[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Before Dorothy was ready for free fall, the "extreme sports enthusiasts" in Gotham decisively stabilized the situation.

When it was only a few feet away from the thorny castle, the little Pegasus turned around and rushed towards the sky. The extreme speed caused the flow to be extremely fast, and the high degree of vertigo made Dorothy almost dizzy, and almost let go of her hand.

After barely reaching the ground, Dorothy fell off the horse directly, and collapsed on the lawn, gasping for breath, feeling dizzy and vomiting at the same time.

"Oh my God," she said with lingering fear, and it took a while before she regained her senses, the whole cub was limp, "It's more exciting than a roller coaster, no, it's much more exciting."

Dorothy's reaction was the most violent, her little face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead after she was too dizzy.

She could feel her heart pounding, the feeling of falling into the void was only a negligible factor, and it was because she was afraid, afraid that everyone would fall into the trap due to her mistakes.It was just a little bit that they ran straight into each other, almost doomed...

Those sharp thorns still linger in her mind.

She felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar, and she fell into the trap...

Little Pegasus circled her nervously, leaning forward to rub Dorothy with its wet tongue from time to time.

"Baby, I'm fine." After trying a few times, she suppressed her trembling, raised her arms and stroked the little Pegasus with her hands.

Dick had Damien by the scruff of the neck, ignoring his struggles and dropped the youngest brother into the arms of the younger sister.Dick's beautiful blue eyes sparkled: "Dorothy, you should try to trust us, shouldn't you?"

"It's not a big deal, and it's not your fault. To be fair, it's the castle that suddenly appeared in front of us, and it's clearly touching the porcelain!" Dick keenly sensed that Dorothy's mood was wrong, and quickly switched to the mother bird mode , Familiar with it, "I saw a lot when I was a policeman. There are always some people who like to get under other people's cars."

Dorothy held the fluffy Damian so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

"You have to overcome this, especially when a crisis comes." Damian rarely struggled, with concern in his eyes, but he still didn't speak humanly, "Otherwise you can only see your bat fighter in your dreams. "

"Thank you, little D." Dorothy felt sincerely, she let go and stroked the rabbit in her arms, "But do you consider changing to another language art, I'm afraid you will be beaten."

"Interrupt your plan to try a parabola? It's unfortunate." Damian deliberately misinterpreted Dorothy's meaning, and took the opportunity to jump on the little girl's shoulder.

"Can she talk?" Seeing Dick next to him, Damian changed the subject and asked with interest, pointing at Little Pegasus.

"What are you trying to do?" Dorothy pouted suddenly alarmed. "Don't think about Millie, little D!"

Damian managed to distract the little girl, who seemed to be fine.I don't know which key switch was touched just now, the little girl was extremely depressed.

Seeing this, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and crossed the grass to find Jason who had jumped out in advance.He saw Jason heading towards the castle.

Damian glanced at Dick away from the corner of her eye, and changed into a comfortable position. A unique voice sounded in her ears: "It's a pity, it seems that it won't happen."

He did sound disappointed.

Damian has entered a period of voice change. Compared with the crisp little milk voice before, his voice is now a little deeper.Especially when he is putting on a show, there is also a slight husky tone mixed in.

It seems to be a little more mature this way.

—Damian was adamant that this was a harbinger of his growth.

"Talking rabbits are rare enough." Dorothy tidied up her clothes, and quickly got up from the grass on her elbows. "You can't expect everything to be as rare as you."

Damian was not in a hurry: "A castle that turns itself into a hedgehog is even more unusual."

They turned to look at the castle not far away.

The majestic and exquisite castle has an obvious Gothic style, with towering spires, long windows inlaid with stained glass shining brightly, exquisite and gorgeous carvings under the eaves, and a magnificent carved gate standing in the middle.

Ominous vines entwined all over the body, sharp poisonous thorns baring their teeth and claws, forming a strange balance with this romantic and childlike fairy tale city.

