[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

[I'm not good at this, but you can give it a try. 】

Natch tilted his head and looked at Bruce with a low "grunt", his golden pupils were lit with fire, as if they had been burned in a raging fire.

The projected fonts are dark blue, and they present a faint discrete state, symbolizing Nach's wandering thoughts.

However, ZKR doesn't have much memory, Siko can't speak, and Faceless Owl says he can't tell a story, leaving Naqi to seriously think about what story to tell.

It thought for a while, jumped off Bruce's lap, and slowly circled around the campfire.

[This story begins in a sparse forest. 】

Accompanied by the vague "grunt" sound from the kitten's throat, the words continued to appear.

The words drift along the bonfire, seemingly flying, but they can be seen clearly by everyone.

[In the early days, this land was not what it is now. Most of the villages were surrounded by mountains and forests, or even hidden in the forest.The story takes place in a grove that is not far from human habitation. 】

[There is a wooden house in the woods, and there is a lonely little girl living here. Her appearance has never been seen before, and her height is about 12 years old.Sometimes, there will be people with hoods and robes coming here, with the breath of the outside.When they come, they don't leave. 】

[The girl thinks that they are all her grandmas. These grandmas are fierce and have changeable personalities, but the little girl doesn't care, she likes her grandmas every day. 】

[The girl really loves her grandma very much. 】

【She will always remember, in the very beginning, a woman helped her wake up, and the woman told her that to love is to have. 】

[So she walked through the fog and strange rooms, fell asleep in the shadows of the forest, and was taken home by an old woman to take care of her. In the afternoon, the little girl told the old woman that she was homeless, and the old woman Said that he could be the little girl's grandma. 】

[At night, on the branches of the moon, the girl remembered the teardrops she tasted between her lips and teeth, which were incomparably delicious, enough to penetrate into the bone marrow. 】

[Love is possession. 】

Naqi described, frowning slightly.It doesn't agree with this.

crackle.

Sparks jumped.

There was a faint howl of wolves in the distance.

[She paints her lips with the bright red her grandmas gave her.Ask for even more and craft a bright red hood. 】

[Everyone will call her 'the little girl in the red hat' from now on. 】

Naqi tilted his head following the dancing flames, as if he was puzzled by this strange name, but the words continued to fly in front of everyone.

[One time at a time, every day is in circulation.Until one day, a change came, this time...]

【…It was the lady who helped her wake up. 】

The text stopped there.

"and then?"

While the length of the story is determined by the storyteller, Tim couldn't resist asking.

Little Red Bird added 108 subsequent developments of the story in his mind. He can be sure that this story is not over yet, and it has not even officially begun.

Naqi was almost assimilated by the flames, and his golden eyes turned to look in Tim's direction.

[The lady sent her a sister, or more. 】

[They all like the moon. 】

[They need too much red paint, too much.The village, and everything else, turned red.So there will be no new grandmother.The orange flames turned black, and their ashes and the witch slept next to each other until the next full moon. 】

Very short story.

Tim came back to his senses and asked involuntarily, "Adapted from a real story?"

[We never lie. 】

Naqi sat on the edge of the campfire with his tail curled up. His tail was curled up with his front paws, his body leaned forward, and the tip of his nose was slightly closer to the firelight, as if he was absorbing the heat.

"Is making up a story out of thin air count as lying?" Damian asked Faceless Owl. "For you."

The Faceless Owl shook its head, meaning unknown.

Does it count, or is it not sure either?

Damian wondered.

"Shouldn't this be the 'Red Hood' we know belongs to the book?" Aziraphale asked softly.

Crowley: "Don't tell me you're afraid of this?"

"I'm just curious about this," Aziraphale paused for a moment to choose his words: "This story."

"A little girl who was awakened as an ogre because of some witch's experiment. She ran away and fell into a coma on the road. After waking up, the little girl was hungry, so she ate the old man who helped her, and then the sacrifices from the village. , as well as the incomparable demon hunters and witches. One day the witch found her and brought more test items, and they bloodbathed the village."

Crowley pursed his lips and spread his hands innocently.

"How easy to guess. In the end, a witch destroyed them, but the villagers burned the witch. In those days, beautiful women could be burned for no reason, just because 'the witch brought the plague.'"

"But this is not a simple story, it's true." Angel lowered his voice further, "This is what it has seen and heard."

"blah~blah~blah~" the devil slammed his mouth to deal with it, "There should be a last sentence in this story: the witch's black cat is watching." As he said, his eyes glided over the little black cat.

"The little black cat hid under the floor and watched everything. It was so small that no one could find it. In the light and heat of the flames, it left along the secret passage under the floor. The ashes of the witch, walking into the woods without looking back."

The devil spread his hands: "The perfect ending."

The angel pondered for a moment in silence, then asked again: "This is not your 'merit', right?"

"Of course not, you know how I write reports."

Out of ten, nine percent is vacation and half is water, and half of the time is about lunch with the angel.

"I don't have time to do things. I told you a long time ago. Oh ~ for hell's sake, human beings are the most creative creatures when it comes to war and massacre." As he spoke, the demon shook his legs repeatedly. A finger, as if a bunch of things were wriggling there.

Angel: ...showing disgust.

Naqi, who was by the bonfire, suddenly turned around, and the words almost hit the devil's face.

[Humans are not. 】

"That's because you were born too late, cutie." Crowley smiled coyly, fake, "Aziraphale and I both know the human who invented the quick-acting beheading machine. Tell me You may not believe it, but we often learn from humans in this regard to enrich Hell's... business." Smile.

