[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Crackling——

The crunch of potato chips being chewed echoes in the gloomy hallway, surrounded by silence that acts as a doll for the audience.

The little milk spider who fell to ashes held back his tears, grabbed the small snack bag, and poured small potato chips into his mouth——at that time, he jumped straight to the ceiling in a jerk, and ended up rolling with Cinderella in the slag It seemed that the whole body was covered with dust, and it became a big gray ball.

The dusty and poor-quality Batman suit was taken off, rolled up and thrown in the corner——Dorothy stood aside and stared at the little milk spider, she didn't think much of it and rubbed the dust all over her body, so the little milk spider grumbled Done.

Little Dorothy can hardly be too Damian now!

Only the bat's hood with its pointed ears collapsed and drooped down survived the little milk spider's refusal to obey.The other pointed ear that was originally intact scratched against the chandelier hanging from the roof, and the wire was also torn off.

——But it fits well with his pitiful little expression of wanting to cry or not.

Dorothy blinked at him, thinking dreamily: If only Black was as cute as the little milk spider.The brave Dorothy was afraid of nothing.

Of course, if she can be as cute as Brucey's father, then Dorothy can wake up with a smile in her dreams.

Dorothy coaxed the little milk spider down with a small potato chip, and said a word to prove her human identity——

"I saw you disco in Gotham Central Park, little one," Dorothy added, mouthing the last potato chip to Peter Parker, "in the dark and the Robin Bird It's under the sign."

It was this sentence that successfully made the little milk spider relax.

"I'm just joking for the scene." Dorothy poked him with her finger, and her big blue eyes approached him, "Are you still super British? Why are you so cowardly?"

"It's too scary." The little milk spider sobbed, he was really frightened just now.Dorothy was so much like a little girl in a horror story at the time, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the doll moving, and the rustling sound climbed up its spine into his mind, and his scalp almost exploded.

He rubbed his head apprehensively.

"The doll is moving, hiccup~" He couldn't help hiccupping, his cheeks puffed out from eating too fast just now.

He was a little confused as to why he was hungry so quickly, as if something was eating away at his physical energy, and then spreading and eroding his spirit little by little.

Peter Parker re-felt the long-lost exhaustion after becoming Spider-Man, a bit like the feeling of rushing homework all night.

Little Dorothy jumped up and patted him on the back intimately, but almost staggered the ecstatic little milk spider.

Dorothy glanced around: "Are you afraid of these dolls? Don't worry, it's your illusion, they haven't moved."

Trembling, the little milk spider added to his weird feeling. He looked down at little Dorothy, while Dorothy tilted her head and listened thoughtfully.

The scenes presented in the eyes of the two are completely different in painting style, and they are clearly the same furnishings and decorations.In the eyes of the little milk spider, there was a coolness, and the black mist hung in the air, gradually thickening from thin.

In Dorothy's vision, this is just a dilapidated cottage with a touch of fairy tale style.

The two dungeons are also filled with black mist, and the painting style is also gloomy, which makes Chaoying teammates feel cold behind their backs.

But the Robin Bird thought he had become a Robin Rabbit from the moment he woke up, but the little milk spider didn't turn into a little spider doll.

Dorothy overturned the previous conclusion hesitantly.It wasn't the carrot that produced the black mist and green juice, but the black mist corroding the carrot that caused all the weirdness.

The black mist is the root of the nightmare, manipulating the five senses, and the radishes are the root and core of the normal dungeon world.

The carrots with the black mist produce green juice, which then corrodes the white radish that resists the black mist.

The role of carrots in transforming into rabbits is affirmative, and the black mist has blessed this ability.And the carrot that Robin ate at that time should not be the one that turned into a rabbit, otherwise it would also be a rabbit in Dorothy's eyes.

What do you mean?Dorothy blinked and exclaimed inwardly, the carrot is really greener than the white radish.

The causal relationship is completely reversed.

Seeing that Dorothy stayed where she was without making a sound, the little milk spider uneasily grasped the strap of the camera, strangled her fingers and made marks.

"Don't be afraid, when the similarity between a doll and a human reaches a certain level, people will feel fear." Dorothy noticed, and she took up the posture of a superhero senior, dragging her little milk voice like a little teacher Seriously preach the word and receive karma to solve doubts.

For the sake of teaching effect, she also specially used the rhetorical method: "Do you know what theory this is?"

