[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

The corridor was dark, except for the broken light overhead that fell on the floor, reflecting broken spots of light.The way they came in has disappeared, leaving only this corridor.Numerous doors spread out around it, like one story after another, waiting for their arrival with bated breath.

"Dick?" Wade called, stepping up to him. "Don't get lost here."

"No." His voice was deep, and he turned to look at Wade, "Because I know, you will be here waiting for me."

"That's provocative, keep it somewhere else," Wade said, "I'm going in with you."

Dick froze for a moment.

"Why are you in a daze? Is it so difficult to understand?" Wade laughed, "Hypnos, the sleepy god, I know him very well. I guess his power was abused by others, not his original intention, because He can't do that stuff."

Dick asked, "How can you be so sure?"

Wade spread his hands: "He is very timid, and he is usually gentle. The most important thing is that they have followed me for thousands of years, and I understand them."

Who in Hades dares to provoke Hades?Except, of course, the God of Ferry, Caron, who was dazzled by love.It looks like he'll have to go back to Hades, and the twins of sleep and death may be in a bind.

"His ability is very powerful among the gods, and he once confused Zeus," Wade explained to Dick, "but on the contrary, it has the most obvious loophole. As long as the mind is not disturbed by illusions, there will be no substantial harm. "

Wade said as he walked to the first door.

"If you find out what's wrong, you can get out of here—"

Dick took a step forward and took his hand, and they unlocked the door together.A burst of dazzling white light almost pierced people's tears.Wade's eyes were covered by Dick's other hand, and for a moment, when he let go, the two appeared on the busy street.There was a lot of excitement here, the voices of people were boiling, and the passing pedestrians squeezed the two of them and staggered.Dick's eyes widened. "They're just like real people."

His words came to an abrupt end, because they were under the night sky, and in front of them were all kinds of small lights, which were dotted on small white pillars in a string, and they formed a circle, decorating a pleasant atmosphere, and laughter floated in the air Voice.Dick turned around. There were several colorful tents behind him. Small colorful flags were stuck on the corners of the tents, fluttering in the night wind like a fish's tail with the sound of whistles.Pedestrians walked past them holding leaflets and smiling, and the screams of children came from all directions.

A clown on a unicycle amuses the boys surrounding him by tossing a ball.A boy picked up a little whistle that hung around his neck and ran past Dick, knocking him staggering, and he woke up suddenly.

"This is the night of the circus," he murmured, looking at the flyers he was still holding firmly in his hand, which had miraculously become brand new, "tonight."

Wade shook his head at him.

But the door to leave here has disappeared, and they are no different from any audience on the scene.Dick knew they had no choice but to watch the show.

"'The Flying Graysons' - Today, we have the best show for you!"

Admission begins.Dick's fingers were cold, but Wade's hand slipped into his without a sound, holding him: "Let's go in."

Dick gave him a forced smile.

"Don't laugh, Dick," Wade said, "It's not necessary."

The person whose name was called restrained his smile and became silent.

They walked into the performance venue with the crowd.It was a big stage, and the lights were not turned on. They groped in the dark to find a place to sit down.There was only the sound of rustling cloth rubbing beside them. Someone was sitting behind them, and a childish voice suddenly came from their left: "Hi, sir, can I change seats with you?"

As soon as his voice fell, the lights of the stage were suddenly turned on, shining towards the very center, where the host with a clown face was standing, and the warm applause hit, almost drowning out the voices of the people who had just spoken.Wade lowered his head, unexpectedly seeing a shrunken version of Tim Drake, he looked at Wade a little timidly.

"Of course," he said, putting Tim in his seat, and he moved to Dick's right.

It felt odd, especially since the boy on the left, so young that he looked like a ball of marshmallow, was his brother.Dick knew Tim had been to the show, but was there such a coincidence?He is sitting here?

"Where are your parents?" Wade asked.

Tim gave him a wary look: "I got separated from them, but they will definitely be waiting for me at the door."

Wade took out half of the candy from his pocket and put it in Tim's palm: "Here you are."

"Thanks, thank you," Tim said, "the show is about to start." He put the candy back in his pocket and didn't touch it.

The host began to introduce the history of the Grayson family with an exaggerated voice. They have toured countless times and created the myth of trapeze people. They are the famous Grayson family. Today, they will perform fancy somersaults in the air without any safety measures. Surprisingly, the youngest boy of the Grayson family also played together——

Cheers erupted, and someone screamed and booed.But the people around Wade didn't respond, he just sat there.

"...Mum promised me fruit candy for me after this show," said Dick suddenly, "but the world of grown-ups is complicated, always mixed with lies and helplessness. Because we work in the circus, our family Living in an RV, when there is no show, we have to drive around. In the off-season, we will live in road hotels because the price is cheap. In the hot season, we can only find a vacant lot, and sometimes we will be woken up by the police in the middle of the night , let's 'go to another place, rubbish!', how to say, this is my childhood."

Wade looked at him sideways.

