[Zhongyingmei] The Spirit Master is backstabbing again

—The clown did not get the punishment he deserved.

--why.

This is actually a question that has boiled in Jason Todd's heart countless times.

This sharp, sharp burning boiling is not only because of the strong hatred in his heart; it is also because—after his death, the city has not changed for the better, and the clown is still repeating his disgustingly disgusting words. little trick.

Haven't clowns caused enough tragedy?Two-Face Harvey betrayed justice because of him; Batgirl Barbara because he is still in a wheelchair; and—and Jason himself.

——Joker let Jason leave Bruce, let Robin leave Batman, and leave the city.

Rationally, Jason understood Bruce's insistence.

Without the bottom line that Batman has always insisted on, probably from many years ago, the child who stood up in Crime Lane after witnessing the death of his parents would have become a terrible existence no less than a clown.

If a person has no bottom line, he will become a savage beast.

…but Gotham already has Batman and Robin, so it might as well have one more Outlaw who crosses that line.

Jason's chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the rattling sound of the paw pads landing on the ground.

It was the three-headed dog brought by Selinya, happily running over with the doll in its mouth.He circled around Selinya and Jason twice, as if he was wondering about the posture of the master and the two-legged beast squeezed together.The little dog tilted his head and pondered for two seconds, it was really difficult to draw any conclusions through his own thinking ability.

So he gave up quickly, and lay down on Selinya's feet with a whimper, forming a ball of happy dog ​​biscuits.

Facts have proved that even the three-headed dog raised by Pluto, while having such a terrifying reputation, still retains some animal instincts, such as——

Shedding.

...well, shedding.

Jason, who was a bit of a clean freak, silently watched the three-headed dog rub its fluff on Selinya's leg.

Jason: "..." He really shouldn't [only] refuse Serinya to bring Snow Wolf over.

One critter is enough for the safe house.

Selinya waited for a long time without waiting for the answer to the question. She turned her head to look at Jason and repeated again: "Is this question difficult to answer?"

The arc of the tilted head looks similar to the three-headed dog just now.

Jason's arm was still resting on her body, and the temperature was constantly spreading, and Selinya knew very well that under the cover of the coat, there were many hideous scars on the other's body.

...It is the healing function of the side mission, combined with the healing effect of the phoenix card, the scar that cannot be removed.

It was as if they had become part of Jason's life.

Selinya only had long-distance contact with the clown during the ship incident—the ship with an unknown number of bombs was still stored in her system backpack.

...From the intuition of small animals, Selinya always thought that the clown was an abnormal human being.

Selinya would use [Giant Dragon] and [Red Dragon] to describe Batman and Iron Man in her mind, because they look so beautiful when they shuttle in the air... and using the names of magical creatures is more convincing Make her feel familiar and more convenient.

But the clown—Selinya couldn't put the name of any kind of magical creature on him.Not even the werewolf who fought with her endlessly before.

A clown is just a crazy human being.

... revealing a strong sense of threat and frowning discomfort.

In the fist-to-body fight with Batman just now, Jason was beaten and injured a lot.Although Selinya continued to heal the wound, the bloodstains on her face were still there.

Jason didn't smile anymore, he looked more fierce than before.

But Selina had never been afraid of him.

"There will be," Jason clearly felt that his voice was thrown into the air and landed in the safe house, like a dagger thrown into the ground, which could never be recovered, "There will always be."

"He should have died long ago—"

Selinya was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out: "Ah? What? Is the highest punishment here just as simple as death?"

Hey, the modern world is really different from the records in myths and legends, the gap is huge.

Jason: "...?" Wait?Grass, what the hell are you talking about?

System: "??" Stop, stop, there won't be any topics that are not suitable for underage creatures, right?If this continues, I will turn on the mosaic mode, huh?

In fact, the understanding of [death] by magical creatures is completely different from that of the general public. [Death] is an inevitable part of their destiny, and it is not worth fearing.

Selinya has no world-weary plot, and she never pursues death. She has long known that only when she lives can she do more things she wants to do.