The angel who has been watching humans for thousands of years: "...Don't lean on me." Shake it off.

There were some subtle changes in the atmosphere, but Dick didn't seem to notice it, and said with a smile, "I'm sure Batman must have enriched you a lot."

Thanks Konstantin for that gossip.

Now Batman's interrogation techniques are truly famous all over the world, known to both "heaven" and "underground".

Crowley looked from Bruce to Dick.

"Oh... well, sure. Want a medal or something?"

Bruce tells him to shut up with a look.

However, the old snake expressed that he was not afraid at all with a writhing hand~

This thing twisted so much like a snake, the humans said they didn't see it, and turned their heads sideways.

"Who's next?"

Damian asked, he was in good spirits, he leaned against the faceless owl's fur, his critical eyes swept over his brothers, as if he was picking the next sacrifice.

"I think you deserve a beating." Jason's teeth were itchy when he saw this brat.

But Dick was still patting him on the shoulder, and Dickie said, "Calm down, Jaybird, this kid is your big baby."

In fact, he suspected that Jason might not be responsible for Damian's character.Bat is just a scapegoat, and Jason is the real self-inflicted.

"..." Can you forget about it?

Jason was expressionless.

How on earth did I raise such a bear thing?

Jason fell into self-doubt, but soon, when he saw Bruce, he was relieved.The milk is not good?impossible.Must be some damn curse on Batman's genes.

Humph.

Jie Niao firmly believes that he is the one who takes the blame.

A pot was placed on the bonfire, and fish broth was boiled in it.

Naqi is not afraid of fire, he stepped on the wooden frame very calmly, stirring with a long-handled spoon in his mouth.

One, two, three.

"Aren't you guilty?" The devil couldn't stand it anymore.

Bruce said he wasn't guilty at all: "It's the most delicious."

"Cuckoo." The Faceless Owl made a sound.

Then the tentacles made letters: [I also have a story.Maybe it's not a horror story, but I want to say it. 】

Dick made a "please" gesture.

[This story also happened in the woods.Just on the edge of the city. 】

[The protagonist is a boy.Maybe eight or nine years old?Maybe already a teenager.Sorry, I'm not sensitive about human age. 】

The tentacles were twitching around Damian, dangling back and forth.

[Probably about half a head shorter than him. 】

Reference Damian: ...for the sake of you being fluffy.

"9 to 13 years old is possible." Dick thought for a while.

The bear kid eats and drinks well, exercises properly, and has good genes. Don't look at being ridiculed for being short of height at home all day. If you compare it with your peers, Damian is definitely tall.

The Faceless Owl nodded slightly in agreement.

The tentacles continued to spell letters: [The little boy often goes out in the middle of the night, no one knows that he sneaks out of the house every night after his parents fall asleep, and goes to the distant woods.Sometimes he uses candles, sometimes cards, with words in his mouth.They are all words related to 'my lord' and 'hatred'. 】

[The 'lord' he wants to serve is looking down at him, and he is destined to know nothing about it. 】

The Faceless Owl paused, and spread its tentacles slightly, as if expressing its confusion.

[One day, the kid brought his... classmate?and so on.He tied his classmate to a pile of firewood and told him about his sins.Bullying classmates, framing others, insulting and abuse, ignorance and shamelessness.He read a lot of words from a piece of A4 paper, and it is certain that he did not understand the true meaning of most of them. 】

"Boot site," Tim muttered.

Crowley immediately agreed: "Yes! The Internet. That's a brilliant idea~ Hell, we demons never thought that the communication version could be used like this."

Tim: "..." That's not the communication version.

The demon looked at the little animal again.

"I guess you must not surf the Internet often, I am different, angels and demons are not restricted by physics, we can go in and play directly ~ sometimes we will encounter some interesting things, such as the AI ​​system in the Stark Tower ...It actually complained about me, saying that the same shirt looks better on other Sir's." Complaint.

Angel: "..." Touching and coaxing?

The Faceless Owl calmly ignored the nagging demon, and continued to spell: [The little boy hopes to gain strength by sacrificing these 'pests', or, a powerful companion?He doused the dead branches with cooking oil, then threw a lit match. 】

[The black film made of tentacles stops the match. 】

[His 'sacrifice' screams.He cried and laughed.Then……】

The Faceless Owl raised itself up a bit, stretched its neck, and under Damian's comforting touch, it exploded its feathers again and relaxed into a pompom.

【A few days later.He set his own body on fire, right there in the same woods.Only, I had already left by then.The next time I saw him, it was in the white house.It's like Arkham there. 】

[He firmly believes that the problem is that the 'sacrifice' is not good enough. 】

[It has not changed so far. 】

The Faceless Owl tilted his head to look in Bruce's direction.

[That day, wouldn't it be better not to stop him? 】

But then the little boy would become a murderer, although considering the age, it doesn't seem so hopeless?

No, maybe that's the problem.

The birds are still thinking about their little entanglement, but Batman has already given the answer.

"It's great for you that you've done what you can," Bruce said. "A lot of times, we're just doing what we can. Anyway, when something happens When it is time, who is willing to make an effort, it is better than everyone pretending not to see it."

You're all superheroes, Demos, slimy angels and demons here, so you don't need to use the "please stay out of danger, running fast is a big help" rhetoric to civilians.

The Faceless Owl nodded.

It seems to understand, or it may just mean that it has heard.

Bruce changed the subject: "Maybe, next time, you can call the police immediately when he kidnaps his classmate." Then, he took out an anklet, "Nach also has a portable camouflaged mobile phone, want to try it? ?”

Naqi knew what it was: "...?"

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