The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

Now that he has decided to help Ms. Green, the preliminary preparations must be done.Since the letter was sent out, Fiona has been busy packing her things. After all, the time before throwing stones and asking for directions is not reserved for her to be in a daze.The white crystal pendulum needs to be degaussed, the tarot cards need to be unsealed, the dagger to ward off evil needs to be polished and sharpened, the goat skull needs to be brought, and a new mirror that is convenient to carry around has to be bought.

By the time she finished all these things, it was already evening.Bruce rarely fell asleep and returned to his body. Curiosity and desire for control made him decide to stay and see what Fiona was going to do. If the power of this psychic did more harm than good to Gotham, then He will drive people out no matter what.After all, he has always regarded Gotham as his own, and it is his limit to accept an outsider with supernatural powers to survive on Gotham's territory. For the sake.

The sky has gradually darkened.In Gotham, a city with cloudy and cloudy days all year round, it seems that it is a little bit darker than the next-door metropolis with Superman, which is simply the embodiment of brightness and enthusiasm.After the sun slowly penetrated into the thin gray clouds, it showed a lifeless dark red in the far western sky, and the air also became sticky and humid, and the fog visible to the naked eye quickly spread over the open sky. The streets gathered together, outlining the buildings with iron-gray thin edges.

In such a creepy and gloomy atmosphere, the young psychic dragged a full box with an orange cat, and "carrying his family with him" rang Ms. Green's phone two streets away. The door of the house—that’s right, the psychic is so convenient, you can find it without asking:

"Excuse me, is Ms. Green home?"

Almost the second she knocked on the door, before she finished speaking, the door was swung open. It seemed that Ms. Green had been waiting at the door since the evening, but when she saw Fiona, The mixed expression of ecstasy and hope on her face gradually turned into deeper distress and embarrassment:

"...Come in first."

Fiona scrutinized her facial expression and realized that the distress was not based on "I don't trust a child as young as you", but something deeper.She took off the hat with a black veil and hung it on the coat rack, stood on the porch with the orange cat, bowed politely and asked:

"Is my age embarrassing you, ma'am? In many cases, age and ability are not linked. Please rest assured."

Ms. Green shook her head: "I'm not worried about this... It's better to say that only a little girl like you will always have justice in her heart and keep taking care of these messes that no one else wants to take care of, right?"

"In the beginning, I didn't reveal my identity because of safety considerations, but after I thought about it carefully, I felt that I still couldn't just sit idly by, so I extended a helping hand to you at this time." Fiona explained:

"Please believe me, even if I come now, it will be too late."

Ms. Green vetoed Fiona's conjecture with a wry smile: "I don't mind that, kid."

She reached out and stroked Fiona's hair, and sighed, "You're still a little girl. Even if I want my daughter to be rescued, I can't risk my conscience and treat you as a child of the same group of potential victims. Pulled in. Look, Fiona, how old are you? I'm afraid not as old as my daughter. Such a dangerous thing... Fiona, if I knew that 'Themis' was you from the beginning, it would be nothing Grown up girl, I won't ask for your help."

"Do you know the person you exposed before..." Ms. Green reminded her, "Still looking for you everywhere?"

Fiona nodded: "I know, and he is not the only one who is looking for me. But then again, ma'am, if I turn a blind eye to those who need help because I want to protect my own safety, I will My conscience will torture me for the rest of my life."

She put her finger up in front of her lips: "As long as you keep it secret for me, and God knows what you know and I know, I'm safe."

Ms. Green struggled for a while, but was finally persuaded by her. She took out the last photo of her daughter before her disappearance. In the photo, she was a blond girl who was quite in line with the aesthetics of American teenagers, wearing an apron and cutting vegetables in the kitchen. Beautiful and simple, people have to praise her cute from the bottom of their hearts.

However, it is this kind of beauty and cuteness that has become the reason for her victimization in Gotham.

Fiona found an empty water glass and filled it with water, and used it to prop up the photo of the missing girl. She took out a candle and a mirror, struck a match, and lit the black gilded cross candle in front of the mirror. The flickering candle flames are reflected in his eyes, and the fragments of bright light fluctuate:

"Eliminate all dissidents and interference..."

And the moment the candle was lit and the words were spoken by Fiona, Bruce's consciousness returned to his own body in an instant.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, reassured that yes, that's right, he was back in his body.There is no need to maintain sufficient sleep with the orange cat's body, and there is no need to use various other methods to perform strange and weird soul summoning. This is the first time he has been awake by someone A force completely independent of science and reality was regarded as "alien and interference", and was forcibly ejected from Orange Cat's body.

And he also had a feeling that he had never had before, but it was extremely strong:

It is impossible for him to return to the orange cat's body in a short time.

And Fiona over there cheered up: "...it allows me to see everything."

