Is the Summoner going to be a human today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Throughout the long drive, Eudora was locked in the dark back seat, under the red light of the camera.

The sound of the pouring rain overwhelmed most of the sounds outside, so Yudora really couldn't hear where the car was going.

Fortunately, the system can still display the time - at three o'clock, the car finally stopped.

In other words, if the other party didn't intend to circle around, she should be in the suburbs of Gotham now.

Feeling the silence outside the car, Youdora hugged the combination box calmly, and the door opened suddenly, the tall man in black reappeared, put a black hood on Youdora, and put the tough He respectfully "invited" her out.

After getting out of the car, Yudora only felt that her neck was icy and cold, and she was put on a heavy collar with a "click". She was forcibly dragged by two people and walked for a while in a daze, until she came to a certain place. indoor.

As soon as the black hood was taken off, there was a burst of dazzling light.Udora squinted her eyes and adjusted for a while before she could see the surrounding environment clearly.

... The place she was in turned out to be an extremely magnificent, exquisite and luxurious small living room.

Surrounded by retro-style floral wallpaper with various oil paintings, thick velvet curtains cover the surrounding floor-to-ceiling windows, luxurious crystal lamps above the head, dark leather sofas and various vase decorations on the side, and the Thick and soft wool carpet... Behind Eudora, there is actually a burning fireplace.

In addition to these daily furnishings, the entire room is covered with cameras, from the ceiling to the corner, there are more than [-] cameras at a glance.

These cameras seem to have a tracking program. Once Udora makes a move, they will track it immediately, keeping the lens pointed at Udora at all times, like a huge cage, making people extremely uncomfortable .

Standing under the camera, Yudora raised her hand and touched the cold collar on her neck—this collar seemed to be made of some kind of metal, it was thick and heavy, and it was tightly attached to her neck.

Eudora: ...

This can't be some new detonation collar...

At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the locked door.

Under Eudora's vigilant gaze, the door opened, and several middle-aged women dressed as maids filed in through the door, walked towards the little girl expressionlessly, and took her directly to Entering the bathroom on the side of the small living room, he took off her pajamas and threw her into the bathtub!

Several women hurriedly held down Eudora and washed her from head to toe, as if they were going to rub off the skin all over her body. Not only did they do it hard, but they also washed her three times until the little girl was soft and fair. His skin was rubbed red before he gave up.

...That's fine, Yudora, who kept her composure and let the group of aunts toss, didn't notice until she got up from the bathtub and was held down to blow her hair and change her clothes, that there were actually two Thin camera!

She couldn't get angry on the spot, and smashed the mirror with her fist.

Is the owner of Nima's room insane?

With so many cameras, even in the bathroom, watching her is addictive, right? !

Even though she had already begun to salute the whole family of the person opposite the camera, even if she vaguely guessed that the other person was a pervert, Yudora still forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, clenched her fists, and sat in front of the mirror with no expression on her face. , let them go back and forth.

Now is not the time to get angry... She endured it.

Drying hair, applying body lotion, trimming nails and bangs... It took more than half an hour to toss and turn.

Sitting blankly in front of the mirror, seeing that the time has changed from three o'clock to 03:30, Yudora has no expression on her face, and frantically calls several middle-aged women in her heart.

come on!Aunts!You can do it!

come on!Just a little longer!I believe you can toss for two hours just by blowing my hair and putting on a mask!They are all women, I believe you can do it!

Wearing something similar to an "explosive collar" around his neck, being firmly locked by so many cameras, and having no equipment on his body, it is obviously impossible to single out one by one by relying on fighting skills.

Because Jason and Tim are still in the hands of each other, Eudora feels that what she has to do now is to delay the time as much as possible.

... until Batman realizes their disappearance, until Xinghuo and the others find out that they are missing, or until twelve o'clock tonight, and after the system is restored, they will teach these bastards how to behave themselves.

So, no matter how inexplicable the other party's behavior is now, no matter how perverted and neurotic, Yudora can bear it-whether you want to peep or play with a live-action Barbie doll, as long as you can delay it!

As long as it lasts until twelve o'clock tonight, your father and I will show a real version of Annabelle live for you bastards! !

