[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The lamp casts a soft milky glow, framing Dorothy's lovely silhouette.

After finishing the video call initiated by Little Al, Dorothy stretched her waist and stretched her arms.

It's diary time again.

On the shelf, books are piled up to the brim, and the spines of the books are neatly and orderly exposed, while the pink toy bat darts are tied with bows and hung on the side as decorations.

Dorothy had a diary spread out in front of her. She was holding on to the last page and refused to start writing. The pink watercolor pen that came with the diary stopped in midair.

Flipping forward, the previously blank pages were filled with gouache handwriting, and occasionally one or two abstract paintings of unknown meaning appeared.

It's like looking back in time, from graceful and elegant to fun and childish, carrying Dorothy's little life.

Putting it back on the shelf can pretend to be a Dorothy biography.

In fact, it already is.

Dorothy rested her chin on one hand: "Although it sounds a little strange, it is true."

This is a very strange diary.

Only the matching pink watercolor pen left a blot and survived, all other types were rejected and faded away after a few days.After several inexplicable diary disappearances, Dorothy has a good habit of holding a pink watercolor pen as soon as she opens the diary.

After many years, this lovely watercolor pen is still as good as new, and the ink is smooth and smooth, which can be regarded as a model of conscience in the stationery industry.

"Since a piece of parchment can hold a two-dimensional world, then I am very interested in you."

She held the pen and buried herself in the last page.

But the situation is a bit unexpected.

"A gaudy carved key." Jason looked at it carefully and judged.

The key floating in mid-air is exuding colorful light that blinds people's eyes.

"Listen to me, you can't learn everything from Dickie Bird, especially aesthetics." Jason showed a toothache-like expression, and said in a sad tone, "Not all acts of overturning the palette are called art."

Dorothy was noncommittal, she thought Dick was a bit artistic.

Of course, so is she.

Billy concluded: "This is no ordinary key."

Jason rubbed his forehead: "...Obviously, ordinary keys can't fly."

"Or is it that those Lantern Warriors are fed up with the monotonous lantern ring and plan to change to a weapon form?"

"In fact, it's my diary, it used to be." Sitting beside her, Dorothy added, wearing a jumper, and she was tugging at the hem of it once and for all. "That's what I did when I finished writing the diary."

She described the matter of Black Adam to Red Hood, who was absent before, and then continued: "There are no special effects, no flashes, and in just a blink of an eye, the book becomes a key."

There was regret in her tone: "To be honest, I'm quite reluctant."

But what should come will come, and Dorothy has long been mentally prepared, and soon broke free from her depression.

Billy poked it with his hand, turned his head and asked, "Like Transformers?"

Dorothy nodded: "It's like eating a carrot and turning into a rabbit."

The two of them had a lively discussion about which metaphor was more appropriate.

Jason who was left aside: ...

"The item description says it's the key to open the box." Dorothy spread her palms, and the key flew back, lying obediently in her palm.

"Damn it," Red Hood said, letting his left leg fall from his right knee, and he moved his arm a little uneasily. "This reminds me of a Pandora's box of bad luck."

"Excuse me," Billy raised his hand, with a sincere expression, holding the chubby bat doll in his arms, "Why not Dorothy's box?"

Dorothy agreed, also holding a doll in her arms: "I agree with Billy."

Jason took a deep look at the two people who were together, and folded their arms.

"Then next question, where is the box?"

She took out a bunch of jigsaw pieces, and assembled a jigsaw board under the eyes of others, and it was obvious that there was a blank piece in the lower right corner.

"I guess it's this."

"Because on the surface, both of them are starting equipment and seem the most useless, not a pair is unreasonable." But from the perspective of type, the diary and the puzzle are of course not related.

However, the diary has nothing to do with the key at all.

"When all the pieces of the puzzle are in place, it may turn into a box like the diary, as described in the description."

"It's one piece away," Jason was lost in thought, he said to himself, stroking his jeans with his fingertips: "Where will the last piece of the puzzle be hidden?"

Dorothy interrupted his thoughts suddenly: "I think I know where it is, the game told us already."

Billy and Jason looked at her at the same time, and said in unison, "What?"

She took out the two amusement park experience coupons that she brought out as a customs clearance reward from her pocket, and she could re-enter the amusement park with them.

Red Hood was impressed by the so-called Gotham Amusement Park, he frowned: "In the amusement park?"

"No, in Fairy Tale City." She smiled.

Gotham Amusement Park is the entrance to Fairy Tale City, only there you can get [Fairy Tale City Invitation Letter] and enter Fairy Tale City.

"One more question," Jason said suddenly. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Dorothy. "How will the two places be divided?"

He was a little eager to try.

Dorothy responded briskly: "No, there is only one place. Anyway, I will definitely be there."

Billy and Jason looked at each other.

It seems that the Wayne family needs another round of friendly negotiations.

*****

Nine o'clock at night, Dorothy's bedroom.

"Bang bang bang" the window rang three times.