But Selinya did think about what it would be like to experience death with a serious and rigorous inquiry attitude many times.

She only knows that she belongs to the family of spiritual masters, and after death, the body will be turned into powder and scattered in the wind without leaving a trace——

So Selina even thought: Maybe in the process of waiting to be broken, she might still have time to record her feelings.

Because of the genocide, Selinya has no teachers and no elders, and there are even very few descriptions of her race in books.She has no family, she is her only family.

——In the human world, people will teach their descendants: how to recognize themselves, how to live, how to cure diseases, how to grow, and how to reproduce... They pass word of mouth and help each other grow.

But for a long time, Selinya could only grow up by herself.

In a strange world, to understand [myself] alone:

After being thrown into the Colosseum twice and injured, you can guess your own wound healing speed;

After being locked up to test endurance and starving a few times, you can find out your physical limit;

After countless failures in summoning, it can be deduced that there should be problems with the use of this kind of spiritual spell.

…Through that personal experience again and again, Selinya gradually learned to know herself.

Because she grew up with no experience and no protection, Selinya really wanted to leave relevant materials like the teaching aids prepared by humans for younger generations, and leave them to--

Well, in fact, she doesn't know who to leave as a reference.After all, after she died, there would no longer be a Linger in this world.No one can rely on her information to know 【self】.

But Selinya still felt that she should record all the experiences she had (including death) truthfully.Let this world leave traces of her and their race.

That's always the case with Selina.

If there is no savior, she will pull herself out of desperation; if there is no family, she will learn to live by herself; if there is no help from her predecessors, she will become a recorder herself.

The key word [death] probably touched the reflex nerve of the three-headed dog.The little animal pricked up its ears vigilantly, and whimpered, hung its paws on Selinya's trouser legs and climbed all the way up.

Celinya blinked, and scooped up the puppy on her lap.Facing Jason's unwavering gaze, she tried to explain: "For example, in myths and legends, death should be a more relaxed ending? There are many gods and humans whose endings are more painful than death."

There is still a big gap between the modern human world and myths and legends—well, maybe she can ask Mr. Thor with this question?

He should know all that better.

And it is said that there are Paradise Island and Amazon female warriors in this world... probably there will also be Zeus.

Jason: "...For example?"

"The kind of Prometheus—?" Prometheus was punished by Zeus for stealing fire and giving it to humans. He was chained on a cliff and suffered from the pain of being pecked at his internal organs by eagle birds every day.

Every day he grows new intact internal organs, but every day he continues to be eaten by the hawks -- never ending.

When it comes to such topics of professional counterparts, Selinya became very serious, "And the Wheel of Ixion? The punishment of Titius? The hell of Tartarus?"

The Wheel of Ixion is Zeus binding the sinners to an eternally burning and rotating wheel for endless punishment; the ending of Titius is similar to that of Prometheus, who is also constantly pecked at the internal organs by eagle birds; Talos Hell is a hell for sinful souls to fall into, surrounded by burning rivers of fire and triple iron walls.

Jason took a deep breath, "..."

Grass, when you usually read books, what have you learned!Does the role of myths and legends really want you to remember these? ?Doesn't the story of Prometheus teach readers to learn about bravery and selfless devotion? !

The book writers will cry when they hear this!

Are the current myths and stories not cut down? Who the hell is the publisher? !

Seeing Jason's expression, Selinya asked blankly: "? What's wrong? Did I remember something wrong?"

Jason was silent for a long time before he let go of the arm that was holding Selinya, and patted the "Shan Hai Jing" on the table with a solemn expression.

Selina: "??"

"You—" Jason's voice paused, "Can't you just read the book?"

Selinya is incredible, Selinya can't understand, Selinya is unbelievable, "Huh? Is there something wrong with the way I read?"

No one can deny her professionalism, not even Jason!

Jason: "..."

Grass, what else? !

Selina strongly refused to accept Jason's comments, and like a small animal peek-a-boo, she put the hardcover book back in front of her.

And what's wrong with Shan Hai Jing!Shan Hai Jing is nothing more than a recipe at best!