After tossing and tossing for more than ten minutes, it seemed that it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and Yudora finally came out of the bathroom.

At this time, she was wearing an unusually simple white suspender dress, no makeup, a fresh and soft brown hair hanging down softly, and her too long bangs were trimmed, revealing those bright eyes like stars.

When she came out barefoot, she saw a tall man in a black suit sitting on the sofa in the small living room.

Hearing the movement from Eudora, the man immediately put down the newspaper in his hand, looked sideways at Eudora, and smiled softly at her.

Also at this time, at the moment when she saw the man's face, Yudora rarely showed a look of shock and doubt in front of the enemy.

——The man sitting in front of Eudora actually looks exactly like Bruce Wayne!

The same body shape, the same height, the same clothing taste, the same demeanor and movement... plus the face that is exactly the same as Bruce, if it weren't for the bright yellow hero mark on his head, and the "very similar" Brucey baby" frivolous demeanor, Eudora probably really mistook the other party for Bruce.

After a momentary pupil quake, the little girl stared vigilantly at "Bruce Wayne" in front of her, and asked coldly:

"Who are you? Where are Robin and the Red Hood now?"

As soon as these words came out, the handsome and charming smile on the man's face froze suddenly.

The face that belonged to "Bruce Wayne" instantly restrained the gentle demeanor he had pretended before. He took a deep look at Eudora, hooked his thin lips, and said flatly as a compliment:

"Good girl, you really deserve to be... the Summoner that Batman holds in his palm."

This understatement of praise was like a thunder in the daytime, and it exploded in Eudora's ears in an instant, making her whole brain buzz.

Thanks to the psychological quality training courses of Tim and Bourne for more than half a year, even if every cell in the body is in doubt, Eudora's face does not show any panic or panic.

She didn't even move her eyebrows, looked directly at the man's familiar eyes with irony, and said 12 honestly:

"If I were a summoner, then you would be finished."

This sentence sounds like it is saying: If I am really a superhero summoner, will I still let you slaughter me?

Obviously, it means that she is not a summoner at all.

But for Eudora: she wasn't lying either.

Because by twelve o'clock sharp, the head-changing monster who dared to face Bruce would be dead.

Eudora: Revenge jg

The man chuckled suddenly.

He got up suddenly, and walked in front of Yudora in a few steps, looking at Yudora's vigilant and resisting little face with interest, his big hand stroked the girl's cheeks all the way to her neck, and finally touched the cold collar.

"...The little friend you love is indeed very interesting."

Suddenly, the man seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head, jokingly said in the direction of the door of the small living room, "It's getting late, if you want her to be obedient, you'd better move faster."

Eudora looked in the direction of the man's gaze and saw Trifalcone.

This old acquaintance, who was wearing a dark gray woolen suit, stood quietly at the door of the small living room at some point, looking at her intently.

At this moment, Terry seems to be completely different from the one Eudora met in school. He is not shy or stammering at all.

On the contrary, Terry at this moment is more like the orthodox heir of a gangster family. He has a straight body and an indifferent expression. Only when he looks at Eudora, there is still a paranoid glint in his eyes.

Seeing Yudora looking over, he stretched out his hand to the little girl in a gentlemanly way:

"Dora, come to me."

Yudora's heart sank suddenly.

Under the gentle smile and gaze of the man, she took a deep breath, walked in front of Terry as slowly as possible, stretched out her hand hesitantly, and held Terry's raised arm.

Very naturally, he embraced the little girl's waist with his backhand, and pulled Udora into his arms. Terry smiled slightly, and softened his voice facing the girl he loved:

"Dora, today is my birthday party, you will stay here with me, okay?"

Eudora: ...

There is no need for a birthday party, but I can go to your grave to dance with you for a day during your first seven days, how about it?

Being half-embraced by Terry and feeling the unfamiliar atmosphere, the corners of Yudora's mouth twitched slightly, and she smiled reluctantly:

"So today is your birthday? Happy birthday. I'm sorry, but I didn't prepare any present for you."

——It’s okay, I’ll try to give you a big gift package for violent beating at exactly twelve o’clock! !

