Chaoying's Onmyoji Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The camera is in place, the lights are on, and the game is on.

Like all props, the treasure chests that have been swapped by the clown are quietly displayed in the maze, waiting to give people a huge surprise.It's just that what is hidden in this treasure box is not the result of victory prepared by the program team in advance, but a ticking tick...'little toy'.

Why are there cheers and fireworks in the game?How cheesy and corny that is.Games, of course, should be full of thrills, war and blood.

The clown lying in his special ward hummed a weird tune, and danced a weird dance with himself.The clown's arm hangs in the air, just like the waltz on the rooftop.

"I'm really looking forward to your expression after entering this game. Hahaha——"

The clown's eerie laughter was very ear-piercing, even the specially made and thickened walls of the independent ward could not prevent the sound from spreading to the surroundings.The other super-reverses who were locked in complained a few words in a low voice, but they didn't dare to speak too loudly.

Even madmen have distinct classes.They don't want to be suddenly strangled by the most terrifying lunatic rushing in.

The harsh and weird laughter can linger in Arkham, but it can't reach the distant recording studio.

Under the guidance of the staff, a group of guests put on blindfolds and stood in their positions, and started to break through the barrier after the program group gave instructions.

The director looked at a figure on the split screen through the monitor, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I'm really afraid that Roseanne will finish the level in ten minutes, and then we will have no material to cut again. ..."

After Rosanna left, Mr. Detective, who was sitting on a chair bored and idle, turned his head to look at the director after hearing this sentence. He raised his eyebrows, as if he was questioning the director's question just now.

In fact, although the director invited Sherlock as a so-called "consultant" by mistake, the director has a B number for himself and his program group.Mr. Detective is willing to come here, except that he just happens to be free, and it is purely because of the little rose that is swaying and blooming in the maze right now.Otherwise, why would a famous detective who usually deals with nobles, royal families, murderers, top secret agents, and unscrupulous wealthy businessmen be willing to come down to guide them...

So after receiving Sherlock's gaze, the director suddenly became nervous, and stammered and replied: "Because this kind of thing happened before. It was a Western European magic-themed program. As a result, Rosanna's speed in answering questions and breaking through levels It was all too fast, resulting in a very small amount of her shots in the end...Many viewers even wondered if we edited maliciously."

...As a result, after they released the tidbits, everyone fell silent.The program team has really worked hard, but there are only so many materials, and if you cut it again, it will become a ghost...

Later, the program team also reflected on their own mistakes at the discussion meeting, and regretted why they chose the theme of Western European magic.Could it be that Thor can't hold the hammer? ——And before they knew it, the evil god Loki was also rolling his eyes.

Speaking of this, the director's mood relaxed a little, and he even dared to joke in front of Sherlock: "Later, some audience members joked: We can't deify geniuses, but we can deify Roseanne."

"..." Mr. Holmes didn't make any obvious reaction to the director's joke, but if someone can muster up the courage to take a closer look, they can find a faint smile on those eyes that are brighter than the starry sky. .

Little Rose didn't know that the director was discussing herself with Mr. Detective. She just took off the blindfold under the prompt of the headset, and brushed her red hair that was accidentally messed up.While the red hair was pushed behind the ears by slender fingers, he looked around with those dark eyes, and tilted his head in disappointment, "I thought the person who set up the game would also come to participate in person What about games?"

How boring a one-man show without an opponent.

The director who recorded through the microphone and heard this sentence did not understand the meaning of Roseanne's sentence, but Sherlock could understand it.

——It was like although the clown didn't come to participate in this game, but the others did.

For example... the red-hooded Jason who is rushing here now.

Jason got the news when he was teaching some recalcitrant idiots in the underground empire.

Since Jason returned to Gotham under the name of Red Hood, the people of Gotham's underground empire hidden deep in secrets and hidden at the end of all darkness have received Jason's very polite 'greetings'.

Jason greeted everyone, hands-on.

People are afraid of Batman, because they all know how powerful Batman is; people are also afraid of the red hood, because they all know that the red hood is really going to die——

Under such circumstances, the idiot who suddenly started to act like a monster, the plan to deliberately leak his words, the confession after being beaten up...everything seemed so deliberate.The lunatic who was proud of being behind the scenes didn't even bother to cover himself up, so the clown launched a game to make himself happy.The participants were Red Hood who had already died once in Boom+Z, and the little girl who owed him a dance.

