[Zhongyingmei] I save the world by transforming

"Dear citizens of Gotham, welcome to today's evening show Survivor! I'm your host, Mr. J!"

The green-haired man with pale oil paint on his face showed an exaggerated smile to the camera.Accompanied by his voice, there was a burst of funny canned laughter. He grinned in satisfaction and applauded for his speech, and he straightened his purple bow tie greatly, "Very good, very good, it seems You are all looking forward to this show, right? Then, without further ado, we invite our guest No. [-]."

There was another burst of canned applause that couldn't be more fake, and the viewers who were watching TV found that the screen had switched.Just looking at the background, it can only be judged that this is a dirty and old room. The cobwebs, moss and animal excrement on the ground in the corners prove that it has been abandoned for many years.And on this dirty old floor, sat a man in tattered hospital gown, with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth gagged with rags. Men and women in designer clothes, like him, were tightly bound, with their white masks on their faces.

The jester's jubilant voice continued, "Young philanthropist, Lincoln March! And his friends, members of the Supreme Court of Owls! Let us welcome them!"

Lincoln March couldn't hear his words, but he felt that the flashing red camera was slowly turning towards him. He was emotionally struggling violently with red eyes, and other people around him also noticed this, and they all He whimpered and struggled, but it only made the rope tighten on his body.

"Oh, look at my memory, I'm really sorry little Lincoln, you are now the leader of the new court, I should change the introduction." The clown said apologetic words, but there was no apology in the clown's words , on the contrary, the voice was protracted and full of laughter, "Apologize to you! But I have to introduce our other friends, so you have to bear with it. But don't worry, it will be over soon, I have always been very efficient .”

"Next, guest number two"

The screen switched again, and this time it could only be seen that they were somewhere in a dark confined space, and the only light source was the lamp above their heads.The young man in the blue V-shaped tights and the boy in the yellow cloak were tied back to back with their heads down. If there is any good news, it is that at least their chests are still heaving and they just lost consciousness.

"The former Robin that Gotham people love the most, the current Brudhaven star, Nightwing! There is also a brand new Robin, but there are too many controversies about this Robin, you really picky Can you accept him? At least I don’t like him enough, because he is always not good enough, so I brought him here... But Robin who is good enough will end up in the same way, from this point of view, they are all the same?"

As he said, his voice became sweet and friendly, "Hey little bat, I know you are watching, remember to text me and tell me who your favorite is, I am really curious about the answer. You know, we Of course, I am happy to help you become more relaxed." He pronounced the word "relaxed" lightly, and the raised ending sound made people shudder.

But there are also people who are not afraid of it, for example, Batman.His mask covering the upper half of his face made his expression a little difficult to figure out, but his breathing did become slow and heavy, he was taking deep breaths to adjust his heartbeat, Bai Kui even wondered if he had a ptsd attack .

Batman told him no with actions.He was just furious.He pressed the Batmobile's gas pedal to the ground, and the speed soared to the extreme on the empty and wide road.

The camera shot back to the studio, and the clown's bloodshot eyes were almost attached to the camera lens. This scene shocked many unsuspecting people, but he laughed and took the picture after completing the "prank". Clap your hands, "Now that the guests are introduced, it's time for our program rules. You must have been looking forward to it for a long time, right?"

"In another hour, our guests No. [-] and No. [-] will bang and become fireworks over Gotham! But you who are in front of the TV, you still have a chance to choose. The court that controls the city is fine. , Robin, their fate is in your hands!"

"Deactivate one bomb, and the other will explode. But I'm a fair game designer, so if one side's bomb goes off early, the other side's bomb will also end early."

"Tell me, which side do you want to save? Do these evil executioners turn to ashes, or turn our mockingbirds into roasted birds? Come on, call and cast your precious vote !"

As he said, he held up a crayon graffiti poster. The green-haired villain stood in the center of the poster and gave a thumbs up with a smile. On the frame, there is a large "justice!!" written in gold letters, and on the right side of the frame is Detonation No. [-], a stick figure of a bird is placed on the dinner plate, and three curved red lines that float upward indicate that Are they... ripe?

At the same time, a line of words began to scroll at the bottom of the TV screen, like some TV shopping advertisement: Do you want to save them?Call xxxxxxx now!

He used a little trick.If it is pure murder, even if there is a limited time, plus anonymous voting, there will not be too many participants to participate in a murder case, and there will always be psychological pressure.Under such a premise, if you don't participate in it, even if the time comes when the two parties explode together, people who have watched this episode will only feel: This has nothing to do with me, I didn't let them die.

But if he uses "saving people" as a package... In this city, there are too many people who have been rescued by Batman and Robin.Some people would be more than happy to lend a helping hand if they could do this little favor.

The clown stretched his head to look at the computer screen on one side, and the sweaty TV employee flinched to make way for him. The clown smiled pleasantly when he saw the contents on it, and he held up the notebook to the camera, showing scarlet eyes. Form, "Look! Sure enough, the citizens of Gotham are the most enthusiastic!"

"Congratulations in advance to our No. [-] guest. They are ahead of the No. [-] guest with ten times the number of votes, and they will receive Mr. J's grand prize, a firework gift package! Let's see what the No. [-] guest's acceptance speech... oh, I'm sorry, No. [-] The guests can't speak." Maybe he was so tired of this game, he didn't even bother to switch the camera, but directly showed Ye Yi and Robin, the two young heroes died as the effect of the medicine passed. After waking up, they quickly sorted out the situation, and cooperated to try to escape.

"Hey Bird, did you hear me? It's a pity that you may be eliminated. How do you feel?"

