[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"Dorothy, look at this."

Princess Billy grabs Prince Dorothy who is about to jump into the sea.After all, there are no mermaids in the sea, so if you jump, you will be fishing in the sea.

The two cubs squatted together and looked down, surrounding the dripping glass bottle in the middle.

"Uh," Dorothy pursed her lips, poked the bottle with her hand, and asked in confusion, "So this is a drift bottle?"

Roughly the size of a child's palm, the bottle has winding cracks and traumas caused by bumps all over the body. The glass is thick and dull to the point of losing its luster. The slightly damaged old cork firmly blocks the bottle mouth, faithfully leaving no gaps.

In short, it is a strong bottle, and it sails across the ocean to meet the cub.

"It looks like a drift bottle."

Billy twitched the tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, and his voice was slightly hoarse, with sand in his voice, as if the fine sand from the shore had been blown in by a strong wind.

The drift bottle itself carries the meaning of hope. People write important messages or wishes on paper and stuff them into the bottle, and then send them into the sea.

But it doesn't match the previous flood disaster and Noah's Ark speculation... No!Isn't Noah's Ark carrying hope just wandering in the sea!

Destruction and Rebirth...

The sea breeze lifted the hood over her head, but Dorothy didn't care.

To be honest, according to the rule setting of the game that emphasizes the sense of ritual, the broken bottle does not meet the prop setting.Dorothy frowned her pretty little eyebrows, thinking, it's a note instead...

Thinking of this, Dorothy paused, and her eyes were glued to the drift bottle again, looking through the bottle to observe the small note inside.

Billy saw Dorothy picked up the drift bottle and began to fiddle with it, and reminded him aloud: "The cork is too tight, it can't be opened."

A slight nasal tinge blended into Billy's simmering voice.

There is no gap between the cork and the mouth of the bottle, so that no air can be squeezed in tightly.

Billy tried to pull it out, but found that he couldn't get in even the tip of his fingernail.

"Stop talking if you have a sore throat." Dorothy pulled the corner of the sheet to cover the lower half of his face. "Would you like some water?"

Billy shook his head.

"Huh?" Dorothy's beautiful blue eyes blinked, the sky and the sea combined couldn't match the clear and translucent blue without any impurities.

"The mouth of the bottle seems to be sealed with glue." She lifted the bottle to her eyes and tilted her head to examine it carefully.

The granular gel is attached to the mouth of the bottle and the cracks of the cork, which can be faintly seen through the glass.

Completely sealed.

Dorothy grabbed the bottle with one hand and swayed up and down, and the rolled paper jumped in the bottle.

What is written in the note?Is it a key item?

Why does the drift bottle get stuck in the rock void, is it the only one or are there more?

Dorothy had an intuition that this was absolutely inseparable from the copy.

"It's sealed, isn't it?" Dorothy shook her head, her golden hair swaying in front of her eyes.

Only then did she remember that the bow hadn't been taken off yet, so she reached out and tore it off and stuffed it in her pocket.

Then, she picked up the bottle and walked a few steps. When she reached a safe distance, she knocked it against the cliff. There was the sound of broken glass, which was crisp and pleasant, and the sound of knocking and cracking sounded together.

The shards of glass fell to the ground, shining brightly among the broken stones.

"It's done!" Dorothy grabbed the little note that was hidden in the bottle.

The servant version of hardcore corkscrew.

You guessed it, the little note hidden in the bottle is the key.

Sure enough, such a fragile bottle is definitely not a dungeon item. Even if it is true, such a fragile and ugly item might as well be remade.

She unwrapped the small rubber band on the scroll: "Let me see what is written on it."

Billy, who was covered all over, only showed his eyes. He sneezed several times just now, and pulled the bed sheet tightly to cover himself tightly.He moved to Dorothy's side and put his head around to look.

Dorothy held the note and passed it in front of his eyes. She thought Billy looked a bit like an Arabian princess in a robe.

The rolled paper slip unfolded slowly in front of the eyes, and the paper strip exposed|exposed to the air was soaked in the smell of moisture and salt in an instant, and it felt soft to the fingertips when twisted.

What appears on the paper is a quirky pattern constructed of twisted lines.

A capital letter "S" is in the center, and four vague numbers are arranged below it. Dorothy's small nose almost touches the note to make out, 1048 from left to right.

They are framed by a circle, and short horizontal lines are drawn along the circle on the circle, which are uneven.

Although, why does this word look so familiar?Dorothy blinked, she had a lollipop in her mouth, and she chewed it unconsciously.

Billy looked up and looked confused, "Is this a totem?"

His brain was wide open and he was eager to try: "The zigzag lines of ouroboros?"

Billy didn't see anything until Dorothy told him it was letters and numbers.

"So it's the password." Billy nodded, expressing his understanding.

"Could the number be the location of the treasure cave, the treasures left by those pirates." He became excited, and stretched out his claws from under the bed sheet to take the note, "Maybe the treasure cave is buried in the ocean treasures we are looking for. .”

"Maybe, would you like some water?" Dorothy took out the diary, holding the pen to jot down the key points, the wind blew the pages and she suddenly caught a glimpse of the first page full of words.

A bolt of lightning flashed across Dorothy's mind.

This is the shape of her handwriting at the beginning!No wonder it's so familiar.

She quickly snatched the note from the bewildered Billy and held it eagerly before her eyes, the note crumpled in her hands.

The circular composition is gradually distorted and deformed, blurred like frosted glass, but firmly absorbed in the mind.

She murmured, "It's the clock's time."

Dorothy let go of her hand, and the diary fell to the ground, but the little girl didn't realize it.

His thoughts were dragged down, falling continuously, sinking into the darkness.

A swarm of pitch-black bats surrounded her, swooped toward her, and overwhelmed her.