She was still waiting for the little milk spider to stare at her to answer, but unexpectedly the student was too good——

"I know, it's the uncanny valley effect." Xueba Chongchong quickly followed up, like falling beans, "This is derived from the development of robot research..."

Speaking of familiar theoretical fields, the tense little milk spider relaxed, and then poured out a bunch of theories uncontrollably, and finally ended with the appearance threshold mechanism.

The blind teacher Dorothy was caught off guard by a bunch of theories, and her eyes widened in dizziness.

She thought angrily: Little D, this is totally different from what you said!

But coaxing Xiaomengxin still needs to be coaxed, she always feels that the little milk spider is about to cry again: "It doesn't matter, just make a mark to know whether they are moving or not."

Dorothy took out the watercolor pen, swiped and scratched the body of the doll in hand, and the strokes almost flew up.

Pink dots swished on the game map.

Items painted with watercolor strokes will appear as pink dots on the map.Focusing on the key points is useless to Chaoying who has not lost his horse.

The game was reminded three times in a row, and Dorothy was furious thinking about it.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid," Dorothy turned her head and took out a candy from her pocket, and put it in the palm of the little milk spider like the red hood handed it to her, but the tall red hood stooped, while little Dorothy stood on tiptoe.

She said lightly: "You are so lucky, this time I will take you flying."

Little Dorothy, who had won a dungeon once, was full of confidence. She turned her head to comfort the little milk spider, and continued to work on her marking plan.

"Why are you holding the candlestick?" The little milk spider stared at the toffee in her hand, and clenched her hands tightly.This candy seemed to give him strength, and he mustered up the courage to ask his doubts.

He remembered that this little girl named Alice said that her vision was not blocked by the black fog.

Peter Parker's beautiful, slightly pale lips pursed uneasily.

"Oh, this is more in line with the atmosphere, helps to enhance the momentum, and makes people look more mysterious." Dorothy blinked and replied kindly, "You can also try the little trick my little brother taught you next time."

It looks good, and the aura is shocking.

"He also taught me how to break through the enemy's psychological defense." Dorothy was a little bit showing off, but she fell asleep listening to it.Of course, this need not be said.

She was slurring her words, deliberately omitting Damian's name and nickname.

The tip of the little milk spider's tongue is pressed against the toffee, and the milky taste mixed with sweetness permeates the mouth, and a warm feeling is transmitted from the tip of the tongue to the limbs.He felt that his almost frozen body was slowly regaining vitality.

But Alice's brother is scary.Little Peter was terrified that her brother would spoil little Alice.

No, he had to do something.The little milk spider made up her mind.

They stood on the third floor, and only half of the stairs led to the roof. The skylight was sealed by a special force and could not be opened, and the baguette could not be pushed.Dorothy had rushed from the hall on the first floor to catch the little milk spider.

The two returned, and together they searched the floor where the little milk spider was hiding. Except for the room where the meeting was successful, all the doors were hung with big locks and were firmly bolted.

However, this time it was not a big problem.

Dorothy swung out her baguettes, and door after door banged violently through the doors.

The furnishings in the house are almost the same as the first one, except that the cradle is missing.The rooms that follow are like copy-and-paste—the kind that don't even bother to fix the pictures.

No special items were found.

Before the two of them left the room where the little milk spider was hiding, Dorothy went around the little cradle a few times, and even lifted the covering cloth to probe. her.

The two turned and headed to the second floor.

The wooden steps creaked and spiraled down, and Dorothy gave up her candlestick to the milk spider.

Suddenly, Dorothy stopped, as if she had kicked something.

"Soft, like—"

She turned her head and saw a black shadow standing at the foot of the wall.

The little milk spider was about to explode again, and he quickly covered his mouth before screaming.

The little milk spider thought sadly, for some reason, he could hardly control himself after entering this weird place.

"It's a little rabbit doll," Dorothy squatted in front of the shadow, she poked the baguette and turned it over, "it's a little gray rabbit...probably."

Dorothy was a little uncertain, after all, she had just seen the little milk spider covered in dust and turned into a little gray spider.

The little gray rabbit doll is ugly and dirty.One of the long ears was missing, the fluff was exposed at the seams, and the stitches were crooked and almost kinked.The buttons sewn on the face for the eyes also hung down, hanging from the head only by a thread.