Hearing this, the irritable Jason stretched out his legs and kicked hard at the moving camera. This merciless kick caused a problem with its connection, and it fell to the side to expose the wires, and even the lens began to flash snowflakes from time to time.This certainly wasn't enough to calm him down, and he yelled insults at the Joker with dozens of expletives in a sort of Crime Alley accent, so varied that Batman's eyebrows twitched when he was listening.

If it weren't for the conditions, Jason would happily raise his middle finger to the camera with both hands, "fxxkyourself! I don't accept your damn vote! Go back to your diner and eat!"

And behind him, Dick, who was struggling with the restraints on his body, was knocked down by the movement of his legs, and his whole body folded into a... posture like sitting and bending forward.Dick cursed a word starting with f in his heart... The damn clown made him fall face down when he grabbed him, his body was covered with dirt in front of his pants, which made him even more ashamed.

What do you think of his handsome face?Why hasn't anything good happened to him since he got back to Gotham? ... Well, now is not the time to think about it.

It is not their style to wait for that damned voting result, and they must find a way to save themselves.

"Robin!" he yelled angrily, "Can't you be quiet for a while? There's only so much air here!"

"Huh? Finally remember to put on airs as an experienced person, Mysterious Boy?" Jason immediately shifted the fire on him, "Is it very dissatisfactory to be put together with me? If you can't do it now Destroy this room and let us go back to the ground, like b, please be quiet for a while, because I can escape right away."

"Robin!! Do you have the ability to distinguish the status quo? I'm beginning to doubt whether you have the qualifications to be Robin!"

"...! Very good, you finally said what you really think, haven't you?"

If it weren't for the two of them being tied together right now, they would definitely have a fight on the spot.But even so, the two of them were fighting for the right to stand up from the ground first, which was obviously not an easy process, so they tripped and fell to the ground, knocking over the camera and the camera on the ground. The hidden radio device rolled twice, and the two fragile devices were damaged on the spot, leaving a black screen for those who were still watching the show.

"..." Dick stood up silently, rubbed his neck that was a little sprained in the rolling process, and stretched out a hand to Jason who was still on the ground, "...are you okay?"

"...It's okay, everywhere." Jason grinned and covered his waist, stared at his hand for a few seconds, hesitated, took his hand and stood up.

Using a scene to cover up their idea of ​​using the sparks generated by the rubbing of exposed wires to burn off the nylon rope, sabotage the surveillance, and take the opportunity to reveal their location, I don’t know if the clown can be fooled, but what is certain is that this In a short time, it will become the topic of Gotham's after-dinner talk, about Robin's quarrel or something... although it doesn't seem to be fake.

Dick began to inspect the small room, but just like his initial observation, the room was sealed from the outside, leaving no entrances and exits. Even without bombs, they would die as the oxygen ran out.While checking, he glanced at the very thin Robin from the corner of his eye and said, "...Sorry, what I just said was a lie to the clown, it was just acting, don't take it seriously."

In fact, you are pretty good as Robin... Dick hesitated, should he say this now.

Jason, who was half-squatting on the ground to check, was also silent for a while, pressing his head tightly to control himself not to look at his expression, "I know, and I am the same."

"But I'm a little curious. How do you know we're underground and not some other chamber?"

"You'll know as soon as you see it." Jason said vaguely. He lived in many bad places when he lived with his mother, but he didn't want others...especially Dick to know about his past.

Dick paused when he heard the words. He pursed his lips and swallowed the other questions. He also looked away from Jason. Seeing that he didn't continue to ask, Jason was calmly relieved.After a while, Dick suddenly shouted in surprise: "Hey Robin! Look here!"

Jason ran over and was pleasantly surprised to find a square mark on the ceiling.There was originally a ventilation hole blocked by cement, but probably the construction workers got lazy while working for the clown, and the moisture in the ground eroded the connection, which exposed the location of the ventilation hole.

There is a silver lining, at least try, they thought.

"You guys, do you want to go out?" A childish voice sounded, and then a golden light formed a small figure. At this moment, Dick and Jason looked over stiffly in unison, and confirmed helplessly that it was The one they want.

Jack the Ripper looked up at them, smiled sweetly and tilted his head, "No, if you leave, I won't be able to see my mother."

Dick stepped forward to block Jason behind him, showing his friendliest and brightest smile, "You're Jack, right?"

"That means, if we can get you to see Mom, you're going to let us get out of here, right?"

And a few minutes before Dick and Jason tried to negotiate with Jack, the clown stared at the blacked-out screen, glanced at his mouth unhappily, "Oh, tricky little bird."

A bat dart he was familiar with came through the air. He turned his head sideways and looked at the tall figure standing at the entrance of the studio. The corners of his mouth grinned to the extreme in an instant.He laughed in a special rhythm, the laughter seemed to be squeezed out intermittently, and he seemed to be dying, "Look, our special guest is here! I knew we were in harmony, little bat The following is the climax of this program!"

Batman's voice was as low as ever, "Tell them, where, where."

The author has something to say: don’t try to understand clowns and don’t analyze them in depth, people will become abnormal.Anyway, right now I just feel like I have to watch two episodes of Carnival to get my sense of normalcy.

It can be seen that the person who came up with such a thing as the surviving vote must be abnormal.Contains the meaning of an editorial department

Special thanks to the Robin cross talk duo, they made this article regain its original intention after a chapter and a half?

ps: There is really a reality show called Survivor, I'm just playing a joke, it has nothing to do with that.

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of non-return; 3 bottles of super happy skin; 1 bottle of Naimo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!