[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"No Neptune, not even seafood."

The two cubs returned without success.

It fully shows that Neptune in the real world can never manage the ocean in the dungeon, and cross-regional law enforcement is not feasible.

The surrounding area was in a mess, the rocks were incomplete and cracked, all caused by Dorothy swinging a baguette.The gravel was moved to the shore by the two cubs and thrown into the sea.

There was only a "plop" and there was no more words.

The only catch is wet clothes in the strong wind.

Little Dorothy leaned against the half-missing rock with her baguette in her arms, peeled off a candy bar for energy, and handed another piece to Billy.

She tapped the rock with her little finger, and accompanied by a rhythmic voice, said: "I think our thinking is wrong."

"Sure enough, Dorothy's version of Super League Rules One, don't fantasize about foreign aid." Dorothy sighed like an adult, and looked down at the tired and paralyzed little Billy.

Panting, Billy sat down beside her, reaching out his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, his jeans were rolled up, and his shoes were soaked.

The knee was still aching, and Billy put his hands on the wound, probably due to swelling after bruising, and maybe bleeding from abrasions.

When he was lifting the stone, he staggered and bumped into a sharp corner. Billy, who had lost the protection of Shazam's shell, was quite fragile.At that moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and he suppressed them back, wiped them indiscriminately, without making a sound.

Dorothy crouched down this time and asked suddenly:

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"Huh?" Billy was taken aback, staring blankly at Dorothy who came over like a rabbit.

"I mean, does it still hurt where you hit it?" Dorothy blinked and asked again softly, pointing to his leg.

"I heard you breathing in a low voice, and your hands touched your knees unconsciously at high frequency." She stretched out her hand and rubbed the side of her face, and continued to add, "Then I remembered that your walking posture was not right just now. Shallow."

"The most important thing is," little Dorothy shrugged, pinching two fingers together, "I smell a bit of blood, a little bit."

Just a tiny bit, but enough for Dorothy to understand.

"Open it for me to see."

Dorothy took small medical bandages and antiseptics out of her pocket and laid them on the floor.

She vaguely remembered that in an excessively humid environment, especially when the wound touched water, it would become inflamed if it was not bandaged.

There would be bugs, too, and Dorothy shuddered, shaking the picture out of her mind.

And they were on an island surrounded by water paradise.

"Uh," Billy moved his legs awkwardly, and began to speak stiffly, "it's all right."

He raised his small chin and said with a smile: "Captain Fantastic Shazam is extremely powerful, and he is not afraid of any difficulties and enemies."

Dorothy blinked, and unscrewed the cap of the anti-inflammatory water on her own: "But you are not Shazam now, but Billy Batson."

"Shazam won't get hurt, but you will."

"Listen to me," Dorothy tilted her head and shook the anti-inflammatory water bottle in front of Billy, "Understood?"

Billy Batson obediently gave up resisting, and then kept his head down until the dressing was finished, his face hidden in the shadow, and Dorothy couldn't see his expression clearly.

The trousers on his body were a little tight, and the fabric was a kind of denim material that had almost lost its elasticity. It was frayed and turned white after washing.

"It will take a lot of effort to pull it up, and it will touch the wound, but it's okay, I still have this."

Dorothy hooked the small scissors with her fingers and clicked them open and closed. She smiled at Billy and said, "Let's cut the fabric at the knee first."

She took out another small box of thread: "Then sew it up."

Dorothy's four-dimensional pocket directly stunned Billy. To be honest, he had only seen it from Batman.

The bandaging process... was rather tortuous. Dorothy's hands were unsteady when wrapping the bandages. In the end, Billy, who had rich experience in wandering, took over and finished bandaging himself.

He's actually used to it.

But I don't know why I almost cried this time.

The stitches on the trousers near the wound went from crooked to straight, and the former was undoubtedly Dorothy's masterpiece, and finally it was exhausted, and it was handed over to Billy for finishing.

Under Billy's hands, the needle and thread were almost enchanted, with tight stitches and smooth ends.

Dorothy was convinced and praised: "You are as good as Little Wing."

"Ah Choo!" Billy, who was equally powerful, folded his arms and shivered again.

He seemed to have caught a cold from the cold wind and shivered.

Dorothy took out a useful sheet from [Dorothy's Nest] and covered him with an ugly bow.

"You can put this on and pretend it's your white cloak."

Billy was stunned: ...is this a real four-dimensional pocket?

It was actually Dorothy's pocket with a hidden buckle, fastened to which was the key to the den.

The skinny little Billy who was wrapped into a ball was placed in a shelter from the wind, with broken hair scattered on his white forehead, pitifully, with a thermometer in his mouth.