Because when Lilian was interrogated before, the three men subconsciously concealed Terry's various perverted behaviors, so Eudora didn't know Terry's almost crazy favor and attention to her.

Until the man who looked exactly like Bruce left completely, the little girl couldn't find out the traces of Jason and Tim from their mouths.

She was burning with anxiety, but she had to maintain a calm look. Guided by Terry, she walked through the small living room and came to a spacious room similar to a dressing room.

"I know you don't have a similar evening dress, so I prepared it for you in advance, how about it? Do you like it?"

With that said, Terry took Eudora to sit on the chair in front of the full-length mirror, planning to help Eudora change into a suitable set of clothes.

...was literally playing with a live Barbie doll.

It is said to be a changing room, but the area of ​​this room is about twice the size of Eudora's entire house.

And different from ordinary buildings, the floor height of this room has exceeded three meters, and it looks extraordinarily empty, and there are still some straight gaps on the ceiling.

There are layers of cabinets on both sides of the entire room, and all the cabinets are full of dresses and skirts of various colors. On the wall directly opposite the door is a floor-to-ceiling mirror that occupies the entire wall. Above, hung a champagne-colored dress.

Eudora saw this complicated but familiar dress as soon as she entered the door. After thinking about it, she finally found the relevant memories of this dress in the corner of her memory.

——Isn’t this the goddamned working dress she wore when she first ran into Bruce when she worked in a coffee shop a long, long time ago, and it strangled her to the point of suffocation? !

After suddenly realizing it, Yudora suddenly felt terrified, the hairs on her back stood up one by one, and her whole body felt a little chilly.

Terry can even dig out this evening dress from a coffee shop. What on earth is he trying to do?

"It's just because I love you."

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the sweet and pale little girl in the mirror, Terry held Eudora's shoulder infinitely and gently, lowered his head and kissed the girl's long hair gently, with a deep tone,

"Dora, will you stay here with me?"

"not good!"

Eudora quickly turned her head away from Terry's kiss.

She couldn't stand Terry's sweet and sweet tone:

"If you want to find out my identity and get close to me, there is no need to talk about these scenes. At this time, you don't need to play this kind of love game anymore. What do you want me to do? Where are Red Hood and Robin?"

Combined with Terry's attention to her a long time ago, coupled with this so-called "Bruce Wayne", Eudora doesn't believe that people like Terry Falcone really like her. Decisive is because she discovered her identity early or something was wrong, so she came here to inquire about the news, right? ?

In other words, is it possible that such a person with such a treacherous mind will really fall in love with her just because he met her a few times at the beginning of freshman year?Go bullshit! !

Before she finished speaking, Yudora only felt the originally cold collar on her neck humming and vibrating. Then, her neck and even her whole body felt pain, and a huge energy like electric current flowed from the collar to her limbs in an instant. Before she could react, When she came over, the sharp pain brought by this energy almost made her cry out in pain.

Piercing the soul, gnawing at the nerves, and eroding the bones, it seemed that countless steel needles pierced into her body bit by bit. In an instant, Yudora's legs were so weak that she fell to the ground, and the whole body curled up into a mess. In a lump, he bit his lower lip in excruciating pain.

... She just doesn't cry out.

I don't know how long it took, but the vague smell of blood spread, and her consciousness was a little blurred from the pain, her throat was burning with pain, and her skirt was soaked in cold sweat, making her feel chilly again.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw herself in the mirror rolling on the ground in pain, with her hair sticking to her forehead and back in a mess, her skin all over her body turned blood red, and her veins burst out faintly.

She didn't know whether it was tears or sweat, which blurred her vision. In the dimness, Yudora only felt a hand firmly grabbing her hair from the back of her head, lifting her whole head up.

"I don't like the term 'dating games,' and I don't like the way you don't trust me."

Terry's forbearable voice came from his ear, his voice was still gentle and soft, "I may hide something from you, but I love you for real."

"..."

Yudo moved her lips, unable to speak because of the pain.

After finally waiting for the pain to disappear, she closed her eyes, tried her best to calm down her heartbeat and trembling futile appearance, and asked the system in a hoarse voice:

"……what time is it now?"

