Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Dick Grayson, the future generation of Robin, Nightwing, and Batman's heir, is just a new superhero apprentice at this moment.

Supplement, a terrified new superhero apprentice.

He is honored to be one of the first residents of the rebuilt Wayne Mansion, where he lives, trains, and learns to live with his new family members.It's not easy to be honest, and few people in the world would say it's easy to face Batman, especially when you walk downstairs yawning after a nap and Batman is "entertaining".

The curved screen of the home theater was pitch black, with occasional wisps of blue light flashing across the top and middle of the screen, and the long blond hair scattered like water grass and a vague woman's face could be vaguely seen, which looked a bit like a ghost film.

Dick never asked why such a massive entertainment installation was installed in the living room, and of course he wanted to, but never did.At this moment, he also wanted to ask Bruce why he didn't read the information, but chose to sit in the living room and watch ghost movies, but he didn't dare to ask.

Does Batman watch ghost movies?

There must be some inexplicable meaning in it.

"Sir," Dick muttered, "You should have informed me that today's study was early...I didn't oversleep on purpose."

A muscle in Batman's face twitched.

Seemingly startled by the sudden noise, he turned his head to look towards the stairs, and then controlled the trend halfway through the turn, showing a slight incongruity.The twitching of the muscles was just a glimpse, and when he was completely face to face with Dick, that face regained the annoying stillness, even the eyes were heavy, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth was as if it had been measured with a ruler.

"Nothing," said Master Wayne. "Come down to me, Dick." He narrowed his eyes oppressively. "Alfred said you haven't slept well the last few nights and you need help—I mean, if you need help, we can talk."

Oh.

Ok.

Now he sounds like a ready-to-learn "How to Get Along With Your Kids" textbook.

Dick came down the stairs quickly and sat down on the sofa, almost going forward.He cast a quick glance at the screen, subconsciously trying to justify his nervousness during this time. "I'm fine, sir," said he. "Nothing, just busy with my studies. Well, you know, Miss Charlotte is very strict."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the face. This is some reason not to be distracted. He won't believe it once he hears it, okay?

Batman didn't say anything, though.

Dick breathed a sigh of relief.He still doesn't know how to get along with this adoptive father who is ten years older than himself. Fortunately and unfortunately, his adoptive father doesn't seem to know how to get along with an adopted son who is ten years younger than himself.

An on-screen voiceover saves the awkward father and son.

【"Great, now they are all on the shore. As expected, the program team placed a mission point at the entrance. There is not only a river bank platform of the right size, but also makes the players stop, so as to trap them into the entrance. In a series of crises." Bell commented bitterly.

"We all know how the previous few players failed here." Cody echoed, "But among them, there are also those who successfully completed the task and won the medal. I believe that Jennifer will never perform worse than them .”

"Yes, yes, the great Jenny, the one and only Jenny," Ricky said. 】

The woman on the screen revealed her true face under the light of the character projection, a very familiar face, and the names pronounced with different voices and intonations hovered in the living room of Wayne Manor like a spell.Flying birds with soft feathers and soft songs.

Bruce tapped the arm of the sofa lightly with his knuckles.

"You should know who she is."

"Hmm," Dick said in a guttural voice, bewildered. "I saw it in the papers, and Alfred mentioned it to me. I know who she is, sir."

Bruce nodded briefly: "You'll see her here too in a while."

Dick also nodded: "I see."

He got it all.

What learning or not learning, ghost movies or ghost movies, learning materials or learning materials, the name of the program is clearly written in large characters at the bottom of the screen, and a big "live" is also displayed in the upper right corner.No ghost movie will be like this, unless the protagonists are going to go to the primitive tribe to discover horror elements, and it has to involve the live broadcast.

If you figure it out, you have to figure it out, the reason for being frightened is more and more sufficient.

Bruce Batman, the man who can scare all the villains in Gotham to pee their pants. Wayne sits on the sofa watching entertainment programs. No matter how rich and technological the big screen opposite is, Batman and Batman Putting the two words program in one sentence is enough to make people doubt life.What's more frightening is not this. What's even more frightening is that Batman is watching an entertainment show starring his girlfriend.

