[Zhongyingmei] The Spirit Master is backstabbing again

If you have to ask, how does Annabel feel about the new name she just got...

That is probably:

Unscrupulous entrepreneurs force ghosts to work overtime

The scum girl forced Yu to change her name to achieve her goal

Summary: rely on.I'm such a fucking devil.

If it wasn't for the fact that the outside world couldn't hear the voices in the system backpack, Annabel even felt that she would hear a huge and crazy laughter from Valak.

——And in order to dispel Annabelle's negative emotions, Selinya also gave her... it, a series of extra encouragements.

Look at the shoulder-length dark blond hair in a herringbone braid—bloody

Look at the glass bead-like big eyes that occupy one third of the whole face, made of plastic

Look at this superb business realm where you can still evoke bright red lips and continue to smile even though you are in a bad mood - after all, you are imprisoned on a doll, and you can't change your expression

Look at that well-placed slap-laughing face - so why the hell did the group of believers who sacrificed their souls to him before choose to use dolls as containers instead of Iron Man's advanced scale model? !Otherwise it would be reduced to what it is now.

In short, Annabelle can definitely succeed in becoming the most haunted 'Alice' of the Mad Hatter.

The brainwashing spiritualist Selinya spoke a bunch of technical terms, and the final conclusion was roughly equal to: "You deserve this new name, go now."

Annabelle: ...Although it [seemed] to be praised from many angles and angles, she was not happy about it at all.

And I'm not sure if it's an illusion, but Annabelle always feels that her boss is actually saying [You have been strengthened, send it quickly].

... But, of course, then Annabelle did go, too.

After all, Annabelle was very self-aware, and she was sure that she couldn't beat Selinya.

but.It can beat the following two ordinary people without superpowers.

...After all, it is specialized in the field of transferring contradictions.

To be a ghost is to learn to be able to bend—still bend, always bend.

Although he heard what the Mad Hatter was doing, Elliott didn't respond much.

Thomas Elliott, the man who claims to be silent, is actually Bruce Wayne's childhood friend.A lunatic...Because he was too jealous of Bruce, he crazily observed and imitated him, and even did plastic surgery to look like him.

Silence, a criminal who murdered his parents in order to inherit hundreds of millions of property, and thought he was "taking the career path", and a criminal like the Mad Hatter probably belonged to a different category of madness.

It is impossible for them to understand each other, only to use each other.

After all—the Mad Hatter's brain wave controller, which can hypnotize and control others with only sound waves, is indeed very easy to use. Not only can it create a large number of civilian thugs, but it can even remotely control people to kill each other.

All he needs to do is hook up the public address system of an invading city and he can create a hell.

"Have you seen the witch who is very popular in New York City recently?" After careful selection, the Mad Hatter finally selected the little Alice among the young girls who best suits his aesthetics, and slowly stretched out his hand He signaled the other party to walk towards him, "It is said that Ziren was caught because of her."

"It's a pity," the Mad Hatter said in his tone, but he couldn't hear much regret, instead, he hid a touch of schadenfreude, "I was always happy to exchange ideas and experiences with the purple man."

The mad hatter and the purple man have similar abilities, and their actions after learning to control others are also very similar, but the goals chosen by him and the purple man are not the same.

The purple man will be more interested in this "brave and special girl" after discovering Jessica's abilities; while the mad hatter - he likes the teenage girl with blond hair and blue eyes, just like in fairy tales Like Alice.

...But this does not prevent the two of them from having some exchanges.

Elliott is still not interested in this topic, but before he opened his mouth to speak, the first thing that reverberated in this space was the sudden sound of music.

A burst of melodious piano music.

The source of the sound is not a fixed place, but more like... coming from every corner of this closed space, piercing their eardrums.

No matter how elegant and melodious the music is, if it sounds in such a weird and abrupt way, densely filling the surroundings, it will add a sense of inexplicable horror.

