When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Val stared blankly at the stranger.

"Val?" Jason called her name softly.

"do you know him?"

"I know, Bellona." The little girl suddenly became uneasy, her eyes dodged a little: "They call me Bellona."

"Who?"

"The person who gave me the injection." She pursed her lips: "Val, that's the name Alice gave me."

The man knelt down to meet Will's eye level.

His voice was very gentle, and he called softly: "Berona."

His eyes were like the eyes that appeared in Val's dream, and disappeared into the trench with the sound of the undercurrent in the deep sea.

It was a wonderful feeling.

It's like your fantasies are coming out of your head and coming alive before your eyes, a sense of...unreality.

Val held out his hand hesitantly.

The strange man also stretched out his hand and held her hand gently.

In their palms, there are jagged scales that are hard and cold, gradually emerging and connecting.

same as me...

Val thought.

Subconsciously, she looked back at Jason. Jason stood aside with an inexplicable look on his face. He couldn't tell if he was relieved or a little uneasy.

The man also noticed her gaze, and withdrew his hand. When his palm was turned over again, it was already the palm of human flesh. He looked at Jason: "My name is Amos, and I don't have a last name. We are not good at using that."

He nonchalantly divides himself and Val into "us."

"Thank you very much for taking this child in. Do you suggest we find a place to talk?"

His tone has been almost maintained in one tone, like he is saying "the weather is fine today" or "mind if I answer the phone".

Jason didn't know whether it was the racial personality of their race, or the strong ability to resist pressure necessary to live in the deep sea that made their hearts beat like the hearts of stone giants who had been sleeping for a hundred years.

An inexplicable sense of obscurity flooded into his chest.

Jason said, "Okay."

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly thought of his mother, the woman who almost died in the warehouse.

That face mixed with despair and pain only appeared for a brief moment.

Jason said, "If you have time, do it now."

His tone was light.

"Jason?" The little girl grabbed the hem of his clothes a little uneasily.

Jason rubbed her head perfunctorily.

"I know a nice restaurant."

A fruit platter was presented.

The little girl stared at the diced cantaloupe on the plate.

The location of this restaurant is very remote, and the interior is spacious and bright. It's not time for meals, and they are the only ones in the whole restaurant.

Jason ordered a maple muffin.

The man who called himself Amos sat across from him, picked up the menu, glanced briefly at it, and put it down again.

He was like any young man in Gotham who was born in a well-off middle-class family and received a higher education. After taking off the peaked cap that was completely inconsistent with his temperament, he slowly brushed his hair with his fingers and spoke.

"Mr. Todd." He said, he was very polite, and his eyes didn't shift at all when he was talking to Jason: "I want to know what you think."

"I won't force her to stay."

Jason said.

"I know, Mr. Todd. Otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me here."

Amos smiled.

"About 'Sea'." Amos said, "How much do you know about her?"

Jason took the small steel fork and hit the little girl's coveted target accurately, and brought the sliced ​​cantaloupe to her mouth.

He said succinctly: "Siren."

The little siren opened its mouth and aww.

"Although it is not accurate, but since you have learned this point, then I will say it directly."

"I can teach her how to use her talents, how to be a 'siren'."

Amos' eyes finally, it can be said that he couldn't wait to turn to the little girl chewing fruit with puffed cheeks.

A trace of intense emotion finally appeared in his eyes, but it disappeared very quickly.

Val had been listening.

"Becoming a siren, what is it?" She swallowed the food with a soft voice.

"What's a siren?" Amos asked back.

"You Landmen say a siren that confuses sailors with its singing, but it's more than that, Bellona, ​​you're more than that."

"Your voice will put creatures to sleep, your voice will shatter fragile organs through armor, and your singing will guide..."

Amos interrupted his speech abruptly and frowned.

He restrained and took a shallow breath, looking at the little girl sincerely.

"Berona, you are one of us."

"We want you to come back, you should return to the deep sea."

He seemed to glance at Jason.

They kept their voices low throughout, speaking quickly and vaguely.

Here comes the muffins.

Val stared blankly at it, maple syrup dripping from the strawberries on top of the muffin tower.

"Will I get stronger?" she asked.

"Of course." Amos replied.

"Jason, I want to go," said the little girl.

She said "want to go", not "want to go back".

She looked up at Jason.

Jason rested his chin on the table and rested his elbows on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

"Jason, I want to go." Vera tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Jason looked down at her.

"Then go back there." He broke free from his thoughts and scratched his hair a little irritably.

This little brat, the little white-eyed wolf, is a milk doll who can be kidnapped if given a piece of candy.

Unexpectedly, he also went to the Middle East to find relatives for a piece of false information.

"Then you wait for me, okay?" Wei Er's voice was soft, but firm, with a child's unique belief in the future.

"Jason Todd," Jason said. "My name, if you want to come back, go..."

He remembered that his two safe houses in Gotham were not in very safe areas.

He casually reported the name of a restaurant.

"Twelve noon, go there."

Why doesn't the Wayne Group research communication equipment that can be submerged in water for a long time?

"I won't lie to you, and you won't lie to me." Weier said, clenching her fists, imitating Ye Yi, wanting to bump fists with him.

Jason was amused, and held out his hand: "Okay."

He should have reported the name of a better restaurant.

Jason took a sip of his coffee. The burnt taste of poor-quality coffee grounds was simply destroying his taste buds.

The pointer clicks at 11:30. This is a family restaurant, and the atmosphere at each table is good.Occasionally, children made noise, and he frowned.The waiter was very accommodating, and quickly sent someone to comfort the crying child with balloons or small toys.

He sat in the corner sipping his coffee, waiting for the spaghetti bolognese he ordered to be served, and then ate slowly until one o'clock.

Leave after eating.

Exactly the same process as the previous week.

Thalia thought.

She stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Long time no see, Jason."

"Tell my love for me that I will visit him in the near future and bring him some 'little surprises'. I hope his reception will be considerate enough."

This beautiful and dangerous woman speaks with a bit of arrogance.

Behind her, a short green-eyed boy was holding a pocket in his hands, sizing him up with eagle-like eyes, and his face exposed to the light looked like a certain person.

Jason stared intently at the facial features that looked like a miniature version of Bruce, thinking.

……Hold.

in the deep sea.

Weier was given a rare holiday by Teacher Amos yesterday, and went to the trench to happily roll around with her tail in her arms for a whole day.

She finally achieved her dream!Her long-cherished wish!

Now I'm so tired of playing that I'm paralyzed in the nest made of shells and counting my own scales.

Yesterday I counted to No. 30 row on my left arm. There was a particularly beautiful light purple scale, but I couldn't find it today.

It may be that the number is wrong.

Val rolled in the shells.

Their scales are extremely strong, so they are very insensitive to sharp objects, and the hardness of the shells is just right for sleeping comfortably.

Someone, no, it should be said that the siren knocked on the door, and then opened the door to come in.

"Mr. Amos."

She obediently rolled up from the shell nest and sat on the edge of the bed, only her tail fin patted the bed board restlessly.

"Berona." Amos flapped his tail fin, and the sea water waved behind him into a jelly-like shape poked by his fingers.

Val quietly looked up.

She can't see her own, but she can see other people... other people.

No matter how many times you watch it, it's fun.

Amos tolerated her childishness with a smile.

But business still needs to be done.

He stroked Will's head and spoke gently.

"Berona, today we are going to meet our king, His Majesty Aum."

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