[Zhongyingmei] Crowdfunding a heroine

Half a month ago, Lainate opened his eyes in the depths of overlapping red crystals.

He yawned out of boredom, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier, and see the bright starry sky above his head from the depths of the ground.

He hugged Dora and sighed against the bear's furry belly. At this time, in the same city, Lena and Eric were rushing to build the company's headquarters under the lights. No one came home for a long time. The residence on the street is not very popular. Except for the main house, the other rooms are covered with a layer of dust. Because it is not used much, the second-hand gold cup given by the original householder has been moved to the guest room. Although it seems strange to put an old car in the guest room, But Lena doesn't have any friends who can live in the guest room.

The little boy lay down silently, exhaled a breath, he was motionless, as if immersed in sleep again.

At the same moment, there was a sound from the second-hand Jinbei under the cover of the dustproof cloth. This is an old car. If Lena drives it a little bit, she will find that its engine has rusted and is on the verge of retirement—— From time to time, with the sound of a light collision, a few minutes later, a child emerged from under the white dustproof cloth.

The fuel tank and engine make up his internal organs, the wires are his blood vessels, entangled in his body, the car door is twisted and deformed, becoming a silver-gray shell, the broken instrument panel makes up his eyeballs, the pointer trembles, and the red and blue two-color pointer points to the direction , is where his eyes are heading.He shook hands. Perhaps most people thought they were gray-black rubber gloves, but they were actually restructured and deformed tires. Four tires formed his limbs, and the spiraling patterns were ferociously distorted.

He opened his mouth, tongueless, and strange-colored wires passed through his lips. He said: "...It smells really bad, the smell of engine oil can't go away."

Lennart touched the back with his backhand, and his "hand" twisted a 180-degree angle at an angle that humans could not do, and removed a steering wheel from behind.

Lena didn't know, Lainate knew her better than he imagined, and it was easy to avoid the surveillance in B118 and leave here.

The ability to give life to dead objects does require a complete object in human cognition and a spiritual body belonging to a person.

Because of Lena's restriction, Lenat was forced to "not be able to harm the hero", so Alice was created only with "Samuel", but Lenat himself is a "living creature", he gave up his body and can blend into into anything dead.

Ummm... But if he dies in this state, Lena probably won't be able to save him.

But compared to freedom, this risk is insignificant, Lena bared her teeth, discarded the useless parts, used the dust cloth as a cloak, and left B118.

He looked in the direction of New York, then turned and walked towards the pier.The dust cloth was too long for him, covering his lower body and dragging on the floor. A man who could tell at a glance that he was a child, was holding an old steering wheel, "clicking" on it. on the road.

As weird as it gets.

The parting is short, and sooner or later he will come back to find Dora.

Halfway down the road, it started to rain in Baltimore. A man was standing on the street decadently. His name was Will.Graham.

"Has Halloween come early?" He saw Lennet walking towards him. Lennet, who was covered with a white dustproof cloth, really looked like a child playing a ghost. Is this child rehearsing the activities on Halloween?But just walking on the streets of Baltimore like this is really not safe.

Lennart glanced at him regretfully, he was still within the boundaries of Baltimore, he might be discovered by Lena at any time, so he could only bypass the other party, and disappeared in the complicated alley after a few strokes, Will looked for him in a daze. Turning on the phone, he suddenly stopped. He closed his eyes, felt the feeling of the child looking at him, and frowned slightly.

He is not a child, but a hunter.

……

Since there was no way to take away the other party's spiritual body, Lainate simply left without caring what the other party was thinking.

He didn't choose to fly, because getting on a plane is much more troublesome than taking a boat.

There were not many ships moored in Baltimore at night. Lennart thought about it and picked the largest one.

He likes bigger ones.

This is a private yacht belonging to the Sionis family.

The boy glanced at it, and chose to cross the water 100 meters away.But after he got into the water, he realized that his own gravity was a bit high, and he almost sank. Fortunately, the child would not drown at all, so it didn't matter.

He simply walked from the bottom of the water to the bottom of the yacht, but at this time not only the gasoline in his chest leaked (maybe it was a water pressure problem), but also the bottom of his feet was wrapped in circles of underwater garbage. Why couldn't they clean the bottom of the water properly?Why are there so many floating sediments in seawater?He has to say that the cleanliness of the earth is a matter of urgency!

He let go of the wires wrapped around his arms and maneuvered them to shoot overhead, not too hard, and then Nat retracted the wires and pulled himself up onto the bottom of the boat.

He quietly stuck to the bottom of the boat for two full days, until the yacht of the Sinians family left the pier, and got into the net when they lowered their nets for fishing next time, like a stupid fish caught in the net, of course. At that time, he disassembled his body, and in the eyes of the people on board, he should have picked up some discarded auto parts.

"How do we deal with this garbage?" A crew member who was probably new to the ship asked, "It's entangled with the net, and it can't be unpacked at all."