The audience is every innocent person present - the cameraman who is dedicatedly raising the camera and running, the director who is sitting in front of the monitoring screen and carefully controlling the situation, the male guest who is nervously touching his pocket and preparing to propose to his assistant after the show is over, The executive director who put his palms on his pregnant belly silently was thinking about when to share this news with everyone, and Mr. Detective who sat on the side and analyzed everyone's current feelings.

They are all the audience that the clown has brought for this game.

The clown could hardly contain his joy when he thought that everyone's face would have a painful expression that made him happy after a while.

The roses that have been hailed on the altar are actually the reason why countless people are doomed.Fun to think about.

In fact, Jason himself didn't know what he was thinking along the way.He thought of the little night light in the safe house, and the bouquet of roses that didn't have a name but still bloomed beautifully.

I also thought about the 'little toy' that was ticking in the box.

He knew who was responsible for such an obvious game, and he knew what that guy wanted.

Didn't the clown always like to see such plots?Hanging the sword of Damocles high above people's heads, looking at people's panicked expressions, and treating all other people's attempts to save them as a joke to adjust their lives.

Jason felt that when he and his 'mother' were locked up by the clown, Bruce also received these reminders like himself now.

Bruce was a step behind.Just one step.The red bird flying out of the bat cave fell into the abyss, buried under several handfuls of loess, and slept in a cold coffin.When he woke up again, he had become a lost wolf.

Bruce Wayne is late.

And Jason Todd will never allow this story to repeat itself.

Jason felt that probably no one could understand the feeling of explosion better than himself.

Ha, who let him have experienced this firsthand.In the end, he died because of it.

Jason even knew that this feeling of death was far less than what people thought it was... crisp.The ticking countdown is just the beginning, and the constantly beating numbers are the few remaining countdowns in your life. The pungent smell of fireworks is wandering around you like giggling demons.Your whole heart seems to be tightly gripped by a pair of big hands, and it seems to be cut open by some sharp weapon, and you can hear the whistling sound of the cold wind passing through the heart.

Jason jumped off the motorcycle he had snatched at random, and quickly peeled away the surprised crowd and ran towards the place surrounded by people.

"How did the red hood appear here?", "Did some guy from Gotham escape?!", "Why did he run to the set? What should we do? Call the police or call the Avengers?" Jason didn't care about the whispers of the people around him. After passing through the dazed people and the cold machine, he saw Rosanna.

The girl who gave him stars and flowers was holding a small treasure chest in her hand, and she was about to open the delicate lock on it with a leisurely expression.The tick-tock countdown sound continued, like the sound of the sword of Damocles falling slowly.

At this moment, Jason felt as if he had returned to the time when he just pushed the coffin away, forgetting the feeling of breathing.

Jason didn't even know what he had done, the subconscious reaction of his brain and the instinct of his body controlled him at the same time.By the time he came back to his senses and heard his frantically beating heartbeat, he had already kicked the box in Roseanne's hand far away, put Roseanne in his arms, and lay down in the posture of a guard. fell to the ground.

The surroundings were quiet, the dumbfounded guests, the sluggish program crew, the cameraman whose hands trembled violently and wondered whether he should continue to hold the camera, everyone was in a daze wondering whether they had accidentally strayed into another set...they It shouldn't be here, it should be under the car.

"..." Mr. Detective, who had been idle for half an hour, looked up at the place where everyone's eyes were focused, and twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably, "It seems that someone has lost their game."

Rosanna, who was almost completely buried by Jason's muscles, struggled to get half of her face out of Jason's arms, her dark eyes were full of confusion after her plan was suddenly disrupted, "What's wrong?" ?”

Although Rosanna felt that her brain was a little confused now, she still patted Jason's back lightly with her hands, as gentle as a kitten stepping on milk, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay , who bullied you, you tell me I will beat him—"

Speaking of this, Rosana's voice paused, and Little Rose put her slender fingers on Jason's back, which had been broken by the clown, and said with some embarrassment, "I think I know..."

Rosanna struggled again from Jason's iron-like arms, pointed to the two of them, and whispered guiltily, "Are you looking for this?"

After hearing Rosanna's voice, Jason barely raised his eyes to look in the direction she was pointing.The little thing that was ticking down was sitting at their feet, but—

All kinds of strange things have been tied up on it, a string of ink dots left by the judge's pen, a few paw prints left by a cat or a dog or a fox, a few strings wrapped around it, and painted walls. The large stone covering it, the half mask covered with spiritual energy, and the enchantment thrown by the little onmyoji that looks as thin as a cicada's wing but is indestructible...