"..."Fur Elise"?" Elliott, like Bruce, was born into a wealthy family, and his rich childhood education experience allowed him to immediately recognize the name of the music.

The face under the bandage quickly frowned, "Didn't I tell you that I'm not interested in your tea party."

A confused expression flashed across the Mad Hatter's face, "...what?"

It's not him...?

But no one noticed what he said, or to be more precise, from the next second, no one [could] notice what the Mad Hatter said.

Annabelle, who was floating in the sky, suddenly fell down, falling into the retina of everyone present, and fell on the sofa where the Mad Hatter was sitting.

Wrapped in a long white dress full of lace, Annabelle looked like a ball of discarded gauze that was thrown down casually.

The doll lying on the sofa twisted its neck stiffly, looking back at the Mad Hatter and Mu Mo behind it, and there was a burst of 'clicking' friction between the joints.

The sound of friction between joints is not loud, but it can give people a toothache feeling that the sound penetrates into the brain along one's bones.

It was like a wild beast looking for food in the middle of the night, standing outside the tent and chewing human bones, its teeth collided with blood roughly, forming a terrifying phantom.

"..." The Mad Hatter didn't even realize that he immediately jumped up and shot from the sofa instinctively, and quickly opened the distance between him and the unknown object with a super-high-speed movement that didn't fit his figure.

But this suddenly falling object is not a beast that is eating human bones.The one who turned his head and looked at the Mad Hatter looked like a 'beautiful and cute' doll.

The lipstick smeared on the chin was a bit like blood, gushing from the chapped skin, cracking the skin and exposing the bones with a light touch.

If she had appeared in some expensive counter, perhaps the Mad Hatter would have admired her a little more.

His silent eyes were fixed on Annabelle, and he tapped the barrel of the gun lightly, "Is this also part of your tea party performance?"

...The aesthetics of these Gotham people really can't be saved.

Mad Hatter: "..."

Don't talk nonsense? !

The tea parties I hold are very small and fresh, just me and my cute and beautiful Alices!How could there be such a weird element!

Of course, the Mad Hatter was not stupid enough to act on his own, he just raised his chin slightly, and the well-behaved and sensible little Alice held the doll in front of him.

Keeping a safe distance, the Mad Hatter quickly glanced at the doll in front of him, "It's unbelievable that Gotham City now has such... weird guys."

Criminals like the Mad Hatter and Silent, who have no special abilities themselves and must be assisted by corresponding tools, most hate to encounter people with superpowers.

After signaling Little Alice to turn the doll over and look at the two of them, the Mad Hatter continued to complain, "What the hell, is there no one in Gotham City who is willing to die honestly?"

Under the gaze of the Mad Hatter, Annabelle blinked slowly, and a 'creaking' laugh burst out from her parted lips, seemingly answering the other party's 'No. '

'Damn it. '

The piercing laughter became louder and louder, not only crazily hitting the eardrums of everyone present, even the ceiling and the floor also erupted with strong vibrations like resonance.

Annabelle stretched out her arms stiffly, aiming to grab the hem of the Mad Hatter's clothes.

"..."

A vague sense of terror surrounded the Mad Hatter.

It becomes more creepy and weird because of the blur, and human's redundant and abundant imagination can always automatically fill in the missing details in the mind. ——And most of them are auto-completions made to the aspects of supernatural horror and so on.

Annabelle from horror movies.

In the matter of creating a horror atmosphere, it is absolutely professional.

Proficient in psychological warfare.

At the beginning, play a naive scene like a garden baby inviting children to swing, let the furniture dangle, boil the pot with warm water, and cool down in winter.Often the person concerned will only find out at the end of the story that from the very beginning, he was the sacrifice of the dead who was chosen by the devil and must die.

"What the hell is this?" The Mad Hatter took a step back as if being burned by the flames, and ordered Alice loudly, "Throw it away!"

The girl who had just been selected not long ago stood there in a daze, without taking any action because of this sentence.