A certain subtlety that has been lingering on her since a few days ago is finally swept away at this moment. Her keen sense is finally no longer disturbed by this subtlety, but there is a faint feeling of being out of control. sign.It's like a person who has always been running fast, but these days when he started running, sandbags were tied to his legs, and at this moment the sandbags were suddenly removed, his first feeling was that he was absolutely relaxed and unable to control himself strength.

That's what Fiona felt right now.In an instant, she saw too many things in the mirror, such as how Ms. Green suffered domestic violence and how she divorced her daughter, the images and voices left by this girl in this house, this house What happened in the house, and the girl is now in a dark basement.

All sorts of information were captured in an instant by her out-of-focus gray eyes with dilated pupils.

There is only one narrow window in this basement, the light is dim, and there are traces of damp on the corner of the wall.The girl was still wearing the clothes she wore on the day she disappeared, white skirt and black leather shoes, but her hair was messy, and she probably hadn't showered or combed her hair for several days. Her blue eyes were full of horror, and she looked at her tremblingly. Some people approached her step by step.

It was so close, so clear, that Fiona could see the little freckles on her face, and the shadows reflected in her pupils—

However, at this moment, she heard an incomparably clear voice that was completely different from the cries of the dead that had been bothering her all this time. This voice sounded directly in her mind, speaking in Russian, with a rather strong voice With a St. Petersburg accent, the retroflex sound was so ecstatic that Fiona almost didn't understand:

"Oh... so it's the famous 'Themis' in Latin America. The incident not long ago was really exciting. I've even heard of you. It's interesting."

To be honest, Fiona was indeed frightened by this person at first. After all, not everyone can accept the sudden appearance of a voice in their head. This is simply the prelude to paranoia, okay? !Fortunately, she stabilized in time, because with the sound of this voice, the messy information she didn't need was gradually faded away, allowing her to see more and more direct information about the missing girl.

Those who come are not enemies, but helpers.

She tentatively said, "Uh, thank you for the compliment?"

The voice paused for a moment, and was immediately replaced by another female voice.This person's voice is sweeter and gentler, and it is still a standard Moscow accent, so it is easier to understand: "A girl named after one of the twelve Titan gods, you have Russian blood and grew up in the Middle East. Came to walk on a foreign land? You don’t need money, you don’t need fame and fortune, and you have a deadly enemy coveting your life, why did you throw yourself into a trap and come to America?”

Before Fiona could answer, a third voice sounded.This person is older and full of momentum. From the surface, it is definitely the type that is difficult to get along with. She asked directly and neatly: "Aren't you afraid of death when you are young?"

"I'm afraid." Fiona replied decisively. If a police officer appeared in front of her now and said, "Okay, this matter has been completely resolved," she would not hesitate to listen to the next half of the sentence. Walk away and shout—Hurrah!

But now this matter has not been resolved, and it is getting worse.The innocent souls who died in vain were still weeping in her ears, and the only family member of the victim who did not give up was still standing behind her. There was a missing person sign on the wall next to her. people notice.

There are too many unfair things, dark things, and things that cannot be fought against in this world. Her conscience finally defeated her desire for "birth". Opened that safe, took the risk, risked everything, stood here with all her wealth, looking for her missing daughter for this desperate mother:

"I'm afraid of death... But after thinking about it, I still have to be worthy of my conscience."

The author has something to say: That's right, Fiona strung up to Russia.

St. Petersburg Witches' Association [loudly]: Welcome welcome warm welcome!

[Whispering] Don't force me, and quickly abduct the person, it's sloppy, close the door and let Tatiana sell Amway!

The first one with a St. Petersburg accent: Tatyana, the runner-up of the No.15 season of the psychic battle; the head witch of St. Petersburg, nicknamed Little Crying Bag, is quite powerful;

The second one is milder: Martha, the dream witch, who is good at seeing the development of things in the future from dreams;

The third one is full of momentum: Dalia, the fighting witch. There are certain oriental factors in the practice of psychics. It looks like Tai Chi 233333. In the show, psychic comes with BGM!

Julie Wang's words are relatively late... After all, she is not a _(:з」∠)_ of the Witch Association. I guess I can only see her when I play games.

The witches above are all ruthless characters who appeared in the Russian reality show Psychic War_(:з」∠)_Although there are edits and embellishments, people with real strength can still see it... If you enter the pit It is recommended to watch Natalia, the founder of the Witches Association, win the championship from the ninth season. Marilyn in the 14th season performed brilliantly. To be honest, I really like the super-protective spirit of the St. Petersburg Witches, although the method is open to discussion. Cough cough], the seventeenth season of the St. Petersburg Witches came out in full force, and Tatyana and Natalia personally took Dali Ya sent it over, but I didn't expect Martha to join in the fun, hahahahahahaha, witches melee!Awesome!