow flickered slightly, dragging the shadow of little Dorothy to expand and cast it on the wall, extending a huge black silhouette.

The blue eyes were dimmed in the flickering candlelight, giving off the feeling of inorganic glass beads.

Peter Parker opened his mouth wide.

She lowered her voice and imitated Batman's demeanor: "Have you ever played the game of doll knocking on the door?"

"You opened the door."

She walked in step by step.

"Ouch!"

The little spider jumped up to the ceiling with a "swoosh" in fright, shaking off a cloud of dust.

Little Dorothy dodged skillfully.

And the little milk spider lying on the ceiling cried and shut up.

Dorothy pushed back her hair which hid her view.The loose ponytail was tied by Damian pulling her hair in the morning. It is simple and practical, and it is more convenient for him to pull it directly.

She unpacked the small potato chips in her pocket, held them in her hands, and chewed them, making the little spider tremble.

Scared little milk spider: what is she eating?

The little bat cub wearing the Robin bird mask looked up and stared at the little milk spider in the Batman suit.

If Little Wings was there, he would probably turn around and find out the devil cubs desperately.At this moment, Damian was possessed.

Ancestral scary skills get

Her little milk voice was sweet: "Why are you jumping so high? I don't bite people."