A spinning Barbie on a music box that was stopped midway.

I was breaking away from the music that shouldn't happen, and I was also breaking away from the dancing shoes that had to spin.

"..." This is definitely not normal.The Mad Hatter is sure that he has never stopped controlling anyone.

And the silent reaction was more decisive. When the Mad Hatter opened his mouth, he had already shot at the doll Alice was holding in his hand without hesitation.

——Solve the source of the trouble with one shot, and be absolutely proficient in the true meaning of physical exorcism.If Silence lived in horror movies, it would probably be able to live for a long time through this good habit.

Unfortunately, they are in reality.

'clatter'.There was a very light knocking sound, and the bullet seemed to hit some hard shell, and fell down in horror.

"Are you so cruel?" Selinya, who was standing on a high place, stopped the bullet flatly, and said in a regretful tone, "She is obviously signing up on her own initiative and wants to participate in the tea party held by you."

Only Selinya could fully understand the series of demonic words that Annabelle uttered just now. She looked at the Mad Hatter with critical eyes, "Didn't you always want the perfect little Alice?"

Under the cover of the hood, only Wanda, who was standing on her right side, could see Selinya's expression suddenly turned cold, almost inorganically cold, "Now, she came here on her own initiative. And she is very enthusiastic."

Looking at the girl wrapped in the robe, and the Scarlet Witch and the red hood arsenal standing beside her, her silent eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately caught the point, "...Oh, Gotham Witch?"

"It's me, but I'm still—" Selina pointed at Annabelle, "her interpreter."

Annabelle: ...Oh, thank you.I really.Really honored by that.

However, Annabelle still twisted her body and looked at the Mad Hatter. Following her stiff movements, her long skirt swayed like a blood-stained cloud and bent her knees, making a thin and piercing "creak—" sound from her throat. .

"Look how much she looks forward to it," Selina jumped down and landed firmly in front of the Mad Hatter, "I'm inviting you to a tea party that belongs to both of you again."

Her fingers were on 'Alice''s shoulders, capturing and exchanging the short-term temperature through the soft fabric. In this way, she confirmed the other party's current state, "What a sincere invitation."

There are countless known cases where Annabelle has never been a very patient demon - so the Mad Hatter better be quick to answer.

Mad Hatter: "...I think I'm pretty busy."

…so can you find something to eat yourself?

The so-called "tea party" held by the brainwashing girls, the ultimate purpose is to do "something" to those girls, which is actually a tacit secret.

……so. 'You really don't fit my aesthetics! ! '

The fuck is there a tea party?The doll looked like he could eat him for afternoon tea in the middle of a tea party.And the fucking kind that doesn't even spit out the bones.

The Mad Hatter's brain wave controller was hidden in his top hat. When he expressed his refusal, the people around him who were controlled by him rushed towards him like summons.

Hand in hand firmly surround the Mad Hatter in the center, blocking the devil and the witch.There is still a quiet smile on his face, and he is just right, just like the picture cover of a printed book of fairy tales.Stubborn and blunt response.

Many criminals with mind control ability will do this, wantonly involving ordinary people in the fight against themselves.

——They usually call these people "civilian thugs", or more straightforwardly "civilian shields" and "civilian bombs".

The protective barrier surrounded by fresh life gave the Mad Hatter a great sense of security, enjoying the sweet smiles on the girls' faces, he raised his eyebrows a little triumphantly, "well, it's a pity, it seems that they are not Don't want me to promise-"

"Don't be sorry, they all want you to agree."

Selinya's voice was very soft, and these words were faintly involved in the piano piece of "Fur Elise" that still echoed in the space, but it sounded like the black keys being smashed hard.

The Mad Hatter's brainwave controller is for hypnosis and mind control of others.

But Selinya's speech spirit was waking them up.

Remind them not to get caught up in this false fairy tale woven by the Mad Hatter.