Compared with all the above perceptions, Dick even felt that flying around in the night sky of Gotham in shorts was nothing special.

The father and son sat awkwardly on the sofa for a while.

All those weird conversations that I have heard before are all around Dick's ears, such as little Wayne's scandal, the actress and her boyfriend's disagreement, the separation and reunion many times, but the love is stronger than gold, and the possibility She will enter the house and become the legitimate Mrs. Wayne, and Alfred himself mentioned that there is no need to keep a room in the master room...

The young Robin thought about it, and finally came up with a sentence: "Will you add a mistress to Wayne's old house, sir?"

Worse!

What am I talking about?Dick thought desperately.

Bruce gives him a look, the confusion in his eyes is so obvious, he asks a stupid question.

Dick felt that his stomach was sinking, but the blood was rushing upwards. He tried his best to straighten his back under the scrutiny of the other party, and restrained the desire to turn his face away.Whenever he made a mistake, a strange sense of shame took over.

You have to work harder, Dick always told himself, you have to learn those skills, not just to get justice for your parents, but because you are luckier than many others, to be a good son, a good helper, a Helpful people - at least next time, next time, don't mess up Alfred's kitchen or shatter glass photo frames while practicing backflips.

But every time I tell myself that, I end up making mistakes.

He hesitated and hawed for a while, his hands were about to pull off his trouser legs, his eyes wandered between the screen and his adoptive father.His innate quick wit saved him at this moment, and Dick Grayson licked his lips and decided to use the never-before-seen Miss Davis, who Alfred relayed, was likely to be his future adoptive mother. to change the subject.

No matter how mediocre the other person's performance, you have to say something nice.

That's right, that's it.

He looked eagerly at the screen, hoping to find something to talk about - anything - and nothing came out of his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, Dick Junior, a gangster, Grayson began to doubt his eyes.

[Jennifer went ashore again after swimming tens of meters. The narrow corridor of the cave made it impossible for all the vampire bats to pass through. The smell of the river itself and the impurities in the river water covered up the bloody smell to a certain extent, and the bats did not have the urge to chase after it. .The two were finally able to move on and take a rest on the next spacious riverside platform.

There was a problem with this rest.

Jennifer and Anton carefully inspected the body with low light, and did basic treatment for the injuries.Anton's wound was still bleeding, but there was no new injury, and this time it was her own fault.

A large hematoma appeared on the abdominal skin.

"How long have we been in the cave?" she asked alertly.

"I can't tell. It's been a long time. What's the matter?" Anton replied.He was pressing his hands to the wound, hissing at the whitish edges, hesitating whether to give it a strong dose of medicine.Immediately afterwards, he was so frightened by Jennifer's answer that he almost jumped up, oh no, he almost took off.

"I think there are blood flukes in the water."

"What?!" the Romanian contestant yelled, "Schistosomiasis? In the water? You got tricked?"

No wonder he panicked, schistosomiasis was always on the list of the most annoying animals, the most terrifying animals, and blood-sucking animals. It is said that they can suck people dry without sound, and they are one of the few blood-sucking animals that particularly prefer humans.

When the cercariae of Schistosoma japonicum enter the human skin, they will secrete histolysin, and will produce disintegration products after their own death, which will cause skin hematoma and papules.The next step is to scurry around, damage organs, and cause inflammation and other acute schistosomiasis. Females will continue to lay eggs in the human body, and the eggs will deposit everywhere to form egg granulomas.The ectopic damage caused by it is the most serious in the lungs and brain. Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

"Are you sure?" Anton had to ask.

"I'm not sure, it might just be an allergy caused by poor water quality." Jennifer confessed, "It's just a high probability of schistosomiasis. I found this on the river bank before I went ashore." She held up the thing she scraped off with a blade .

It's a snail.

Oncomelanias are well-known as the intermediate host of schistosomiasis, they are so iconic, and with symptoms and task names, it is difficult for people not to think of schistosomiasis.

"Damn it!" Anton couldn't help saying.