"Speaking of which, where's Little Wing? Wait! The door is open!" Before Dorothy finished speaking, she saw the door open quickly and silently.

The afterglow of the setting sun is gradually dyed layer by layer, and the chill is gradually rising.

Dorothy ignored Damian's cries and wrapped him in her arms.She fell into a strange state.

"I scouted around the castle." The magnetic voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling the unprepared Dorothy, and she turned her head sharply.

The tall man stood behind Dorothy like a statue, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the little girl holding the rabbit.

There was a smile in Jason's voice: "Are you trying to break your neck?"

"Uh," Dorothy looked up and blinked: "Where did you go just now?"

Jason was accidentally thrown out before landing, just next to the mysterious castle.He rolled and fell to the ground, swallowed a carrot stalk and turned back, and the little hopping wing disappeared with the disappearance of the rabbit form.

The handsome, handsome, mature and steady red hood nodded slightly: "There are no traps outside, if you touch those spikes, they will attack automatically."

"Be careful not to touch them." Red Hood was a little relieved that he kept to himself and passively fought back. No one likes to add a little difficulty to their tasks.

At that time, he threw a stone tentatively, and the poor stone was shattered into powder under the violent blow the moment it hit the wall.

Jason also noticed the opening of the castle, at least the passage was resolved.He put his hands in his pockets: "Hmm, so this is a great castle adventure to save the princess."

"Cut," said the devil boy's unflattering voice, "pretentious."

Jason didn't want to admit at all that the black rabbit who was making trouble, chirping and causing trouble was himself.He stood there coldly, not even looking at his little brother.

Dick, who had also recovered, appeared, leaned over and put his hands on Jason's shoulders, and greeted Damian with a smile.

Damian was silent for a while, and ordered: "Carrot stems."

Dorothy plucked her soft fur, and said reluctantly, "...how about waiting?"

Dick slapped the little brother mercilessly: "He likes it, he keeps pushing me up, even though he's been yelling at me to get the hell out of his place in the makeshift seat."

A touch of white in black and gray · Dickie Bird: Everyone is coveting my fluffy.

The honest Damian looks like he wants to kill his brother.

Damian was furious: "Quiet!"

He kicked his feet and tugged at Dorothy's loose hair: "I want it now."

"I said, now."

Dorothy let go of her hand regretfully, fulfilling the little cutie's wish.

Everything went smoothly on the way into the castle. After everyone passed through the open gate, the heavy carved gate suddenly closed.

Damian said calmly: "It's expected."

Yes, Dorothy thought, classic horror movies, and the surroundings confirmed it.

The light was extremely dim, and the closed door blocked the faint light, but it didn't affect Dorothy, as her five senses were excellent.The other three wore domino masks equipped with some high-tech gadgets, such as infrared night vision goggles.

The air was filled with a rotten and damp smell, and the smell of dust filled the nostrils. Under the blessing of an increasingly keen sense of smell, Dorothy's senses almost exploded.

Dorothy put her hand over her mouth and nose, and looked around.

This is the lobby on the first floor, and the original grandeur can be vaguely glimpsed from the ruins.

The walls are inlaid with a whole piece of carved oak that has long been mottled with moth-eaten marks, the alcoves are full of dust, and the scarlet carpet under the feet is broken into pieces, accumulating dirty stains.

The rotten furniture with strange shapes has lost its exquisite appearance, piled up like rotten fruits, and even scattered on the ground in fragments.The ceilings are damn high, and the chandeliers are rusty and crumbling, ready to fall in seconds.

The only things that seemed solid to Dorothy were the cobwebs on the beams and the vines that tangled around them.Those vines are more like the skeleton supporting the castle.

As they crossed the porch, the traces became more and more obvious. Everything that died young was fully presented before their eyes, and there were scars left by the fight everywhere.

Unidentified rust-red liquid was sprayed on the walls, and large swaths of moss grew darkly in the wet corners.

"Has there been a battle here?" Dorothy hesitated for a moment, following the others, subconsciously seeking affirmation.