"My parents have been very good to me, except for the fact that they can't always keep their promises, but I don't blame them. I just wonder if adults are like this. I hope I don't become an adult," Dick buried his face In the palm of my hand, the voice was dull, "At Christmas, they would say to me 'Stay here obediently, and bring you delicious food when you come back', usually the tour ends very late, all the shops are closed, I never I haven't waited for what I hoped for. Then I would think 'If only I could perform with them! Will I not miss the appointment again?', I have been waiting, waiting for the day when I will be on stage, hoping They promised not to miss their appointments again, but look, what a fool I am, what am I waiting for?"

"It's not your fault, Dick."

"Am I being too greedy? If it's greed to ask for promises to be fulfilled, then I don't want any guarantees from others." Dick said, "The price of this candy is too heavy. I don't want to be a grown-up, but On this night, on this stage, I was forced to mature my mind and become someone I couldn't have imagined."

"You must find me annoying," he added.

"No, never." Wade looked at his profile. "Your past, good or bad; happy or sad, I want to know. Because they make you up, Dick."

"Candy is delicious," Tim said suddenly. "Thank you."

Wade looked at the boy in surprise, and the boy shrank back in embarrassment. In fact, he didn't eat candy.

"Sorry," he muttered, "I didn't mean to hear that."

"Sir, although I don't understand what you're talking about, there's no need to be too sad." After careful consideration, Tim still chose to say, "Aren't you sitting here now? Is there anything more important than the progress?" ?”

Wade suddenly laughed, Hypnos is really a man who can take advantage of loopholes.He wove a trap for Dick. Once he was deeply trapped in his past emotions, he would never be able to leave this world, but at the same time, Sleep God carefully added some details to the dream.He is a confidant of Hades, the king of the underworld. Of course, he didn't plan to lose his job if he was held hostage.

Dick was awakened by this sentence.His eyes were illuminated by lights, and exclamations came from the stage, and someone fell into the sky like a shot bird——

He knew his parents were going to be gone, but Dick didn't take another look from the stands.

When he was young, he was crying on the high stage, with tears in his eyes, shining brightly under the stage lights, screaming in pain at the top of his voice, and lying on the stage in despair. It was a nightmare he would never forget.The bodies of his parents were lying in a pool of blood under the stage, and the death suddenly came unexpectedly.Amidst all the uproar, the man behind them suddenly stood up and walked down the stairs to the stage, his face illuminated by the lights, was young Mr. Bruce Wayne.

Dick will be adopted by him, to another ending, to a life that is more open than the original.

"Death doesn't mean the end, Dick. On the contrary, it can mean new life," Wade said. "It's so obvious that you don't know it."

In the midst of the chaos, Bruce hugged Dick in the center of the stage, the little boy weeping on his shoulder.

"Of course. Hello, bye, next," Dick said softly. "Is there anything else you want to show me?"

The next moment, they appeared out of thin air in an open space swept by cold wind.It was silent and solemn here.The gloomy dark clouds pressed down, and with the storm that swept everything, the raindrops fell heavily and landed on the opened black umbrella.The wind messed up Dick's hair, and Wade couldn't open his eyes. It was really a heavy rain, and it was as sudden as the message Dick received in this scene.

The tombstone in front of him was very familiar, but the bouquet of flowers placed in front of it was withered by the wind and rain, and it did not return to its original appearance.Just like the child who was always stubborn, unyielding, and regarded Dick as a competitor, he was lying in the graveyard so peacefully.He didn't accept Dick's apology, and the petals were torn directly in the storm, swept away, and were hit by raindrops in the mud.

"Jason." Dick lowered his head and stared at the tombstone, "This is his original resting place."

He wasn't a good brother, never was.When Jason was not killed by the clown and was still Robin, when they never got along well, one always hated the other unnecessarily. Get angry with a kid who stole his Robin nickname.

He mocked Jason for deliberately dyeing his hair black in order to look more like him. He should have had red hair, and he scoffed at Jason's punk temperament brought about by being born in Gotham's crime alley. Blame the pain of giving up on Jason, ignoring the care and adoration that the kid had concealed clumsily when he first met him.

Dick completely screwed it all up.

Just when Jason was tortured by the clown for nine months and needed him the most, he was like a fool, he didn't know anything, he was still on missions with his teammates, and maybe even when the other party was beaten, he was drinking, Drinking, socializing, knowing nothing.He didn't know about it until Jason was dead for a long time.He saved the world, but he couldn't even protect his own brother, so what's the use?From that moment on, he swore he would never let his family be harmed in his life.

"It's all my fault," Dick said softly, "I know he's lying here because of the clown. But, I shouldn't have treated Jason that badly before. Let him take all the bad The memory is buried here. I was not a good brother, and that is my eternal regret."

"Does that bother you?" Wade asked.

"Of course," Dick smiled, and gently touched the tombstone with his hand, "it's just that people have to look forward. I'm lucky enough to have a chance to make up for it. In this virtual dream, I pretend to regret dropping a few drops Tears, is it too hypocritical? Jason is alive, and I have plenty of time to let him reintegrate into the family."