Mad Hatter: "What—"

'Little Alice' who was holding Annabel in both hands let go of her hands abruptly. Annabel, who had never been very patient, immediately rushed towards the Mad Hatter like a beast that rushed into the tent and continued to eat the living.

And behind her, there was a ghost nun who had just left the system backpack.

"—" When people are in a state of extreme fear, they often fall into a state of stress that loses their voice.

Like the Mad Hatter now.

The ghost nun who was good at jumpscare instantly got close to the man, and the heat from her exhaled breath and grin hit the Mad Hatter on the face.

Looking at the opponent's mouth full of fangs, sharp claws, and face covered in black and blood, the Mad Hatter's knees instinctively softened, and his brain sank into a blank space with only a lonely scream.

"Wow, congratulations on getting the tea party time with the two ladies at the same time." Selina thought for a while, "Do you need us to applaud?"

"If you need it, I can also sprinkle flowers."

...After all, the system still has many such useless atmosphere group skills.

"I don't fucking—"

Who could Alice look like this? !The two of them didn't look like they were going to sleepwalking in Wonderland, did they just go to take a bath in gamma rays? ?

The genius in the field of nervous system immediately started to operate the controller habitually, but...

The people around the Mad Hatter were still staring at him intently, not with sweet and fascinated expressions, but with clear-eyed hatred and disgust.

For a group of ordinary people who do not have superpowers themselves, Selinya only needs one sentence to de-hypnotize them.

The control was suddenly released, and many people lost their strength and fell to the ground in an instant.But even so, they did not retreat, but still maintained the original posture, maintaining the original barrier built by the Mad Hatter himself, creating an indestructible wall for the tea party belonging to the three.

Not for protection.It was to witness with his own eyes what kind of punishment this man who almost destroyed himself would accept.

Mad Hatter: "..." Grass.

The Scarlet Witch opened her hands, and the red light bound tightly around the Mad Hatter's body like a rope. She pulled hard as if she had substance, and threw the man who wanted to escape back under the eyes of everyone.

"The tea party needs to be attended happily." Hearing the Mad Hatter's swearing, Selinya shook her head disapprovingly, "Smile. Don't you like being with Alice the most?"

'Alice' #[-] & #[-], aka Annabelle & Ghost Nun: ...that's it!We all bear such a heavy responsibility to cooperate with you. How can you not be deeply honored and excited when you are a mere human being!

Damn, the only one who can still laugh in this situation is either a fool or a lunatic...or a clown.

The Mad Hatter didn't think he could do that - but he actually laughed.

With a stiffer and brighter smile than the little Alices just now, the Mad Hatter stood straight in front of the ghost nun and Annabelle.

Their tea party time has begun.

Celinya raised her head slightly, looked at Jessica who had just arrived, "..."

The girl who had escaped from the purple man's control could tell in an instant what had just happened here and to these people.

"I've been able to face all of this." Jessica shook her head, and stopped the girl's words first, "You gave me courage."

If there must be someone who will feel pain for the embarrassing story of the past.

That should be the criminal, not the victim.

"..." The mad hatter felt like a victim now.

The torment brought by the devil will break the spirit, stab the heart, and make him see everything he fears most through hallucinations-the Mad Hatter who is proficient in hypnosis thought this was the most terrifying thing in this tea party.

It turns out, however, that these are the simplest of pre-dinner desserts.

Looking at the Mad Hatter, Selinya thought deeply, "Is the purple man your friend?"

"...No!" Noticing the black-haired girl's reaction after hearing the name 'Purple Man', the Mad Hatter stepped back at the speed of light, "I don't know him at all!"

"Really, that's really a pity. Otherwise, you should be able to have common topics with him, such as communicating with him..." Selina shook her head regretfully, "Feeling after the war."

The Mad Hatter suddenly had an ominous premonition, "...What kind of post-war feeling?"