The game prompt sound suddenly flooded into my mind:

[Name: White Bunny Doll (damaged):

Description: Are you still waiting for the little rabbit who dreams with you?

Function: Squeeze the quilt, sleep, and have a sweet dream.

Note: Damaged state, invalid for those with stronger mental power]

"It doesn't seem to work."

Dorothy had a very happy life. She had a rainbow pony from Little Wing, a round doll from her father, and she didn't want to sleep with the ugly bunny.

The little spider couldn't figure it out, she stood by the side in a daze, and she briefly said what she wanted to do.

She smacked her mouth: "I don't want to have sweet dreams."

Little Dorothy didn't need to dream, because the reality of being with her father and brother was better than a dream.

In addition, her ability is the mind control that can manipulate the five senses, which can be concluded that the prop can only be used as an ugly doll.

"Let's go."

Dorothy turned and stepped up the stairs, but found that the little milk spider hadn't followed.She looked back curiously, her blue eyes full of doubts.

The little milk spider stopped where it was, its eyes were almost glued to the doll, its fingers were wringing at the hem of the clothes, and the corners of the clothes were twisted into a wrinkled ball.

Seeing Dorothy looking over, he stammered and opened his mouth, and asked cautiously: "Yes, I'm sorry, Alice, can I take it?"

"I, um, Uncle Ben passed away. Aunt May is very sad, she is sick, and I want to make her happy." He stumbled and stumbled, barely able to form a sentence.

But Dorothy somehow understood him.

"Of course you can, if you like." Dorothy blinked and smiled at him, very sweet, with an inexplicable soothing power, successfully calming down the little milk spider.

The little spider hugged the gray-looking white bunny doll tightly.The camera that was regarded as a treasure was covered with a layer of dust, as if it rolled from the shiny shop window to the second-hand stall in a second, but he didn't care.

Dorothy: "...why are you crying again?"

The little milk spider sniffed, its eyes were red, and it looked blank after hearing Dorothy's question.He touched his face subconsciously, and the exposed half of his face was smeared with several coats of dust.

Tears rolled down, mixed with gray marks, looking miserable.

"I don't know, it's just..." He didn't know how to describe it for a while.

He added in a low voice: "I don't usually cry, really."

He bit out the accent for emphasis.The mutated and strengthened Spider-Man has extremely keen five senses, and he can feel this kind of spiritual change more clearly-although it is extremely subtle.

"I feel that all the vulnerable sides are magnified here, and I just want to throw myself into Aunt May's arms and cry." He sobbed, trying to describe this vague feeling, "It's like returning to my childhood Times, she would put me to sleep and sing a lullaby."

Dorothy was dubious. She felt that Xiaomeng was making excuses for her crying behavior.

Isn't this still a crybaby and a childish ghost?

Why didn't Robin Bird see the impact?The dungeon is as violent as ever, and it hasn't become childish.

No, not necessarily!Dorothy stopped her thoughts, it had been a long time since the night sky of Gotham saw the lively figure of the Robin bird flapping its wings.

He wouldn't really be crying in the dark arms now, would he?

Mickey, who hugged the bat doll and didn't let go: No, I didn't.

The terrified little Dorothy took out an orange jelly candy from her pocket and put it in her mouth to suppress her shock.

She looked at the crying little milk spider and thought, maybe she can share a carrot with the little milk spider.

So she stood still with her little hands behind her back, turned around and looked up at the little milk spider: "Do you want to eat carrots?"

"Uh uh uh, thank you," the little milk spider who held back his tears again didn't know why, but he accepted the little girl's kindness with some surprise, "I'm very happy."

He showed a silly smile, with tears of mixed gray on his face - Damian had described in detail the specific performance of a silly smile to Dorothy.To highlight, the first example is their dear big brother: Dick Grayson.

Peter Parker made up his mind that when the game came out, he must talk to Alice's parents, especially her brother.

Dorothy ticks the box on the baby milk spider breeding program.

The black mist is getting thicker and thicker, at least in the eyes of the little milk spider, it has almost materialized into a solid body.Dorothy nodded to show that she understood, but she was in a panic.

They reached the second floor and continued exploring.

The first time she turned in, Dorothy stopped in her tracks. She ran over, held onto the edge of the counter, and reached out to touch it uncontrollably——

Hanging there is a family portrait that has been smeared so that it cannot be seen.