"Don't be afraid, it's just the first stage." Jennifer's mentality was better than his. "You should check yourself carefully now. It doesn't make sense that the schistosomiasis only infected me and exempted you."

She meant to make a joke, but at least Anton, who had no symptoms at the moment, didn't want to make a joke. "Is your reptile potion still available?" He pointed at the ring of life very seriously.

Jennifer: "Still."

Anton: "Then use up the number of times now, I don't need to say how troublesome the schistosomiasis is."

"I want to keep it. The schistosomiasis will not develop so quickly to the point where it affects the activities. It is hard to say whether there will be dangers in the next few days. Now the medicine is a waste." Jennifer said without changing her expression.She stared at the red marks on her legs for a moment, then put down her pant legs, and her face returned to calm.

"But—" Anton still wanted to struggle for his teammates.

"There is nothing but." Jennifer interrupted him, "Schistosomiasis enters the body and there are four stages of disease, the first three stages are not enough to cause fundamental damage to the human body, and some chronic schistosomiasis even have a course of 10 to 20 years The reptile potion can regenerate severed limbs, and it has a good effect on other diseases. It can be said to be a life-saving medicine. Just in case, me and you, don’t look at me like this, Anton, and of course you, it’s best Use it when it becomes unsustainable.

"It will be very difficult if you have an acute attack." Anton warned with staring eyes.

"As if I needed you to remind me," Jennifer said quietly. 】

The two people on the screen then walked forward with support, still holding their weapons tightly, exploring the cave with the dim light of the camera group.That slender figure looked so calm and reliable under the blue fluorescent light, and the people off-screen put themselves in their shoes, if they were Anton, they would probably feel at ease and obey what they said.

"Miss Davis . . . always?" Dick asked in amazement.

"It's always been that way," Bruce said.

The room was filled with the aroma of Yorkshire pudding and black tea, but the people sitting on the couch were not eating.

Dick naturally didn't know it, but Bruce still remembered that there used to be an old sofa that was often dismissed as old-fashioned, and there were four white pillows neatly placed on the sofa.

The white doesn't match the leather color of the old sofa at all, and the style is too soft, but Jennifer likes to lean on them to watch TV, preferably with her feet staggered on her boyfriend's lap. Get another bowl of yogurt topped with fruit.

It's a pity that those pillows, including the sofa, were burned in the fire set off by Lei Xiaogu. The repaired Wayne's old house is not even as good as the apartment with the atmosphere of the hostess.

"She's brave," Dick murmured. "That's rare." But it felt strangely right, a brave man should be matched by another brave man, a strong-minded man should have another mind With a steadfast person as a partner, the enduring love in the movie is mostly gentle and heroic, and he doesn't like seeing the hero exhausted from the beginning to the end.

Now this is fine, this is fine.

Jennifer Davis, Dick said the name in his mind, and carefully looked at his adoptive father's expression.He still couldn't see any clues from that poker face. He said he didn't care, but he didn't seem to be worried, and he seemed worried, but he believed it.

Ten years later, Ye Yi should be able to understand, but ten years ago, Dick could only be puzzled, somehow remembering a conversation with the old housekeeper when he first lived in the manor.

At that time, Alfred said happily: "I am always happy to see the master accompanied. In the past, Miss Davis lived in the manor. Now that he has you, everything will gradually get better. I believe that Master Thomas and Ma'am would agree with me."

How did he answer it?

correct.

"Miss Davis? Do you mean Miss Davis lives here too? Does she know?"

"she knows."

"I thought--I always thought--sir he was a little--"

"Inhumane, isn't it? Don't rush to apologize, it's quite normal for you to think so. But, how to put it, Master Dick, one always meets the right one, and even hard glass can be softened. "

......

"It seems that this is the person." Dick said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Bruce couldn't hear.He didn't wait for the repetition from his adopted son, so he announced in a voice without ups and downs, "We will practice according to the new training schedule in the afternoon—"

Alfred coughed heavily in the kitchen.

"—or we could talk."

Dick: "...show me the new training schedule, please."