"Let's put them all in the warehouse first. I guess this net has been used for a long time, so throw it away together later."

Leinart didn't give them a chance to throw it away. He reassembled it among the piles of waste parts in the warehouse, and found an abandoned unmanned tank, but the other party's engine was intact, so he replaced it for himself by the way. Round offal.

The new guts are a bit heavy to use, but feel firm enough.

In the dead of night, he crawled out of the warehouse.

Next door is all kinds of firearms.Including hand-held rocket launchers, sidewinder missiles covered with rainproof cloth, guns that are absolutely not in circulation, and so on.

The child who didn't look like a child at all smiled strangely.

His original legs were too loud when he walked, so he simply restored his legs to the shape of a tire, and rolled silently towards the captain's cabin with his arms folded.

The captain is the door, of course someone is guarding it.And it was two gang members with guns.In all his time in Baltimore, Lennart had seen countless mobsters.

If the child in front of him is a human being, how could he be completely composed of machines? If it is a machine, then the creator must be so wicked, not giving him a complete body.Instead, he was given a monstrous body of bare wires and metal.

No need to talk nonsense, the guards shot directly.They had guns as weapons in their hands, and Renault held the steering wheel in one hand and the pistol in the other.

When the head of the team, Marcus, came out, only the blood and corpses of his subordinates remained at the door, and the intruder was gone.He hid half of his body behind the door, holding the gun tightly.The moment he probed, a wire fell from the sky, entangled his head like a living thing, he immediately raised the muzzle of the gun upwards, fired a shot without looking, but was sprayed by the flowing gasoline face.

Several wires wrapped around his limbs, and then a steering wheel wrapped around his neck, and the other party even complained, why is your head so big, it almost didn't fit in it.

Marcus is breathing hard, and the steering wheel is unscientifically shrinking.At that moment, his eyes went black, and he saw the dim starry sky and the kind red stars in the hallucination.

He seemed to be floating in sewage, unable to sink.

"Are you a hero... If you don't answer, then I don't think it's good."

When Lennart let go of the steering wheel, the sturdy man fell down foaming at the mouth, and at this moment a group of his men rushed towards him.

The kid yawned out of boredom and hopped hard into the front seat, engine oil still dripping from his chest.

Everyone raised their guns and looked at the monster vigilantly.

Lennart raised a hand and tapped into the void, the next second the hull began to tremble, and the group of heavily armed violent elements were ejected out of the cabin like peas.

"Nice job," said Lennart. "Where was the ship supposed to go?"

A strange voice sounded: "Go to Gotham, master."

The sound was like the wind blowing through the canyon, hollow and heavy.Unable to locate the source of the sound in the ship.It's as if a person is talking to his own belly.

Lenat knew that it was the ship itself that spoke.

The captain lay silently on the ground, he was no different from the brain-dead person in the hospital now.

"Disguise yourself," Lennart ordered, "and go to Gotham."

The ship vibrates and deforms. The paint on the original glamorous surface of the hull slowly penetrates into the interior, and all traces are removed. This "ship" will make itself old, and it no longer looks like a luxurious yacht, but like a ghost on the water.

The communication in the captain's cabin rang and went off again, and the marks belonging to the ship disappeared from the charts and satellites.

There are satin-like white clouds floating in the sky, waves washing over the hull, the ship moves forward steadily in this vast world, seagulls flutter down from the sky, take a nap on the mast, and then fly away with wings.

Lenat rested his chin, as if talking to himself: "...don't worry, we will go to New York sooner or later."

Until then, let his cutie stay in New York.

As long as she sees herself, she will understand...where should her sharp sword point...and why should she fight...

……

Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

Jason's eyes were broken, and he looked at the opposite wall silently, guessing in his heart whether it was a stain or his own blood.

He didn't bother to count how many times this was the clown's torture, and he couldn't tell whether it was night or dusk in Gotham, but he realized vaguely that it didn't rain in Gotham today.

The sound of the pattering rain sometimes penetrates everything. He wakes up in the sound of the rain, and falls into a coma because of the sound of the rain. The rain is his only friend and the eternal theme of Gotham.

Every time he was convinced that he was going to die, but no, no, no...

The clown is indeed very powerful, he accurately controlled Jason's life and death, he grabbed the young Robin by the neck again, lifted him up, and said with a smirk: "My dear Robin, the little bat loves Gotham more than Love you! For Bat, we are all his nourishment for Gotham!"

"But what he has to do in the end is to sacrifice himself, come on dear, let your pain speed up his madness!" the madman said viciously, "after all, your whole family is mad."

"Bat will kill you..." Jason's vision was blurred, but he still mocked, "Absolutely."

...The next round of torture came as he expected.

The author has something to say:

Think of a small theater.

One day Jason came home and greeted Pillow: Hello, Pillow

Pillow: hello jason

Jason:!

I really want to give the hanger that was opened for Lainate to Er Tong, so that his pillow can really chat with him... But this hanger is for Lainate, so I really want to beat Lainate.