[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"This is murder!"

"A premeditated murder!"

Jason looked down at Dorothy who was clutching her legs, "Well, please tell me who is behind this murder."

Dorothy was like an octopus, catching and refusing to let go, and said every word: "It's such a boring life!"

Dorothy raised her small cheeks, trying to impress the temporary guardian with her large, watery eyes.

Yes, forced by life, Lian Niao brothers’ shifts are now on a rotation system, changing shifts 24 hours a day, nervous like rabbits guarding carrots in the weird atmosphere of the storm.

Frequent activations on a small scale in the other world are not a good sign.

Jason held the tray, stood on the floor just a few steps away from the final destination table, and sighed.

He didn't know if this boring life would lead to a murder, but he took the burden of life so completely that he couldn't move a step.

"Listen to me, if this dish is not brought to the table it will be a real murder, a murder of hunger!"

He picked up Dorothy by the back collar, and lifted her up like a kitten, and put her together in the small dining room that was separated.

The tray was on the table, Dorothy was on the chair, everything was perfectly in place.

In the anxious atmosphere where the storm is coming, Dorothy seems to be in the center of the storm, but is covered by the man-made quiet atmosphere.

"I'm going to be killed by boredom." Dorothy propped her chin, holding a small fork to poke the limp bacon, and the burnt smell lingered on the dining table.

Jason handed her milk and asked, "Homework?"

"It's done, I even counted how many words I wrote."

"What about cartoons?"

"...you disconnected the net!"

Jason didn't change his face, he looked good for Dorothy's beautiful eyes: "Oh, it must be because you have been playing with your phone for too long."

Jason pulled the chair away and sat opposite, let out a soft snort gloating: "Batman's dinner today is a hard sandwich."

"Compared with your eyes, Dorothy," he added slowly, "do you think life is so beautiful?"

"You even have airlifted cookies after dinner." That was the precise feeding from the old housekeeper.

Dorothy looked at the delicious meal in front of her, and the dessert that was about to be eaten, and suddenly felt relieved.

But at the thought of the building, she began to wilt again.She has to find a way to work hard to earn money to buy it.

The Green Arrow, who healed his wounds and looked after the child, was sent away, and the green department next door also disappeared.

In special times, it is not allowed to fight alone.

She took a bite of the croissant bag and thought about it: "Then can I join the Teen Titans?"

Teamwork always works, right?Stabilize first, then sneak away halfway.

Damian, who grabbed the window sill and jumped in, answered her: "No."

His tone was sonorous and forceful, and his attitude was extremely firm, as if he could make a decision.

Damian turned over, plopped|| sat on the chair, and raised his chin at Jason who was beside him.

"Which word from the Teen Titans you don't know? Todd, tell her about the meaning of 'teen'."

Robin, who just got off work, launched a taunting attack on the short-legged little man without hesitation: "I think the birthday gift you need is a big dictionary."

No kindred spirit at all.

Dorothy's little face was wrinkled, and she waved her fork: "Why do you have the final say?"

"Because I have the final say."

Jason interjected: "I didn't expect that it wasn't enough for you to kick Xiaohong from Robin's position, and you also tried to kick him out of Teen Titans."

The reality is that Red Robin is the leader of the Teen Titans, but he probably won't be around for long.Pay attention to the word "juvenile" after all, although with Tim's handsome face and slender frame, he has almost twice as many superficial teenagers as others.

But now the problem is not with Xiaohong, but with the devil boy in front of him.

Jason Shiran said: "But it's true, with the little devil's growth rate, he can stay in Teen Titans for another 20 years."

He cut a piece of lamb chops, and rolled his eyes by the way: "Isn't he the one who decides from now on?"

At the dining table of Wayne's house, no one could have a safe and secure meal, and would like to cram eight hundred accidents into the time of a meal.

The near-misses between brothers are of course not counted among them, and fists that are not hit on the body are not counted as beatings, at most they are considered as attempted provocations.

Black|gang violence||chaotic.

Gotham gangsters have been extremely restless recently, but Arkham is nothing serious.

Jason jumped into the bedroom, and when he came out, he had already changed into the red hood uniform and pressed the space transmission device.

The space teleportation device was successfully transformed by the steel frame by borrowing Darkseid's mother box, but it can only be teleported at a fixed point, and the location is set in Gotham's safe house by the red hood.

The latest technology products, of course, also means that it may be a little unstable, but it is not a big problem.Red Hood didn't even give the shiny-eyed Arsenal a chance to touch it.

The light suddenly turned on, and the red hood stood on the small technology circle.Before the figure disappeared, he said: "I am better than you in one thing, I have long since stopped working for Batman, right, Batboy?"

Dorothy waved goodbye to Red Hood and turned her head: "Did you kick Batman?"

Damian turned his gaze to Dorothy, but said nothing.

Seeing Damian's performance, Dorothy understood.

Dorothy is persuasive: "Don't give Batman a chance to fire you, Robin, you can dump him first, once and for all!"

"Eat your meal." He stuffed a spoon into his mouth, then glared back under Dorothy's stern gaze.

Dorothy, who had gradually become a Buddha in the process of passive self-cultivation, couldn't bear it anymore, and she pouted and blew.

At this time, Damian threw a small cube into her arms and explained to Dorothy who was puzzled: "You can think of it as...mobile WIFI."

Dorothy's eyes lit up, and she began to swipe her phone.

Gotham news still occupies half of the sky, and Dorothy always pays attention to Gotham subconsciously. She scrolls down bit by bit, and stops for a moment on a news broadcast about Wayne Group—"Wayne Group Has Been Undertaken by All the Battle Damage Caused by the Clown's Escape from Prison".

It was a big project, thought Dorothy, who remembered the explosion caused by the clown.