The picture in front of them gradually became blurred, and when the white light dissipated, they returned to this corridor.None of Dick's regrets, pains, or sorrows could hold him back.The dream weaved for him no longer resisted, and could only bring him back to the original point.

"You really have the purest souls among the many humans I've ever seen," Wade said, "I really want to eat you up."

Dick's eyes widened: "Where did you learn the lines!"

"Just kidding," Wade smiled, with the evilness of Pluto, "how is it, is it much easier?"

"Scared me to death, you're so horrible," muttered Dick, running his hands through his hair and stroking it back, "I thought you were a real cannibal."

"I don't eat people," Wade said, "I just bite people."

He meant that he was fierce.

But obviously, Dick misunderstood intentionally. He pulled down his shirt and pointed to his collarbone: "Please, bite here. Just like the first time you met me, I know you have been coveting me for a long time, don't let go Pass me, Lord Hades."

"...Stop pretending." Wade helped him pull up his clothes helplessly, "You know it was the plane's fault the first time, right?"

"You did that, too," Dick said with a stifled smile. "I was so scared."

"Seriously, do you want to pursue this with me? I haven't asked you what you thought at the time. It's a pity that there is not enough space for you to play with my face on the plane. Playing Tetris between the seats, right? And, you know, the next thing I had was a paranormal in my new mansion because of the blood and the Winchester brothers—”

Stop, stop, can't let Wade continue talking.Because the more he talked, the latter gradually lost control of his emotions, and Dick didn't want to be fired on the spot.

He immediately said, "I'm going to kiss you."

As soon as Dick finished speaking, he leaned over and pecked Wade's lips like a bird.The latter managed to physically seal all complaints.

Forget it, everyone is mine now, so what else do I care about.Wade said heartily.

But in the next moment, Dick's breath disappeared out of thin air, and dust as light as a feather fell on the tip of his nose.

Wade was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Hypnos!" There was no response.The fog came like a torrent, submerging Wade.

There was a dead silence all around, and the darkness gradually engulfed the entire corridor, everything became pitch black, and nothing could be seen.Wade took a few steps forward and felt the shallow water ripple under his feet.His heart sank, he walked forward, and called again: "Dick!"

There was no sound, only the dull, cold sound of water under his feet.He gradually got used to the darkness, and he could clearly see black poplars and fruitless coconut trees planted somewhere in front of him. The scene here was all too familiar. This is the edge of the River Styx——

"Dick?" Wade called again.As expected, there was no response.An unprecedented panic gripped his heart, he felt like he was walking on the edge of a cliff, the sound of water amplified infinitely in his ears, trying to penetrate into his brain everywhere, whispering.

"Go away," he whispered.They disappear.

Wade calmed down and continued walking.The hazy group of aconitums in the original place was getting closer and closer to him, and the crystal leaves lit up the darkness, making the surroundings appear a kind of moonlight white, and the whole space was set off by such soft light, which seemed like a dream but not a dream. Walked onto the shore, leaving traces on the soft soil.A few branches fell on the ground in a mess, and they were part of the withered poplar, because they were also shriveled, black and thin.There are scratches in the dirt.

It's too familiar, everything is too familiar, Wade will never forget, this is where he has been.

—This is where he woke up from the banks of the River Styx.

With a mood that he couldn't even imagine, he sat next to the poplar branch in a daze, almost unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

Is this his dream?Or, is this the real thing, and the previous him was just dreaming?

He picked up the poplar branch on the ground and looked at the ground.It was the handwriting he wrote when he was bored and almost went crazy, it was exactly the same, nothing changed.He wrote "Pandora" and "organs" and "superheroes" on it...

There are still many strokes, recording hundreds of nights, his head is empty, sitting here without knowing the passage of time.He is like duckweed, not knowing who he is and where he should go.All he had in his head were bits and pieces of vocabulary and whispers that almost drove him crazy.The voices lasted only for a while, then they sighed away, and he fell into yet another dead silence.There are no living things, no sounds, and no senses sitting here. Any sound of water flow will make him mistakenly think that someone has appeared.

But no, even the wind is unwilling to take pity on this place.The dry air was intertwined with the humidity of the water, making the surface of the River Styx a mist of small water droplets.Wade was sleepy, and he started to sleep.Close your eyes at night, open them again, it's still night, sleepless.He could only stare at the water in a daze.

He felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things.But the memory brought only throbbing pains and flashes of white light in his head, so he gave up.As time went on, he started thinking on purpose because it caused pain, it made him feel alive, that he existed, that he wasn't one with the darkness, that he wasn't something like them.

He has to find a way to get out of here.But how to leave?In the past, he thought hard.

Now, he is standing in a familiar place, does it mean that he has never left?Dick and Jason Roy are just products of his fantasy?

Wade couldn't stop the thought.It's all too much like the most likely outcome—

His memory is too confused, so imagining some impossible things is what he will do.

"Is anyone there?" he said softly.

But only the sound of running water.