[32:[-], there are still more than seven hours before your ability recovers. 】

Fist No. 1 said quickly.

32:10... It was [-] past [-] when she spoke to Terry, so she was shocked for about [-] minutes?

"……very good."

Udora couldn't help coughing dryly, her throat, the entire trachea, and even her lungs were pulled, causing a series of dull pains.

well.

It dragged on for another 10 minutes.

Anyway, she still has three lives, even if she is electrocuted, as long as the seven hours pass, Jason and Tim are safe and sound.

Eudora's consciousness was a little blurred, but she couldn't just pass out at this time, so she could only bite her lower lip hard, watching Terry pick herself up and put her back on the chair.

She just opened her eyes and looked at Terry quietly until the man showed pain and pity.

"Sorry, Dora..."

It seems that it was only now that Eudora realized that Eudora could not move. Terry quickly half-knelt down and hugged her legs with tears, "Sorry... I thought the recovery ability of mutants was not affected by the ability inhibitor. , I'm sorry...are you in pain? Are you okay?"

"..."

Hearing this, Udora rarely raised her eyes, looked at Terry, and then slowly closed her eyes regardless of Terry's call.

She thought she knew what that collar around her neck was.

This collar is a suppressor specially used by humans to capture mutants and control mutants' abilities - Jason mentioned it a long time ago when he was teaching her.

This kind of suppressor can fully suppress the abilities of mutants, and it has its own detonation system and punishment current components. Even the most powerful mutant, Phoenix Girl, can only give up when encountering this thing.

They put this thing on her...that is, both Terry and the man pretending to be Bruce mistakenly thought the Summoner was a mutant.

Is it the reasonable identity that Bruce and the others arranged for her in advance, or is there another reason?

Although her whole body hurts, Yudora's thinking is still very clear. Countless thoughts flowed through her mind quickly, and she silently acquiesced in the other party's judgment.

If this misunderstanding continues like this, then she has a greater chance of turning things around.

Seeing Eudora turn his head to the side and close his eyes, Terry was obviously more flustered. After a moment of breathing disorder, he became angry again inexplicably.

Stretching out his hand and forcefully breaking off the girl's head, seeing Yudora's eyes closed, obviously non-violent and non-cooperative, Terry said coldly:

"If you don't love me, who else can you love?"

This time, Yudora finally opened her eyes, and after confirming that Terry did not have the idea of ​​killing herself, she quietly said:

"You say you love me, but tell me why you like me."

At any rate, having dealt with Arkham so many times, Yudora knew very well that facing a lunatic, of course she couldn't irritate him all at once.

According to his words, if you procrastinate and procrastinate, you won't be charged, isn't it just right?

Her answer was a few minutes of silence.

Just when Eudora was secretly thankful that it took a few more minutes, Terry's dry and sad voice sounded.

"It looks like you still don't believe me."

The man lowered his head, pressed against Yudora's ear, and said quietly.

"I love you, and have always loved Eudora Hardy. Since a long time ago, when you were eight years old, when you stabbed a dagger through the gangster who broke into your house."

"what--"

Facing Eudora's eyes widening suddenly, and realizing that the girl in his heart was finally looking at him, Terry smiled slightly:

"You know? The man you almost killed was my father."

Eudora: ……………

She looked at the gentle and gentle boy in front of her in disbelief, trying to find a little bit of the gangster from Terry, but found that she couldn't remember anything.

Her mind was blurred, and the events of the accident were inexplicably forgotten, all she remembered was a man who broke into the house drunk, Lisa calling for help, and she took a knife from the kitchen...and , she doesn't remember anything.

"……I have no idea."

The little girl said with difficulty.

She really doesn't know.

She really doesn't remember anything about the man who represented almost an entire childhood nightmare at the time.

She only remembers how she was covered in blood afterwards, as if someone gently comforted her, only remembered that a lawyer wanted to sue her and Lisa, all she remembered was that everything was resolved inexplicably, and she went home happily...but no longer There is also no scene when Lisa is seen.

She didn't even know who the gangster was, and she couldn't even remember the person's appearance, let alone figure out the person's identity.

"It's ok."

Terry said tenderly, "Thank you, Dora, for stabbing me so I could kill him."