She also didn't... must want to taste a few mouthfuls!

Among the audience, the only one who felt truly happy was the system.

For the first time, the system felt that Jason looked so pleasing and reliable.

That's right!That's it!Only with such an uncompromising attitude can the host be managed well - the approval from the host's guardian.

At the end of the night, Batman brought back the coffin where Jason had slept in to Wayne Manor.

But no matter how many inspections and analyzes were conducted, there were still no fingerprints, blood, or hair on the scene and on the coffin—any evidence that could leave a breakthrough.

Nor did the siren go off.

Once again someone... took his child away from him.

Bruce's palms were loosely covering the coffin, just like he had done when he put Jason into this narrow space with his own hands.

He stood there with his head down, unable to see his expression, but it seemed that something heavy was pressing on his shoulders, preventing him from getting out.

Tim was not seriously injured. While wrapping a bandage around the bruises caused by his fall, he carefully examined the box that had nearly stopped his heartbeat, "..."

Same result as the coffin, still nothing.It seemed that the man—that mud face disguised as the second-generation Robin was just here to play a tricky joke on them.

At the moment of seeing this box, countless thoughts flashed through Red Robin's mind.

His first reaction was that someone wanted to take another Robin away from Batman;

His last thought was that he couldn't watch this family lose anyone.

Tim approached the box with unhesitating determination to listen to the countdown that symbolized the breath of death.He's mentally prepared for his future—every Robin will.

...But this is just a prank?a joke?

Who does the man who seems to be behind all this want to take away from Batman?No intention of hurting the family either...

It's so weird.

Tim turned out the book hidden at the bottom from the box, it was——

"The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde." Tim tapped the keyboard twice to find out the general plot of the story.

After receiving a portrait of himself from the artist, the young and beautiful Dorian Gray vowed to sacrifice his soul, only to keep himself young forever, and let that portrait age instead of himself.

Later, Dorian Gray committed countless crimes and behaved despicably and depravedly, but he always maintained a pure and innocent appearance like an angel—because his portrait would bear the torture of crimes for him and become ugly and hideous.

In order to hide his crime, Dorian Gray killed all those who knew it.Even that was not enough, he tried to destroy the portrait in order to destroy the evidence.

However, when he stabbed the dagger into the portrait—it was himself who died.

…the ultimate meaning of sacrificing the soul.He had long since become that portrait.

The person with blood on his hands was finally punished by fate.

People who seem to be sinful and ferocious are also innocent people who bear everything.

Tim never felt that his literary literacy was so bad, but after reading this introduction, he still couldn't help raising a feeling; '...I would rather read "Programming Design"'.

Instead, Dick, who came to deliver the medicine to him, raised his eyebrows, "..." He seems to have seen this book somewhere before... This is even the first edition of Wilde's bookstore.

"what happened?"

But facing Tim's questioning, Dick just replied: "I was just wondering, does the person who will send this book think he is Dorian himself, or does he think he is that portrait."

Is it the one who creates the evil, or the one who bears the evil?Or, both?

"..." Red Robin said that it was difficult for him to participate in this topic.

Jason could probably guess how carefully Bruce would investigate after discovering the empty coffin.He also went there to check in advance to make sure that he and Selinya did not leave any key information that night.

...But Selinya's performance that night impressed him deeply.

After Selinya saw him, the first thing that aroused her interest was the coffin. ——Bullshit, of course the fuck would impress him.Selinya acted like she was almost posting it directly.

"You know now that I'm not a vampire," Jason tapped on the keyboard, shortening the communicator shortcut commands that Selinya strongly protested, "You already know."

"Well——" Selinya paused when she kneaded the puppy, and frowned suspiciously, "But you are you."

Selinya is indeed not used to getting along with humans.

Especially when she first came to this world, she simply couldn't adapt to people's gaze on her.

So after picking up her vampire teammate Jason, Serenia was really, really happy. ——She could have a fellow magical creature in this strange human world.Of course they should be teammates and of course they should always stay together.