About, how did Selinya [hold the Hades card and frantically spend damage to make money; at the same time hang the phoenix healing buff, earn points by brushing the amount of treatment; rely on the power of the purple man to directly jump from the poor The feeling of becoming a well-off life.

"But it doesn't matter." Holding Hades' staff again, Selinya tapped the ground lightly, "You can experience it yourself soon."

Since they are good brothers of the same type, how can they treat each other favorably.

Isn't it more desirable for everyone to get together to have a neat family carnival?

Selinya did not forget to remind the Mad Hatter, "Of course, if you are interested, you can also share your thoughts with the Purple Man."

After all, compared to the last time I dealt with the Purple Man, both the cards and her speech skills have improved greatly.

Mad Hatter: "..." What do you think? !

You fucking make it clear? !

Soon Selinya proved with her actual actions that this was really a thing—something that couldn't be simply described in words.

The fire of the underworld scorched his body, and the powerful force from Hades, the king of Hades, continued to act on the Mad Hatter...but he was still awake;

While staying awake, he also endured the most terrifying and most feared hallucination attacks brought by the two demons-in many moments, the Mad Hatter felt that he was on the verge of death.

But every time the Mad Hatter thinks that he will be completely relieved from the blackness in front of his eyes for a second, a warm and light force will sweep through his body, allowing him to bear the next round of storm with sharp ears, clear mind, and keen five senses.

…He felt everything awake, the bioelectricity of fear surging from head to toe.Even with a smile all the time, with a sincere expression, the arc of the smile is like the corners of the left and right mouths are about to clap hands behind the head.

like.Just like the Mad Hatter used to do with every 'Alice'. ——and even more so.

And during this process, those people who were just toys for him to choose, have always, always been staring at him firmly.

It was not clear from whom the crying erupted.

But within a few breaths, everyone was infected, whether it was a low sob or a loud cry... filled the room.

From the perspective of the public, crying represents sorrow;

But this time, crying made them feel more relieved than showing a false smile.

The newcomer Alice, who was just selected, looked at Serenya cautiously, half of her face was covered with tears, "Thank you...thank you."

— This is something the clown will never understand.

He firmly believes that as long as there is enough stimulation and darkness, everyone in the world can be driven crazy, even the kind Superman and the righteous Gordon.

But the clown doesn't know that people can stand up from the darkness to welcome new life and light.

At first, the Mad Hatter had unnecessary hopes for his companion—well, to be precise, his accomplice, hoping that the other party could save him in this situation.

After all, that's why he was willing to bother with this guy in the first place.

This guy who parachuted into Gotham, who was mysterious and still refused to show his face, seemed to be very skilled.

A pseudo-mage who can brainwash, coupled with a berserker, the Mad Hatter can also bring his own civilian shield through brainwashing-a perfect match.

It was clear, however, that silence had no chance of saving the Mad Hatter.

After all, not many people have the mood and time to care about their accomplices under the dense attack network jointly woven by the Red Hood and the Arsenal.

Silently responded to the attack from the Red Hood and the arsenal, while jokingly said, "Why don't I know what contradiction I have with the Red Hood?"

Jason replied impatiently, "You don't like it. Does it need a reason?"

This man, in the form of Bruce, appeared in front of him; he also appeared in front of Selina—is it really such a coincidence?

After falling into the conspiracy of the clown and his biological mother, Jason no longer believes that there are so many coincidences in the world.

What's more, you are walking on the conspiracy track set by others.

"Oh, could it be that the Red Hood is actually a fan of Bruce Wayne?" Mu Hu sneered, "This is really, really, surprising."

"Huh?" Armory immediately interjected, interrupting the silent verbal attack, "So now is the time for fans to blow themselves up?"

Roy's sharp arrows are as brisk as his voice, always overlooking humans from a high place, and then unstoppable and unavoidable straight into the battlefield, "Then I want to say, I am our team fans."

Considering that Jason had just temporarily repented not long ago and refused his request to touch the penguin because of the car CD, so Roy decided to lower the opponent's ranking slightly.