"Who? Damien?" Dorothy stepped forward and lifted the curtains. "Uh, what's the matter, Billy?"

Behind the window was Billy, his face almost pressed against the pane.

While talking, she opened the window, let the little friend in, and closed the window.

Billy looked a little embarrassed, as if he lost his tongue in the process of opening the window, and it took him a long time to choke out: "The weather is fine today."

However, it was pitch black outside the window, and there was not even a trace of light.

Dorothy crossed her arms and said in surprise, "...Are you serious?"

"No, no, no, I mean... that... that's..." His eyes wandered, staring at the silver stars on the ceiling, his mind went blank.

It was always like this, every time he came to the door, he always retreated subconsciously and withdrew to a safe zone.He was afraid of being rejected, and worried about the future.

He remembered the earnest teaching of Green Lantern-"The history of mankind is a hymn of courage, and man himself is glued together by bravery."

Dorothy was still bewildered.

Billy: "Do you remember when you drove the Batmobile?"

Dorothy nodded.

That night Dorothy said mysteriously that she would take him for a ride, and when she went to the place, she found that Dorothy had stolen the Batmobile.

"Life has to be crazy." Dorothy sighed. "Before this time, I didn't think I could really steal the car under Batman's eyes."

Then they went crazy, and the two boys who drove all night completely experienced the madness of Batman.

Now, Billy is going to go crazy too.

With his hands clasped behind his back and twisted nervously out of Dorothy's sight, he plucked up his courage, closed his eyes, and cried:

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Dorothy didn't make a sound, the air became silent, and Billy's heart sank little by little.

He had a sore nose without warning, and wanted to raise his head and pretend to say that he would continue to work hard, and that a blow was nothing.

"Okay."

Billy looked up sharply, his same blue eyes full of surprise.

He stumbled and almost screamed, "What?"

"I mean of course, have you changed your mind again?" said Dorothy.

He waved his hands again and again, almost tripping himself: "No, no, no, I'm just too excited."

"Actually, I'm a little surprised too." She blinked.

On weekdays, the little girl's popularity is unbelievable, and no one around doesn't like her.Billy never revealed his feelings, so she didn't think about the topic of love.

But when Billy spoke, Dorothy felt as if she didn't hate it, so she obeyed her heart.

They've been having fun together, haven't they?

"However, I've never been in love." Dorothy spread her hands, and to be honest, it felt a little novel.

"Neither have I," said Billy, already overwhelmed with excitement. "Maybe we can try it."

Billy raised his hand tentatively: "How about holding hands first?"

He approached slowly, touching Dorothy's wrist with his fingertips.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, the door was unlocked, and Jason pushed the door open.

"Foo made some cookies—wait, what are you guys doing?"

The two sat in front of the desk, their two little heads together, but Billy lowered his head and wanted to get into the paper to accompany Black Adam.

Jason pulled on his slippers and held a plate with cookies in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them.

His weird and keen intuition was warning, and he vaguely smelled something strange and inexplicable atmosphere.

Billy glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.

Dorothy stood up, took the cookie from her brother, and put it on the table with her usual expression: "Billy can't answer a question, come and ask me how to do it."

"Right, Billy?" She nudged Billy.

Billy nodded frantically.

"Really?" How did he remember Billy saying that he was too tired to go upstairs to bed first.

"You can go to Damian, he has done a good job in his homework, and he probably hasn't forgotten it yet."

"Isn't he on the night watch?" replied Dorothy in Billy's place, shrugging. "And you can't take away the joy of learning."

Damian can always attack people from all angles. The genius Damian is extremely picky.

Jason glanced at the physics textbook spread out on the table, with a calculus book under it and a pen next to it.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "How is it going, do you need my help?"

"So far everything is going well," Dorothy said calmly, looking directly into Little Wing's gaze, "It's just finished, we'll finish with a final reorganization of our thoughts."

"Go to bed early." He patted Dorothy's head and exited the room.

Billy immediately put down his pen, lay down on the table, and said weakly, "I'm scared to death."

"Dorothy, do you have time tomorrow? I know there's a new dessert shop that's great!" It was like a star on the roof falling in his eyes, twinkling.

"Okay, actually, don't worry, Little Wings is fine." Dorothy comforted him, Jason just looked fierce and a little irritable.

Before Billy could breathe a sigh of relief, the door opened again.

"Oh, by the way, Bruce told me that he will drive you to school tomorrow, go to bed early and don't stay in bed tomorrow."

Although Jason himself felt that it would definitely be Bruce who would stay in bed tomorrow.

"Are you finished discussing?"

Dorothy nodded.

"Very well, shall I take you back to your room, Billy?" His tone was a little dangerous.

"No, no, I'll go back myself." Billy jumped up.

He shook his head like a rattle, and was about to rush out when Dorothy grabbed his sleeve and stuffed the physics textbook into his hand.

She smiled: "Billy, you forgot your book."

Although Dorothy's name is clearly written on the title page under the cover.

Dorothy waved him calmly: "Good night, Little Wing."

"And you, Billy."