But now, well, now that Jason admits he's not a vampire - he's not a magical animal, but Jason is still Jason.

The Jason who tore off the ribbon on the cake box for her, the Jason who taught her how to use the Rubik's Cube, the Jason who prepared a lot of pillows for her... these things will not change.

Those memories, blended into flesh and blood and nerves, constituted a part of Selinya's life.

Just like the ship of Theseus, Selinya wouldn't care about his name, and would just complain on his behalf, 'Wow, everything weighed on me is so heavy'.

Jason: "..." He hit the Enter key twice, but didn't look back.

[Frankly expressing one's feelings] is a difficult lesson that he has not been able to master until now.

But Selina must be full marks.

Who Killed Jason Todd?

The dynamite of the countdown, the lunatic of Gotham City, and the coffin buried in the darkness.

Who rescued Jason Todd?

It was the broken dimensional wall, his stubbornness when pushing the coffin, and her.

Jason never responded to Serinya's answer, but according to the system's decibel records: After Serinya made that answer, Jason's typing on the keyboard was obviously several times stronger.

-Jason is not a vampire;

But Jason woke up from the coffin.

Waking up scarred and unconscious.

Selinya slowly put the daffodils into the vase in the safe house, watching the stamens of this bouquet of holy flowers from the underworld calmly.

It was not difficult for her to deduce the origin of the story.

"..." Jason glanced back at the vase, "Narcissus again?"

"Ah," Selinya was stunned, and thought belatedly, "Does the daffodil have a slight poison?" This is the information she specially collected after mastering the Goddess of Spring card.

Jason: "I won't eat it directly." The slime from the stems and leaves is just poisonous.

But the legend of daffodils is really subtle.

Hades, the king of the underworld, fell in love with the seed goddess Persephone and brought Narcissus to the ground in order to get her.Persephone had never seen such an elegant and fragrant flower, and was immediately attracted by it and wanted to pluck it.And Hades appeared while she was picking the flowers, and forcibly took her away to be his queen.

——A very sloppy story.

But looking at the flower arrangement that Selina had already made up, Jason didn't focus on this question anymore, but brought the little girl over again, "Have you finished memorizing the alphabetical order on the keyboard?"

Selina: "...Oh."

She really doesn't understand why modern human technology is so complicated.

So why exactly, the alphabet and the order of the letters on the keyboard are completely different? !

Really can't modify this order by yourself!

After the man disguised as the second-generation Robin appeared, the big and small birds of the bat family had their own worries.

Even mentally prepared for new problems in Gotham in advance.

But it's weird that Gotham after that turned out to be very—normal.

There are no new criminals falling from the sky, and no weird 'games'. - very normal.

The only ones who keep making big moves, and the new Red Hood.

... He alone is about to destroy Gotham's underground power empire.

And his whereabouts are very stealthy, as if there is a magical way of travel that allows the red hood to quickly shuttle between various locations.

So there are not many opportunities for Red Robin to meet him——

It's pretty rare now.

"Oh, Robin Three." Red Hood stopped and looked at Tim.

Tim: "...ha. Surprised you'd say hello to me."

"Be polite," Red Hood looked him up and down, "Little Mockingbird."

The Red Hood just broke into a new den tonight and 'convinced' them to establish a new rule prohibiting them from contaminating students and children with a certain white powder.

Jason still smelled of gunpowder smoke, but that didn't stop him from staring at Tim and continuing, "You—"

Red Hood's voice suddenly paused, "..."

Because he heard the communicator in his hood beeping abruptly.

The only one who can access his communicator channel at any time is Selinya.

The sound is very continuous and very rhythmic like Morse code.

Over and over again.

It was some kind of strange signal, coming from the safe house again and again, continuously.Like Serenia's heartbeat.

Under the red hood, Jason's expression changed suddenly, "..." Fuck it.

Red Robin stared at the other party vigilantly, "You seem to be very hostile to me."

It seems too serious to say 'hostility', it's more like a kind of dislike of [tsk tsk tsk].

This is strange.