Both Selinya and Jason had a hunch that the target of Silence would be Bruce.

And it turns out, it does.

When he saw Batman appearing in front of him, Hu Mo immediately showed a kind of... unreasonable enthusiasm and excitement.

"Hello. Batman."

The bandage wrapped around the man's face was suddenly loosened, revealing the face that everyone present was very familiar with.

Bruce Wayne's face.

It's also very strange, obviously from any angle, every facial feature, even at close range, Silence can achieve a nearly complete similarity with Bruce.

But maybe the emotional filter is too deep, everyone present subconsciously thinks that Bruce himself is much better looking...

Facing this face directly, Batman's tone remained calm, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? That's a really good question." Mu Mo could hardly restrain the pride that was about to erupt in his heart, "I'm Bru..."

Throwing the Mad Hatter to Robin, and entrusting him and Wanda to send a group of innocents away, Selina finally turned her attention to Silence, "? Are you Thomas Elliott? "

Elliott: "..." How could it be possible? ?Did I perform plastic surgery on myself? !Impossible to go wrong? !How did she figure it out? !

Batman: "..." Okay.Then I've guessed it all.

Roy: "..." What the hell?Amazing.

Jason: "..." Well, my girlfriend.Great.

Selina: "?"

ah?if not?I'm a spiritualist?Quickly understanding and mastering the enemy's name is my most basic professional quality!

"Thomas Elliott..." He spit out the name again, and Batman's voice became deeper and deeper, "What the hell are you going to do?"

This plastic surgery, which can be called crazy, is not the beginning of his imitation of Bruce.

Since he was young, Elliott often went out with the name of 'Bruce' to socialize, and even deliberately used this identity to provoke some naive girls, strike up a conversation with them, and make them think he was Bruce.

As if in this way, he could really become Bruce Wayne.

"What am I going to do?" Silence repeated the question in a drawn-out voice, and asked back in a full 'Brucey Sweetheart' voice, "Dear Bruce, can't you really guess?"

In a way, Silence bears an eerie resemblance to the Joker.

Joker knows Batman; Hush knows Bruce Wayne.

During years of observation bordering on frantic and eager to replace, he had of course discovered Bruce's double identity.

sky.Nah.

This didn't make Mo Mo feel like 'Bruce Wayne also has a hard side', but it made him more eager to speed up the plastic surgery preparations, and more eager to replace the other party——

"It's hard to understand." After swallowing a big melon suddenly, Roy was so shocked by the story that his expression was a little dumbfounded.

Selinya looked at Hu Mu's eyes, as if she was watching—well, she was actually looking at a fool, "You made up a story that sells."

"But you're just giving yourself a reason to sound different."

Can the devil change the fact that they come from hell by citing the Bible before committing a crime?

There are too many reasons to do evil, whether it is learned from the real world or obtained from books, Serenia has seen too many different answers.

Bruce chose to become Batman because he witnessed the death of his parents, and insisted on saving the darkness that had happened countless times in this city and he had experienced it himself.

Mo Mo, in order to inherit the family property faster, planned the death of her parents.

only because--

"Why can you own all the family property so early, but I still have to wait for when they will die?"

What an insane reason.

So Hush, can never be Bruce Wayne, and can never be Batman.

The dagger thrown by Jason casually drew a long scar on the silent side of his face, and Selinya also tore off the hideous truth of the opponent's thoughts, "Not everyone wants to hide in a dark corner and do it. Flying bugs."

Violence is indeed a powerful force.

But does Batman's power to transform Gotham really come from the sheer force with which he breaks so-and-so's ribs?

of course not.

It was he who used himself as a bait to sneak into the darkness, and after turning himself into a dark knight, the light and hope that illuminated the city bit by bit.

Those are the most powerful forces that can infect the city.

