[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

What happened five years ago?

The erased timeline, the modified memory, Dorothy involved in the other world... The revealed truth turned into a new round of mysteries and hovered in Bruce's mind again. When he revealed a secret, the following always A deeper mystery is hidden.

He peeled off the clues bit by bit to find the above facts, and then carefully explored the cause and effect of this phenomenon, tracing the source.

As if the game had been modified, everyone had their memories modified without even knowing it, and even their physical traces were erased.

The images that entered his mind were distorted and blurred, and these messages flickered and poured in brokenly, but they provided Bruce with new ideas.

He stood on the top of the building and watched Gotham, overlooking everything he guarded, his Gotham.

But... Is there something overlooking him, like a god overlooking the world.Batman doesn't like this metaphor, he never thought there would be gods in the world.

Bruce glanced past the clock and turned to the entrance of the Batcave. There was a metallic luminescence across the pipe leading directly to the Batcave, matching his cobalt blue eyes that were sharp enough to pierce the mystery.

"Follow your instincts," he said to himself.

The best detective is not in discovering something new, but in .Intuition is sometimes the most critical element in solving mysteries.

Things that are taken for granted are the easiest to ignore, and the darkness under the lights is the most confusing.

He put his hand down from the clock, and the small copper mirror on the bookcase reflected the man's face.

That's Bruce Wayne's handsome face, Gotham Baby never stingy with showing it in front of the camera, but now, the high nose and deep eyes are hidden in the shadows.

He's Bruce Wayne, and he's also Batman.

The instructions for one of the Batcave entrances have survived, no matter how other password instructions evolve, fingerprints, DNA, iris verification...

The oldest and longest ciphers remain unchanged.

Wayne's ancestors came to the city two centuries ago and they founded Gotham.

The surname Wayne has never been separated from Gotham. Wayne's ancestors created Gotham, and Gotham shaped Wayne.

Brothers Solomon and Joshua Wayne bought the mansion in 1855, and the Wayne estate has been passed down ever since.

What outsiders don't know is that a huge cave system sleeps here, inhabited by hundreds of bats, hiding in cold, dark corners.It was later transformed into Batman's Cave.

There are huge photos hanging on the wall, and the young Bruce is surrounded by Thomas and Martha, and the three of them are smiling outwards.

Bruce's eyes climbed up to their faces, and they caressed them carefully.

"boom--"

"boom--"

One robbery, two gunshots, accompanied by the crackling sound of a torn pearl necklace falling to the ground.

Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne collapsed in front of young Bruce.Winding blood splattered all over the ground, staining his hands.

Just for a string of pearls.A family is broken.

The new Gotham project hosted by the Wayne couple also came to an abrupt end.Gotham is sinking in silence day by day.

When Bruce was a child, unable to even bring down an emaciated adult, he could only commit suicide with vengeful rage and impotent pathos.

He climbed up to the roof and stood on the edge, frightening the old butler almost fainted, getting close to the hot flames to overcome his fear of fire, going deep into the bat cave surrounded by nightmarish darkness and swarms of bats, and swimming into the swimming pool to practice holding his breath.

"I'm fighting fear."

Bruce, who had lost his parents, was found by the old housekeeper and held him in his arms. He bit his lip and was so choked that he could hardly speak.

"I can save them." He trembled.

"No, Master Bruce," the old butler suppressed the grief in his heart and comforted him softly, "This was never your fault."

"You're just a kid."

The helpless child cried bitterly in the butler's arms.

From that night when the gun went off, Bruce had become Batman at heart.

"I will be fear itself, and defeat my enemies with the fear in their hearts."

Bruce has spent many years traveling around the world, studying in various places and learning from teachers. Then, the Gotham Knights descended into the night with the posture of a guardian.

Tough and determined to pull Gotham out of the quagmire.

Don't kill people, don't use guns, this is the bottom line Batman has drawn for himself, which is both restraint and protection.