The Red Hood ignored Tim's question, and he wasn't in the mood to listen to what he had to say.

Hearing Selinya's uninterrupted voice, the man stepped on the accelerator rudely and rushed to the safe house.

During the whole process, the voice from the other end of the communicator never stopped.

Red Hood is pretty much kicking the safehouse door open.

"Selinya!"

Grass, it's really inconvenient not to have a surname.Damn, it's not too imposing to call names.

Celinya, who was lying in front of the computer, turned to Jason with a lollipop in her mouth, "Wow, you came back so early tonight."

With her movement, the repeated [Jason always knew how much I love him] audio in the Red Hood's communicator finally stopped.

Jason: "..." Damn, she definitely did it on purpose!

As soon as he met the third generation of Robin, he started playing this audio, what are you doing!Let him gain the sense of superiority of "Oh, you don't have it" in front of the other party!

Damn it worked, he couldn't get mad when he saw Drake.

Jason tore off the hood, walked straight to the computer chair, and lifted Serenya onto his arm, "Is this the result of your studies in the safe room?"

So, did she really read those grandson's art of war books he threw to the little girl seriously?

"That's right, I'm learning how to use a communicator!" Selinya protested eloquently, "You can't deprive me of the right to learn!"

"Practice is the best way to learn! Didn't I use the shortcut commands of the communicator very proficiently just now!"

The tone is like a kindergarten kid reporting backstage at a performance.

Well, she did it on purpose.Hey.

Selinya doesn't quite understand love in the human world, but she is very keen on it.So I am also happy to emphasize to Jason over and over again——

You are loved.

Your family loves you.

Red Hood: "..."

Grass.you you--! !

Damn, stop, you can't swear in front of her.

Veins twitched on Jason's forehead. He remained silent for a few seconds before turning on the computer to search.

Seeing the other party type out the words [What grade should a 17-year-old go to school for], Selinya's pupils immediately quivered: "??"

Thinking of Pietro's struggles while doing math problems, and the large number of drafts spread out on the table, Selina: "..."

#我们无恨无恨, May I ask why you want me to study mathematics#

#Today, she still doesn't quite understand why 'tan' is not English but mathematics#

The direct result of this search was that when Serenia received a simultaneous message from Wanda and Jessica the next day [We are on vacation! ! ], he fled without hesitation... No, he arrived in New York in time at the appointment.

And she finally met Mr. Bucky, the "person of the past and person of negligence" for the second time.

Mr. Bucky is in the process of rehabilitation - his body is still weak and needs careful training and exercise to return to his previous state.

Selinya recalled the side door of the warehouse that was torn apart by the other party: "...Okay."

Void, weak?

So this is the scary thing about stray Maine Coon cats, teach me!

"It's an amazing feeling," Bucky told Selinya as she finished the day with a jog in the recovery room with Mr. Bucky. "I thought it was just a little while."

"But actually that's 70 years." He winked at Selinya and joked, "I seem to have earned it?"

The stray cats were cleaned up and restored to the appearance of the little prince of Brooklyn. He concluded with some regret, "But it's a pity that I haven't heard Tony call me uncle until now."

Tony who just pushed the door in: "..."

Then don't think about it, there won't be any in the future!

Celinya turned her eyes around the two, "Ah."

It seems that Mr. Stark's distress is completely understandable. It is indeed difficult to explain this difference in appearance.

Tony forcibly ignored the complaints he heard just now, and he greeted Selina first, "Good afternoon, girl, I'm glad you're willing to take out your treasured clothes again today."

Then he handed a rectangular card to Bucky, "For you, 70 years of government subsidies, Mr. Popsicle No. [-]."

... The government departments probably never imagined that they could handle such a strange payment of enlistment subsidies.

And fucking two copies.

"You can take the cap out for a walk when you have time," Tony's gaze passed Serenya seemingly nonchalantly, "After all, you should all learn how to be an ordinary person."

Not some goddamn weapon or tool, certainly not a relic left in the past.

The cap has learned to use the dot projector in the party.The memory of the past is good, but the future is also worth looking forward to.