Eudora: ...

Wait, did this person just... say something unbelievable? ?

"you you--"

"Yes, I killed him with my own hands."

The corners of Terry's mouth curled up, revealing an almost naive expression of taking credit, and said softly and cruelly,

"I wouldn't have killed him so easily if it hadn't been for you, Dora."

"How? I helped you kill the man who dared to cheat on you. I knew your identity when I was eight years old-you tossed that man to the ICU, and I helped make up the last knife. We are Isn't it a match made in heaven?"

Speaking of the excitement, Terry stood up all of a sudden, holding the immobile Udora tightly in his arms like holding a child, walked to the huge full-length mirror, and forcibly lifted Udora with his hands. Dora's jaw forced her to look directly at herself in the mirror:

"Look, we've been working together since we were eight years old. You're supposed to be from the Falcone family. You're supposed to be my wife, aren't you?"

Being shaken back and forth by Terry, Eudora, who was already so shocked by the electric shock, was about to vomit. She managed to pull herself together and gritted her teeth to deal with this neurosis:

"Yes, yes—I see, so, when will you choose a dress for me? The birthday party should start soon, right?"

"You love me, don't you?"

Terry strangled Eudora's neck tightly. He looked coldly at the struggling girl in the mirror, insisting on asking for an answer persistently.

"...Yes, I love you."

Yudora still has no strength in her whole body, she said dryly.

"Just love me, right?"

"Only love you."

Just uttering this simple sentence, Eudora exhausted all her strength, and it was even difficult for her to breathe.

As Eudora expected, after receiving this promise, Terry's expression instantly brightened.

He finally let Eudora go, carefully placed the little girl on the chair, walked away from the mirror with ease, hummed briskly, and walked around to pick out dresses.

While Terry was leaving, the little girl who had been pretending to be calm and down-to-earth finally couldn't bear it anymore.

I don't know how the electric shock from the mutant suppressor could be so terrifying, it almost penetrated her whole brain. Eudora curled up on the chair, shaking unconsciously while closing her eyes, trying to recall the experience she experienced when she was eight years old. The details of that nightmare.

She wanted to retrieve those memories, she wanted to find some clues to control Terry, and she wanted to use this method to delay time, at least to get Batman to find out about their disappearance.

But the harder she tried to recall, the more she couldn't remember anything. An invisible, heavy sadness swept over her, extinguishing all thoughts like a tide, and she couldn't remember anything at all.

Something blocked all the memories, she tried hard to recall, opened her mouth, subconsciously shouted softly:

"Mother……"

Before the words fell, tears slipped down from the eyes unconsciously.

The pain and grief that had arisen for no reason disappeared without a trace in a short period of time.

Yudora could only hold a pair of inexplicable tears in her eyes, trying her best to remember silently.

So, why did she suddenly forget all the details of when she was eight years old?

When Udora's head was full of question marks, Terry came back with several sets of white dresses in his hand.

Walking in front of the mirror, Terry hung the dresses on the side one by one with excitement on his face, as if he didn't notice that Eudora's eyes were hazy at all, and asked excitedly:

"Dora, which dress do you think looks better? Which one suits you better?"

Yudora, barely cheered up, smiled: "You can help me choose."

...Don't worry, I'll definitely dance on your grave wearing this skirt you picked out.

"is it?"

The smile on the corner of Terry's mouth gradually widened, "But I can't pick it out... Otherwise, let's ask other people, shall we?"

"?"

Before Eudora could question, Terry quickly walked to the mirror, raised his hand and pulled a curtain rope beside the mirror.

There was only a crisp sound of "Boom", and the whole mirror seemed to be split into two, as if some mechanism had been activated, and moved towards both sides.

On the other side of the mirror, Jason and Tim, whom Eudora was thinking of, stood there quietly.

In such a state of distress, they were firmly tied to the other side of the mirror, only one meter away from the chair where Yudora was sitting.

They've been here ever since Eudora was brought in by Terry.

Just like this, I watched the girl who was close at hand was electrocuted to the ground, had her hair pulled up, was strangled by the neck, and was forced to show love to other people... from the beginning to the end.