He will definitely not be assimilated by the shadow of Gotham.

Bruce Wayne's mind drifted away from the memory, and he cracked a smile at his smiling parents.

Then, he walked to the desk, pulled the chair away, bent down and took out a box from the hidden compartment under the desk.

Gently twist the top with your fingertips a few times, and with a slight "click" sound, the lid lifts off.

On the black velvet lay a lot of pearls.

He'd spent hours traversing Gotham's sewer network in search of stray pearls.Later, Damian also got into the sewer many times, and quietly sent the bitter one.

However, there is still one.

"It's one drop away from the beginning."

I searched all over Gotham to no avail.This pearl is like casting an invisibility spell.But Bruce usually has a kind of trance illusion that they should be together.

Now he understands.

He moved closer to the Batcave, grabbed the pipe and slid down.

The darkness ambushed in the corner, and the startled swarm of bats whizzed by, covering the sight, and then landed on both feet.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.Sure enough, this scene merged with the flashing picture in my mind.In the picture, he is anxiously chasing and calling, and the bats block his sight.

"Jason," he linked Jason's comm.

"I want to know, what information about the Batcave did you... tell Dorothy?"

Before the sensitive adopted son blew up his hair like a hedgehog to defend himself, he quickly finished: "I'm not doubting you. I just want to get a proof."

"Have you... In a certain period of time, have you taken her out frequently?"

Red Hood thought hard for a while, trying to put the corresponding memory fragments together in the corresponding position, and embedded them into a whole piece.

"Old man, I admit that I took her out sneaking out."

Red Hood vaguely recalled the days when Dorothy was pestering him to go out to play.He sneaks out and takes Dorothy out for chili dogs.

Communications cut off.

"Bala—" the locomotive stopped.

His tone was grumpy: "What are you doing?"

Red Hood put down the motorcycle, stepped down in big strides, anxiously wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket, but only took out a lump of sugar.

He stared bitterly at the candy in his hand for a while, then stuffed it into his mouth resignedly.

In the Batcave, Bruce sighed: "That one is in Dorothy's hands."

Everything is connected.

At that time, Batman, always busy with his vigilante career, came and went in a hurry, and there was no time for sex.Especially during the time when the world was fluctuating abnormally, he probably lived in the Justice League.

Little Dorothy was thrown into the care of Jason, who was going to be Robin, and he couldn't stay with her all day.Alfred comforts her by telling stories about the boys he raised in his care.

He knew Alfred, he would do it.

Little Dorothy was keenly aware of something, and planned to find the remaining two pearls as a surprise for Bruce.

She's smart, smart as hell, and she can deduce everything from a little detail.This is just the beginning of the tragedy.

When she finds only one, something happens to Jason.

"Jason's not dead!" He remembered the words that always woke him up in his sleep, the crying voice, and Bruce found the source.

That was the matter of Dorothy patting on his lap with tears and refusing to let go, asking Jason over and over again.

She didn't accept the sudden accident, she was going to find Jason, so Bruce took her to see the cemetery.

And this scene was exactly what Jason saw in the trance, which made him understand the strange feeling.

In the days following Jason's... death, Wayne Mansion had been haunted by an atmosphere of mournful gloom.And Batman started more and more violent, gradually out of control.

He vividly remembers the day Batman and Nightwing fought outside Jason's room.

"Get out!"

Under the rage, Batman lost his mind, and he vented his anger and madness towards his son who was also covered in bruises.

The forgotten Dorothy hid behind the door and saw everything, the tragic everything.

She may have been suspicious, but the information revealed in this fight told her the truth.

Bruce Wayne is Batman.But Batman failed to protect his adopted son and assistant. He left his young daughter at home alone, drove his eldest son out of the house, and made a mess of the family.

Then, she followed the clues to the Batcave.

When a person has a deep understanding of another person, he will also keep his behavior habits in mind, so that he can predict and predict other behaviors of the other person.