"Sure enough," Dorothy folded her hands into a tower shape and put them under her chin, "Idols pay for what fans do."

And the little assistant of Gotham's "idol" glanced at her inexplicably.

In the watchtower, Batman finished his cold and tasteless sandwich, and the only taste was the out-of-season dessert provided by the watchtower ice cream machine.

After all, the price/performance ratio of snatching Oreo from Martian Manhunter is really not high.

He held a book in his hand, a book used as a table foot in the reading room of the Hall of Justice.

After wiping it clean, the bright golden tone of the whole body dazzles the eyes. One can tell at a glance that this is definitely not a dark style.So here comes the question, where did Batman's signature under the recommendation on the title page come from?

Or it can't be called a signature, it's just a rubbing, but the handwriting is indeed Batman's.

This one, in particular, has an exaggerated typography for the title, "Ray of Light: The Story of the Golden Pioneer," filled with unashamedly boastful braggadocio.

Batman ignored those fancy modifiers and accurately extracted effective information:

The Golden Vanguard, a time traveler from the 25th century, a superhero, and a member of the Justice League.Ability happens to be related to time. My mission is to eliminate the abnormal timeline, and my base is called vanishing point.

At the same time, Batman's blindness, aesthetic abnormalities, etc. must be ruled out.

The handwriting is real, but it does not mean that the signature on this book is also real.Assuming he was indeed a member of the Justice League, it would not be too difficult to get a copy of Batman's signed document and make a private rubbing.

——It’s just that no one has time to panic.

This is further proof that there was definitely a major global — even universal — world crisis five years ago that involved Dorothy, and a host of time-related superheroes.Now, they have the hope of returning.

In this way, it may be necessary to change the way of thinking. This time, the world is not making a comeback, but... the war five years ago has not yet ended.They have been in this crisis, but the people who stayed in the watch world had their memories modified, and they knew nothing about it.

The crisis was in a latent state, but now, once again, it showed its true colors.

This feeling made Batman very uncomfortable.

The creditable heroes defied all odds, and after temporarily saving the world, the timeline shifted, which was presumably the price of preventing the destruction of the universe.And now, all they have to do is get ready and really save the world.

The inner world affects the multiverse that exists in the outer world.

This is not the crisis coming again, but the continuation of the battle, or an unprecedented turning point, he squinted his eyes.

Batman looked at the chattering Green Lantern on the opposite side, and the news he brought confirmed this.

In the meeting room, Green Lantern was sitting on a chair, with his arms resting on his pillow, his feet resting on the edge of the round conference table, thinking: "Lend me a credit card, help me pay off the rent in arrears, and help me bring Takeaway, assists when picking up girls..."

"Is there any other valuable information?"

"Aren't these valuable enough?" Green Lantern widened his eyes and put his legs off the table, "Okay, okay."

Holding his chin, he added: "It also caused me to fall off the bed."

"Let's get it all over my head on the way out, so I knock my head off the floor again trying not to run into Arrow with a broken leg."

When the Green Lantern went downstairs, he happened to run into the limping Green Arrow. The Lantern, who was out of his mind, almost ran into him when he came out of the corner. Thanks to the voice of the pilot, he was agile and evaded with a slip, and his center of gravity was unstable. The next one slipped and fell hard.

Provoking a laugh from the Green Arrow.

But because of this, Lanternman knew that the next door to him was Batman's cubs, a whole litter.

"Valuable." Batman paused every word, staring at Lanternman with disapproving eyes.

However, Green Lantern is not afraid of Batman's death light at all. He doesn't care, and even jokes: "Old Bat, if you have a sense of humor, your little ones won't run away from home."

"Oh, yes," Green Lantern screamed, speaking rapidly, "he's a very fast man."

"Fast as light! Yes, that's it."

When the speed of light reaches a certain level, time can be broken through, which confirms Batman's argument.

Speaking of humor, though.

"Think about it," Batman rubbed the spine of the book, and glanced at him. "Maybe he just realized that he made friends carelessly and escaped overnight."

Batman even cracked a little laugh, stiff as a novice sculptor in the art room: "You might as well open a bottle of champagne to celebrate your friend's escape from the clutches of his life."

Hal's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and he jumped off the chair all of a sudden: "What kind of sense of humor is this?"

He who has never been afraid of Batman shuddered: "I seem to see the clown politely formulating a battle plan."

Batman's sense of humor failed flawlessly, and Batman's pursed lips conveyed a signal of displeasure.

He took a fixed look at Green Lantern, turned around and left with his cape raised: "Look at the next door."

"Why the hell should I babysit for you?" Green Lantern folded his arms, "I'd rather beat up a dozen yellow lights."

The landlord, Batman, put it succinctly: "Because that building is mine."

Green Lantern only has enough in his wallet to pay a month's worth of cheap rent that's well below average, which, by the way, is in his second month.But Green Lantern is still in arrears, and he doesn't have a penny in his pocket.

The exceptionally low rent means that liquidated damages are also exorbitantly low.

Batman can even use his pocket money to pay liquidated damages and get Green Lantern out of the house.The implication is that Green Lantern, who has long been blacklisted for renting a house and has no one to help him, probably really wants to sleep on the street.

Very good, justified, this kind of capitalist's undisguised threat of interests made Green Lantern heartbroken.

"Rent-free?"

"make a deal."

But Green Lantern still didn't give up, and desperately jumped on Batman's bottom line: "I heard from Firestorm that you asked him to turn the chocolate into a toy batarang, and tied two fan bows along the way."

Batman glanced down at the communicator, then turned to glance at him again: "Quiet."

Green Lantern was not convinced: "Why?"

Batman pressed the communicator and put it back with his backhand. A note appeared on the read information, it was Red Robin.

"Because this is my tower."