The small toy that was originally only half the size of a fist has now become the size of an open palm.

"Uh," Rosanna stammered in an unprecedented guilty tone, "I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would be worried, but I didn't expect you to know..."

Didn't this cause his PTSD again? !Who said that!Unwanted tongues can be donated to others! !

Just like the dance on the rooftop, all the plans of this game have been subtly changed at the beginning.Rosanna had already known the clown's recent movements through the smoke and reincarnation incense she had buried in Arkham Asylum, and she didn't mind turning the dial as last time, turning the clown who should have been a hunter into her target , turning himself who should have been the prey into a hunter.

...The premise is that this matter should not be known to others.Rosanna looked at Red Hood and sighed wistfully.

Mr. Detective, who finally got up from his chair, shrugged his shoulders after hearing this. Did Roseanne just not want others to worry about her, or was she also worried that she would not be able to enjoy herself after telling others...these details Probably only Roseanne herself and the 'accomplice' Sherlock know.

"..."

Rosanna is the only player who survived to the end in this episode, and the small box that Rosanna planned to open just now is a treasure chest that symbolizes the final victory.

——Although it has been kicked by Jason now.

The director is afraid of Sherlock Holmes, because Holmes can see through everyone's experience according to the rumors-it is said that he can even tell who was with whom last night; the director is also afraid of the red hood. Like a guy who can hit ten.

The cowardly director looked at the three people standing in the corner miserably, and frantically waved to his staff, telling everyone to retreat quickly.

Immortals fight, immortals fight, out of place, out of place.

Not only the director feels headaches, but Roseanne herself is also very worried now. She carefully sits beside the red hood, trying to comfort the other party who has been hit hard, "Don't be angry, okay? How about I pick you stars again? ? Two?"

Little Rose's tone sounded very gentle, but in fact, the groundhog had already started screaming in her heart: Why did Jason, who has a psychological shadow, know about this! !She could have had so much fun! !

Red Hood sat on the ground, buried his face between his knees, and didn't respond.He seemed more autistic than Peter, who was reluctant to talk.

"Uh..." Rosanna, who didn't get a response, spoke again, "Three?"

Red Hood remained motionless.

Rosanna bit her lips nervously with her teeth, and continued to increase the number hesitantly: "How about three stars and one bouquet of roses?"

While speaking, Little Rose Bengui opened her arms and gestured, what kind of concept is a "big bunch".

After hearing this sentence, Red Hood moved. He raised his eyes and glanced at Rosanna and asked, "A large bouquet of roses?"

Standing near the two of them watching the whole process, Sherlock closed his eyes and covered his forehead, "Do you mean that Rosanna can be deified?"

Her IQ is just like Mrs. Hudson's driving skills, with "ups and downs" and twists and turns. When she is smart, she can be tough with clowns. When she is stupid, she almost sells herself without knowing it.

——Actually, Sherlock, who has similar problems with Rosanna, cannot accurately evaluate Rosanna.Had Dr. Watson been present, he would have corrected Mr. Holmes: "IQ has little to do with EQ, just like you."

In Rosanna's plan, this was supposed to be another fight between herself and the clown. She didn't like this kind of game where everyone was used as a bargaining chip, but he didn't mind using this method to crush a lunatic.

But now——Rosanna lowered her head and glanced at the red hood as if nothing had happened, and after seeing that the other party didn't notice her small movements, she gave another silent glance.

Until Jason lazily said, "I've seen it all."

"……Oh."

The clown can really grasp people's weaknesses. He knows the fears and weaknesses in people's hearts, so he uses them.

However, the use may not only bring anger and pain, but may also heal.

Rosana's hand rested lightly on Red Hood's scarred back, but this time Jason didn't dodge, Rosana said in a very soft but very firm voice: "You saved me. Don't be afraid .”

After hearing these words, Jason's hands suddenly trembled, and after violent trembling, he finally calmed down, "...um."

You arrived, you made it.

Rosanna got the call from Tony outside Arkham.

"Finally answered the phone?" Tony on the other end of the communicator teased, he didn't know what happened on the set just now, so his tone was very relaxed, "How is the recording of the show?"

"Good," Roseanne replied, staring at the asylum. "A good recording session. Are you in the mansion?"

"Nonono, a group of foreign visitors came suddenly," Tony said helplessly, "It looks like they are the men of the Galactus that Thor and the others met in Asgard before."