"Obviously." Dick, crouching to probe the wall, gave Dorothy an encouraging smile.

"So, it's Sleeping Beauty?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

Dick straightened up and waved his hands to indicate that there were no clues: "The castle, it might be Beauty and the Beast."

Jason retorted, "Which eye do you see the beast in?"

But from his tense arms and the expression he looked around, it showed that he was extremely vigilant now, as if a giant beast would jump out of the darkness in the next second and beat him down.

"You can't say that, Little Wing," Dorothy interjected, calming down the atmosphere, "You still had a little fluffy problem just now!"

"It's kind of sad, I thought we were domesticated." The former Dicky rabbit carefully stepped over the vase fragments and pulled back the thick, dirty curtains.Only a few rays of light squeezed through the hideous vines outside and filtered through the window.But talk is better than nothing.

"Unfortunately, now he's free." Jason pointed, and Dick wisely shut up.Who is missing in the dungeon is now obvious.

Although Batman, who was left outside, almost turned Gotham upside down.

Dorothy was next to Damian, she tilted her head closer, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "Little Wing is having a temper tantrum."

"Cough!" Jason asked knowingly without looking sideways, "Dorothy, can your map help?"

"You know, this is a hidden map. It will only show the areas that we have clearly explored." Playing games also requires paying attention to basic laws.

Dorothy spread her hands, she paused for a moment and then said, "Wait, it's indeed Sleeping Beauty."

"The narrator revealed."

Dick and Jason were exploring the way ahead, and after Damian stopped, they kept Dorothy firmly in the middle.

There are many rooms in the castle, and the corridors are dark and narrow.Time was running out, and everyone split into three groups. Nightwing and Red Hood went to the more dangerous third, fourth, and fifth floors, while Damian and Dorothy were in charge of the remaining areas on the first floor and the second floor.

We agreed to meet in the lobby on the first floor in one hour.

At the corner of the staircase leading to the side, the creaking floorboards masked strange noises.

"Be careful!" Dorothy suddenly felt that something was wrong in the middle of walking, she subconsciously exclaimed, and immediately hid to the side with her head in her arms.

Three sharp arrows flew over her head like lightning, with tricky angles, almost piercing her.

The arrow shot out from the opposite wall.

Damian took the first step, grabbed the arrow and looked at it, his face was gloomy: "It's made of spikes similar to the vines outside, and it's poisonous."

It is obviously a hand-made tool, using local materials. The material is extremely new, and the workmanship is a little rough. After the wooden arrow body is cut off, there is even a little water left.Fresh enough, but not great for a weapon.

It was obvious that the producer was pressed for time and faced with a crisis, he didn't even have time to dry it.

"There are people hiding in this castle."

Dorothy's eyes lit up: "Could it be Tibbo?"

Damian frowned: "Not sure."

Maybe it's the red Robin who can't protect himself, or maybe it's the enemy hiding in the dark-the person who trapped the red Robin.There might even be a delirious Red Robin.But now, there are too few clues.They cannot let their guard down.

— After all, the weak Sleeping Beauty is lying somewhere waiting for the prince's kiss.

Damian frowned, and stared at Dorothy with green eyes, hiding worry: "You have to strengthen your combat training, if you insist on wandering in dangerous places."

"I've never missed a shot," Dorothy retorted as she stooped forward, "and I'm also assisted by skills and props."

"Oh, then you've just changed from a rookie to a flamboyant rookie." Damian's language skills are still all over the place.Obviously caring, the result is full of provocations.

Dorothy, who was too familiar with him, rolled her eyes angrily and didn't want to talk to him.

"Although your strength is not very good, your vision and luck are not bad."

Dorothy squinted her eyes, and she swore Damian was going to say—

"Because you met me," Damian raised his delicate chin, "a great warrior and an excellent mentor in the future."

"If I become Batman, I can consider you as my Robin."

Well, you guessed it.

Dorothy turned around: "Let's wait until you succeed in usurping the throne."

She's not an errand servant.