Just like Shirley said from the perspective of ordinary people, when people in this city see passers-by, the first thing they think of is no longer 'He won't suddenly take a gun out of his pocket, right? ', but 'Here's Batman, here's Robin, and a solid police chief'... that's the highest praise they can give.

The whole city, the whole world, are the beneficiaries of justice and hope.

Hope is the most terrible devil, because of him, human beings will prolong their tolerance of pain.

But hope is also the greatest strength.Noble character.

"You should really be jealous of Bruce." Different from Batman's usual style, after successfully accepting the love and kindness of this world, Selina can express her emotions very frankly.

...not to mention that she drank alcohol today.

Let yourself go more completely.

The magician with the staff in his hand skimmed across the battlefield nimbly, making Hu Mo, a sharpshooter who could hit Batman's batarangs, gnash his teeth in anger.

"Because you can try to calculate how many people in this world like Bruce and Batman."

Silence sneered, "So you are a fan of Batman?"

Celinya shook her head, "I love every hero."

Whether it's Superman with superpowers, or Batman Iron Man Red Hood without superpowers, whether it's Thor from an alien, or the Black Widow living on Earth, or like Mr. Reese, who is not for outsiders Known heroes of the common people.

They are all always worthy of respect.

The longer she stays in this world, the more Selinya can understand the persistence that Mr. Reese once said.

That is actually every hero, whether it is a hero with superpowers or a hero among ordinary people, they all insist together.

Even if it's just [one person], I have to save it.

Because it is such one life after another that constitutes this world.

"Even if you had to face everything he's been through, you wouldn't be him."

...and become Batman?

Selinya can use her rich experience in reading all kinds of books to guarantee that this person will start to age prematurely because of excessive spending and drinking more than ten years ago.

Pillow on the pillow piled with money, fame and fortune, and have a sweet dream with your girlfriend.This is the dream of many people.

It is also the life that Bruce Wayne can easily get.

But he gave up everything within his reach.Choose to bear a heavy and dark burden.

Facing this enemy who is too familiar and even aims to replace him, Bruce will of course choose to defeat him himself.

So this also gave Roy time to whisper to Jason, "This sounds really...Miss Guardian's way of speaking is much better than yours."

Learn more from your girlfriend!If you also have the habit of expressing emotions, you can be together at least three months earlier!

Jason: "..."

So is this complimenting her or mocking me?

Mo Mo's own strength is not an extremely difficult enemy, maybe he could have used his face and identity to make some extra interference... But with Selinya's stormy language output, this method - obviously works It doesn't work.

Even after Silence was controlled by Batman and pressed to the floor, under the gaze of his resentful and unwilling eyes, Selina poked Jason's waist, "Aren't you going to say something again?"

Jason: "...what?"

Selinya replied confidently, "What about Batman! My ordinary friends have said it today!"

Jason: "..." Still not sober.

Bruce's eyes fell on the two children.

But this time, he didn't look away intentionally, nor remained silent, but said, "I think, I already know your evaluation."

Their family relationship has always been mutual.

He believed that Jason knew how much he loved him, and he also believed that Jason had feelings for him.

"..." The red hood instantly stiffened like a big Lieba stuffed into the refrigerator at home three days ago.

He hugged Selinya and walked out, leaving a stiff sentence: "You better know all the time!"

In a blunt voice, Jason decided angrily to add two more pearls to the wooden box tonight.

oh.She is still drunk today.Then - three.

Leaning on the strong muscles of the red hood, Selinya, who knew nothing about it, yawned lazily.

...Then the end of the silent matter was that the angry 'person' became a system, and he independently developed a new underage protection mechanism at the fastest speed—but it was aimed at himself.

It can help him block some things that are not suitable for young artificial intelligence to watch.

What's wrong with him! !He's just a little bigger than Vision!He is less than a year old!

Angry complaints were even sent to other familiar AIs by the system.

The mode of getting along between AI and the owner is actually different,

Such as Tony and his smart butler: this is my good