"Let's go and deal with it." Speaking of this, Tony smiled, "That fellow Superman just happened to be there, don't worry, I will definitely help you persuade him, and strive for him to recognize Clark as soon as possible."

Clark: "...I feel like I'm being targeted."

Steve shrugged, "Just get used to it."

The moment the phone was hung up, Yanyanluo and Huihunxiang approached at the same time, lying on Luosanna's shoulders, "Sir, shall we continue to monitor him?"

"No." Rosanna brushed her messy red hair behind her ears, her tone was calm, "Just delete the number."

Neither Yanyanluo nor Huihunxiang would object to the request of their master Onmyoji, and the thick smoke opened up again, quietly isolating the hospital full of lunatics.

The clown was dancing when Rosanna saw him.It's still the dance music on the rooftop, and it's still the same dance steps.The clown's hands were hanging in the air, as if he was still holding a dance partner in his arms.

"Are you here?" After the dance music ended, the clown put down his arm and turned to look at Rosanna.

He still had the oil paint of the clown pattern on his face, with such an exaggerated and weird smile, the clown seemed to be smiling no matter what.But now—he seemed genuinely delighted by Roseanne's presence.

And it is true.Because soon he burst into a piercing laugh, "I'm so glad you're here."

"When this little toy was thrown back by that big bird," the clown pointed to the ticking little toy in the corner, with a chain made of words hanging from it, "I think if you don't come, What a pity."

"Isn't it a pity that I don't come to be a witness?" Rosanna studied the clown's specially-made ward with interest, and replied slowly, "How appropriate to return your gift to you."

Roseanne knew very well that in the clown's plan, everyone on the set today would turn into a bright red firework as the countdown reached zero.They will become fragmented with their unspoken words and love and hatred still hidden in their hearts. — Just like what Jason once experienced.

The clown let out a low laugh, "It's appropriate, it's very appropriate." Isn't it an interesting ending to die in one's own game?

"And I also really want to know, after that guy knows what you have done, how will he react?"

Everyone knows that the Joker is talking about Batman.

Of course Rosanna knew it too, but Little Rose made an X-shaped rejection gesture with her arms, "If you still want to talk about the big truths about good and evil, I hope we can stop here. Don't act like It’s like we’re trying to figure out how long it takes.”

"First of all, you prepared the bomb yourself, and there must be basic laws for touching porcelain; secondly—" the huge platycodon pattern stretched out at Rosanna's feet, "I don't plan to watch this scene in Gotham either."

Borrow the realm of the gods on the plateau, and adjust the realm of the underworld with the flowers of the other side.

"I can hang up with my ability, why can't I make good use of it?"

"Hahaha——" the clown waved his arms and began to applaud, "I like you so much, little toy."

"And I also left you an even more surprising gift—" The clown turned his finger, pointing to the surroundings where there is no one but smoke quietly surging, "This gift, the little girl you sent They don't know anything."

"It will definitely surprise you. After all, it has something to do with what you care most about."

Rosanna's pupils shrank suddenly, and she took a step forward, "You said—"

The clown didn't give Roseanna any chance to ask questions. After saying that, he suddenly grabbed the chain on the small toy and yanked it.The countdown was already coming to an end, and it was only because of the bondage of the chain that it did not explode. With the end of the ticking sound and the surge of heat, the big tengu's wings suddenly opened, wrapping Rosanna in it like a cute cocoon. "The last game, cute little toy." The clown said with a conceited smile.

The people who care the most——

Rosanna's brain was spinning rapidly, and she started to find out her communicator while nestling in the big tengu's arms, and the other end was connected quickly.

"Hmm, what's the matter? We just finished our mission, you didn't go for a walk in any weird place, did you?"

"...No. I'm staying in my own territory." Rosanna said while looking back at the half of God's Domain that she had just opened.

God's Domain was released by her, so of course it should be regarded as her territory, right?

"Oh, by the way, we're planning to go out for dinner, you want to—" Tony's voice paused when he said this, Iron Man shifted the perspective of his suit, stared suspiciously at the red light on the far street corner, and whispered He muttered, "It's so strange, why did this little witch suddenly come out?"

"..." Tony's tone still revealed the relief after completing the task, but Rosanna on the other side felt an inexplicable chill.Little Rose blurted out almost instinctively, "Tony, get out of there!"

There was no answer from Tony on the other end of the communicator.

There was only a beep interrupting the connection.

When the little Onmyoji arrived, she only learned about the accident that happened just now from the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"...The reversal curse released after the power ran amok?"