She checked the temperature of Billy's forehead, it seemed a little hot, then took out the pill and handed it to Billy's mouth, watching him swallow it with satisfaction.

Dorothy smacked her lips and put her hands on her hips: "Unfortunately, there is no hot soup."

The scope of this small island is not very large. Dorothy calculated that she could explore it in about half a day.

Correspondingly, according to the speed of the seawater submersion, there was not much time left for little Dorothy, she had to quickly clear her mind and come up with a solution.

Forget it, Dorothy scratched her hair and glanced at Billy who clearly needed a break.

Billy Batson, a non-combat attrition man, bit the thermometer depressedly, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand.

Dorothy began to recall how the first two dungeons were cleared, and she searched carefully for the memories in her mind.

Everything she experienced after waking up seemed to be engraved in her mind, each one clearly visible.

Dorothy murmured to herself:

"The way to clear the first dungeon is to eat the radish and go back where you came from."

"The way to clear the second copy is to find the key to open the cradle at the landing point and go back."

Billy, who was a little dizzy, looked at her suspiciously.

Seeing this, Dorothy sat with him and described in detail the clearance strategies of the first two dungeons.

But the kind Dorothy put a vest on the little milk spider.

Dorothy's blue eyes lit up, and she jumped up suddenly: "Come out, come out!"

"There is also a moral," she nibbled on the chocolate, and with the chocolate mud still on her lips, she began to speak inarticulately, "but why is it so fable?"

Billy put his tongue against the thermometer, and continued vaguely: "It's like reading comprehension."

Dorothy nodded approvingly.

They descended together from the sea, does that mean that the key to the dungeon is near there.

Dorothy climbed up the rock, and her eyes wandered between the little rock-covered sand and the rough sea.

Whether to dig a hole or jump into the sea, little Dorothy thought deeply, this is a question.

"Does the sea have any special meaning? What about the sandy land? Or the coastline?" she said to herself. "The sea that is drowning the land."

"The Great Flood and Noah's Ark." Billy interrupted suddenly, Billy took the thermometer out of his mouth, and he grabbed it and shook it.

A little low-grade fever, it's okay.And Dorothy gave him medicine.

He'd even been able to carry it on his own before.

Billy Batson was adopted by a devout Christian family, where he heard people read the Christian Bible "Genesis" and firmly remembered the story about Noah's Ark .

The ever-advancing seawater launched a fierce attack on the isolated island just like the catastrophe of the flood.

"According to this, the so-called treasure of the sea is the Noah's Ark carrying hope." Dorothy understood a little bit, and at the same time stopped the little patient from getting up with disapproving eyes.

"Pick us up for a calm retreat from the flood."

Billy moved back silently, and suddenly something cold was pressed against his waist. He turned around and looked at the glass bottle stuck in the crack of the rock, and there seemed to be something stuffed in the bottle.

He tried it, the glass bottle was smooth, and it was difficult to pull out |with the bottom of the bottle facing outwards.Billy looked at it for a moment, then pried with a sharp stone.

"That's right," Dorothy murmured to herself, lowered her head and pulled her pocket, and took out the bowknot, "Destruction and Rebirth."

"Go where you are."

"It matches the customs clearance strategy, and the dungeon likes this tune."

It must be made by the same game company!

But Dorothy was still a little confused: "But there is still something I don't understand."

"Noah's Ark" symbolizes hope, and what symbol does this hope itself contain?It seems to be another analogous virtual finger.

It seems that it will not be a simple, rough and direct shipwreck, which can directly carry them away.

Maybe there is a deeper meaning hidden under the allegory.

It's so annoying, can't you just go straight?She just likes tossing the baguette, and I have a brain-beating way to fight monsters in the world.

The Mad Hatter said it was good to use it.

Dorothy really hated this kind of word riddle, but she praised the copy when she first entered the copy.

Big loss.

But the copy still has to be passed, she quickly put on [Alice's bow], and jumped off that rock in one fell swoop.

Under the sun, the blond hair shone with a dazzling luster, like gold powder sprinkled all over the long black satin hair by the way.

His hair changed color, Billy let go of his hand in a daze, and the bottle he was dragging out rolled out by itself.

He picked it up and saw that it was a drift bottle.A note was lying quietly inside.

Dorothy turned her back to Billy, her baby-fat pretty face was full of solemnity, and her small body was filled with the aura of relentless death.

It's like a warrior saying goodbye to his girlfriend and going to the battlefield.

"Lie here obediently, I'll jump into the sea to find clues."