Little Dorothy knew Bruce quite well.

So she found the entrance to the Batcave.And the password is the moment when the father died and the mother died, which changed Bruce's life and Batman was born.

It was there that she stepped into the other world.

When Batman came back to the Batcave, he was late again.

It was not only the Lazarus spring that saved Jason, but also the other world, into which his soul was drawn.After Dorothy is involved, the memory is modified and the timeline is changed.

After Jason was resurrected, he climbed out of the coffin and wandered the streets of Gotham persistently. Lost, he refused to leave and was looking for Dorothy and his incomplete soul until the League of Assassins found out. He threw him into the Lazarus Pool.

Unquenchable rage and elusive guidance lead Jason back to Gotham as the Red Hood.

"Dorothy must have discovered something else. Quite... important, and related to the world." It was based on this that she stepped into the Batcave.

He inevitably remembered other details.One of Dorothy's bows.

After Dorothy came home, Dick, who hardly thought of anything, turned the house upside down and found a small storage box in a hidden corner of the attic storage room.

Open the cover, there are strange-shaped hairpins, colorful satin, needlework, glue...and a pair of small scissors.

It's an item for little girls.

Excited Dick said with certainty: "This is definitely a sewing box for Little Wings."

Only little wings sewed, and he sewed the little wings on top of Dorothy's head!

Jason, who was forced to come over, interrupted his chatter impatiently, and glanced at the items in the box with disgust.

"No, I'm not going to buy this dead Barbie pink and blinding bright blue."

All he buys are gouache, blue powder, leather powder, warm powder, gold powder... How about this cute, lively, simple and atmospheric color tone?

But Nightwing still insisted that it was definitely Jason's, because no one else could take a needle.

Jason reached into the box, holding a corner of a semi-finished bowknot hairpin, holding it in front of his eyes with a look of disgust on his face: "The glue is overflowing, such a crudely made thing is definitely not my craftsmanship."

A crumpled note fell out of the folder, and Jason raised his hand to hold it, and read every word with a strange expression: "To the cutest little Alice—our little princess Dorothy."

It's Dick's handwriting.

"My God," Jason laughed out of breath, "So you secretly hid and sewed this thing."

"Tsk, it's ugly."

The flushed Nightwing looked like he was trying to find a crack in the ground.

But anyway, it was a fond memory of him and Dorothy. Ye Yi snatched the box and hid it like a baby again.

Jason later shared the incident as a joke with family members: "I guess, the mother bird may be looking for a picture of him flying with Dorothy, oh, hold it high."

The angry Dickie turned his head and taunted Tim and Damian, who were not in Wayne's house at the time, and was beaten up by the rare two together.

Coincidentally, Bruce had once glimpsed a bow next to Dorothy's pillow, one so ugly it was ingenious.

The eye-catching thing is that the color scheme is so ugly that people can't bear to look directly at it.But Dorothy, who controls the face, refused to lose it, and said it was very important.

But at the same time, he never saw Dorothy wearing it on her head.

There are also carrot seeds, Alfred will replace them with new ones on time, only carrot seeds he never throws away.

And Dorothy grows only carrots.

Memories are modified and traces are erased.But some specific items have been preserved, like the graffiti family portrait hidden under the wall, like the little habit of carrying things around for no reason, like the Batcave password he kept...

He should have replaced the opening command for the Batcave, but he didn't.

Even with his memory lost, he's still looking forward to someone popping up as if gone.

That was his way home.

Alice's identity was almost revealed, Batman thought calmly, he could test the Mad Hatter first.

Even if there was only a one in a million chance that Dorothy and Alice had no connection, he wouldn't be willing to gamble on re-involving Dorothy in the Underworld.

The photo can be concluded to be a family portrait, and he will urge Shazam more tomorrow.

His cobalt blue eyes were covered with something shiny: "I was too late to catch Dorothy."

At that time, the only resistance he could do was to leave the way home to wake up his future self.