"Dorothy!" She heard someone calling from a distance, the deep voice was full of anxiety and urgency, and then gradually drifted away until there was no more sound.

She looked back and found that the station was back on the island.

"Dorothy? Dorothy!" Billy's anxious voice echoed in her ears.

Wrapped in the cocooned sheets, he struggled to jump up and pounced on him, came out and shook Dorothy awake by pressing his shoulders.

"Are you calling me?"

Billy nodded, "Yes."

Dorothy recalled that voice in confusion, and she felt that the voice in her head was deeper, deeper than little Billy's hoarse milk voice.

Forget it, maybe she got it wrong.

"Huh?" It took Dorothy a while to recover. She bent down to pick up the diary that fell to the floor, and patted the ashes under her arm.

Billy has released himself from the dumpling state.

Little Cutie Billy had lingering fears: "It's too scary, you just looked like Superman after being brain-controlled."

The most important problem is that, Billy thought desperately, he could hit Da Chao in the face without any burden, but he couldn't hit Dorothy at all!

Little Dorothy clutched her forehead and said, "I'm fine."

"Batman is so fierce."

Billy couldn't figure out what to say without beginning and ending.

Batman must have turned into a bat to scare her, and Dorothy decided to go back and smoke Alfred the Cat again.

The game prompt sounded suddenly: "The copy progress has been advanced."

Dorothy paused, and it seemed that she was going in the right direction.She shook her dizzy head and glanced at Billy.

"Did you hear anything?" Dorothy asked Billy, straightening up. "It wasn't the waves and the wind."

"Is there any sound?" Billy looked blank,

"That may be because I heard it wrong." Dorothy casually opened it, and it seemed that Billy could only receive part of the game's information.

Dorothy flattened the note, folded it, and put it in the diary, and put it in her pocket.

The witty and brave Dorothy cracked the key: "It seems that the treasure of the copy is hidden in the old bottle."

She made a final decision: "Go and find the drifting bottle."

"Wow!" Billy jumped up suddenly.

Just now he tilted his head back, and his head hit the rock again.Simply this time it was just a moment of pain.

Billy hugged his head and rubbed it, and almost cried again. Seeing Dorothy looking over, he hastened to support himself.

The dungeon will have a great spiritual impact, and it will precisely hit the fragile places in the heart, and Dorothy understands this.

But Billy, who was not very clear about this, changed the subject abruptly: "What's the matter with your hair? Is it a spell?"

The wizard Shazam selectively forgot his strange spells.

Dorothy told him it was a prop, and briefly explained why she went down to find the drift bottle.

"Everything that makes sense has an internal logic."

"Even seemingly disparate things, there is some kind of connection." The good teacher and servant began to teach again.

"Like gravity and Batman."

When it came to the latter, Dorothy's little voice changed its tune, biting out the accent fiercely.

Billy:? ? ?

"When you step on the earth, you have to accept the law of gravity and fall down. When you step into Gotham, you have to accept Batman's rules and get out!"

Billy who smuggled into Gotham: I feel that Dorothy's words are super reasonable.

When it comes to gravity, her mind diverges to flying, and when it comes to flying, she thinks of Superman, Batplane, and the confiscated hang glider.

There is always a dream of flying in the hearts of land people.

"My brother told me not long ago that I can't own a Batplane." She held her small chin, and the glass smashed on the rock, that was the sound of a dream shattering.

Of course, it is also inseparable from the central character - Batman.

"Batman is super fierce," Dorothy found that every time she met Batman, nothing good happened, and she wanted to complain endlessly.

Dorothy, who was frightened again, couldn't take it anymore: "Batman will stand by the bed and watch."

"And poke you in the forehead with a bat dart."

She also has a dream to stab him with a bat dart, but unfortunately the bat dart is missing.

But Dorothy had no idea that the dart she wanted was in the hands of the person in front of her.

"It's obvious that the Wayne family is very rich." Billy asked puzzled.Bruce Wayne has always been a media darling, a billionaire, and even he knows it.

Besides... Isn't Batman being funded by Mr. Wayne?Mr. Wayne even feeds the Justice League!

As one of the superheroes to be supported, Shazam felt guilty for a while at the thought of sky-high battle losses.

Dorothy murmured to herself, but my brothers are poor, and little Dorothy has four brothers to support.

"But I'm poor."

According to the cosmic truth of "the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation", little Dorothy, who knows magic and cannot do without technology, is Schrödinger's rich man.

There's nothing wrong with that.

In Billy Batson's mind, two kinds of guesses, the rich and powerful dog-blood drama and the Justice League's poor Wayne, swiped the screen alternately.

Dorothy thought Billy was looking at her in a strange way.

Really poor little Billy said stubbornly: "I can fly."

He blinked and punched, posing for takeoff.

"When I go out, I can transform into Shazam. You sit on the chair, and I can hold the chair and take you flying."

Dorothy regained her spirits and clapped her hands in praise: "Cool!"

"Then we went to chase the Batplane." Dorothy recovered from the listless state, and began to think about the future, "then an acceleration and overtook him in front of him."

After complaining about Batman, it's time to get down to business.

"Go find the drift bottle."

Dorothy, who is super confident in her ability to hide and find things, rolled up her sleeves: "GO!"

"I can still help with finding the bottle." Billy pulled the sheet over his shoulders to keep out the wind.

"I'm super good at finding things."

Billy, who rummaged through the corners of Gotham and found a lot of souvenirs, was also full of confidence.

With a firm gaze, Billy swallowed to pretend to be calm: "Don't worry, Dorothy."

Puzzled, Dorothy turned and stared at him.

Billy blurted out in a panic: "Cough, I'll feed you with an old bottle."