[Comprehensive British and American] Games are merging

Lin He's eyes lit up: "That's good! I'll leave it to you, Tim!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went straight back to the bedroom, threw herself on the bed, and wrapped herself into a ball with the quilt.

Tim who was still standing at the door: "..."

He glanced at Lin He who was sleeping for a second, smiled helplessly, and then closed the door for her.

Lin He's sleep was dark—well, it's not that exaggerated.

It was noon when she woke up.

Sleeping in a daze, Lin He went downstairs, clicked on his character column by the way, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the fatigue value had dropped below the safety line.

She didn't expect the game to be so realistic. If the player is active without skipping the night, the player's fatigue value will be automatically increased. The higher the level, the sleepier it is.Lin He suspected that if the exhaustion value reached the peak, she might die suddenly.

Although she can read the file, she doesn't want to feel the ending of this sand sculpture at all!

As soon as Lin He went downstairs, Alfred stuffed him with a cup of hot water. The other party thoughtfully said that the meal for her was already being prepared, and asked her to drink some hot water to moisten her throat first.

"Thank you, Ah Fu." Lin He held the glass and nestled obediently on the sofa, "Have the others not come back yet?"

"Yes, Miss." Alfred did not forget to answer while he was busy, "But I think they will come back late today, the master has a meeting tonight."

"Master Jason is not in Gotham right now, as you know, he needs to travel around in this kind of job." Alfred said with a smile, "Master Dick has returned to Bludhaven, and he won't be back tonight. Mention According to Master Mu, the company needs his help."

Lin He counted the number of people and felt that one was missing: "What about Damian?"

"Master Damian went to play at his classmate's house tonight. You may not know him. It's Mr. Jonathan."

Lin He: "..."

Why do I feel so relieved from Mr. Butler's tone, isn't Damian's popularity very good?

This is impossible!He obviously looks good!

Lin Yangou He had great trust in the genetics of the Wayne family.

——Although Damian seems a little arrogant, as if expressing a sentence with his expression all the time: stupid!So stupid!

But there is one thing to say, his expression sometimes really reminds Lin He of a game he played before - Sherlock Holmes, the protagonist of "The Detective of Baker Street".

In that game, the player controls not the protagonist Sherlock, nor his assistant and roommate Watson, but a cat.

Originally, Lin He thought that the player would help the detective and his assistant to solve the case, but unexpectedly, Mr. Assistant and she are both people who eat melons—well, in fact, only she is extremely useless, and Mr. Watson as an assistant is still very useful. At least more useful than her.

After wandering his mind for a while, Lin He had unconsciously finished drinking the water.And Alfred just prepared Lin He's meal.

After telling Lin He to call him for something, Alfred left - he still had to mend the cracks in the bathroom wall.

Only Lin He, who sighed "Alfred is really omnipotent", was left in the living room.

After eating, Lin He washed the dishes without any hassle. She is used to washing in the real world.As for the dishwasher, Lin He has never seen it before. She washes it by hand, so naturally she didn't notice the weird machine in the kitchen.

After washing, she clapped her hands, opened her panel and fell into thought.

At present, she has only unlocked two life skills, one cooking and one painting.The rice made by the cooking skill has attribute bonuses, but I don’t know what the painting skill is for.

Lin He thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea.She ran to Alfred.

"You mean photos of family members?" Alfred straightened up, a little surprised, "Yes, there are, but why do you want that?"

"It's nothing, I'm just fine, I want to draw a picture, I don't know what to draw for a while, so..."

"So you want someone from the painter?" Alfred understood, he smiled gently, and encouraged, "That's a great note, Miss Helea. Wait a moment, I'll get the photo album here you are."

Three minutes later, Lin He was sitting on the sofa with a thick photo album, flipping through it solemnly.

After carefully picking out a photo where everyone was there and their faces were clear, Lin He dug out a series of drawing supplies such as drawing boards and canvases from his room.

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After Bruce walked into the house, he saw Lin He holding an easel in the living room, with his back turned to him, drawing something on the canvas.

He could also see Lin He wearing a white one-sleeve apron with a bow tied behind her.

"What is she doing?" Bruce asked Alfred, who had just opened the door for him, in confusion while taking off his coat.

"Miss Helea is drawing, isn't that obvious, sir?" Alfred teased, "I think she's really artistic."

"Really?" Bruce smiled and hissed at Alfred, "I'll go and see."

After approaching, Lin He didn't notice Bruce's approach, but was still frowning and thinking about something.

Bruce first noticed Lin He's appearance, and saw that there were traces of paint on the apron on her face, and she was a colorful little cat.

This made Bruce amused, before he turned his eyes to what was on the canvas.

The colors on the canvas are vibrant and the overall background is made up of reds and yellows.

Bruce knew at first glance that Lin He painted a maple leaf forest, like the scenery on the other side of the park.

There are maple trees on both sides of the canvas, and a path covered with golden-red fallen leaves in the middle.The path separates the maple forest, and there is a bench beside the forest on the left, and there is a street lamp beside the bench.Because it is daytime in the painting, the street lights are not on.

A girl with blond hair was sitting on the bench, she was reaching out her hand as if trying to catch something.Standing across from her is Bruce himself, in the painting he is holding a hot dog in his hand and is about to hand it to Lynch.

On a tree behind the street lamp, Damian is sitting steadily on the branch, staring at the right side of the painting, holding an apple in his hand as a throwing shape.

Following Damian's gaze and throwing direction, under a maple tree on the right side of the painting are Alfred who is laying tablecloths and Cassandra who is earnestly helping.Interestingly, the tablecloth was black with a chubby bat printed in the middle.

Of course, Damian's target was not Alfred and Cassandra, but Dick who was sneaking behind Alfred and trying to touch the food in the basket beside Alfred.

At the end of the path, Barbara, who was carrying another basket, and Stephanie, who was holding a large parasol that seemed to be tied up, were laughing and talking about something, and they walked towards Alfred with a smile. .

Behind them, Jason pointed his camera at Tim, who was drowsy against the maple tree, and seemed to have snapped several dark photos.

The whole picture is warm and cheerful. Although Lin He didn't draw some characters very carefully due to time constraints, it still made Bruce recognize everyone at a glance.

Bruce looked at Lin He who was perfecting the painting, coughed a few times, and woke up Lin He who was immersed in painting.

"Ah, you're back!" Lin He put down his brush, and scratched his face with a little red and yellow paint in embarrassment, "I didn't pay attention just now."

"Don't be nervous, Hurley," Bruce said gently, "You're my daughter, so it's okay to be casual in front of me."

"Did you draw everyone having a picnic?" Bruce shifted the subject to her drawing in due time. "It's very beautiful, and you really have a talent for drawing, Hurley."

"Thank you!" Lin He, who was praised, was a little happy. "The first drawing was a bit rough, and the background characters were not handled well. I will work harder next time."

Looking at the painting with warm colors, Bruce felt his tense emotions and mental pressure suddenly eased, as if he was infected by the painter's positive and sunny emotions when painting.

"Would you like to go out for a picnic, Hurley?" Bruce asked with a smile. "Maybe we can go together sometime."

Alfred joked: "This is a good idea, sir. It's hard for you to give yourself a vacation."

"I've always wanted to give myself a vacation," Bruce said half-truly, raising an eyebrow. "By the way, Hurley, maybe you'd like me to hang this painting in the living room?"

"Ah?" Lin He was suddenly stunned, she followed Bruce's gaze, and there was a famous masterpiece hanging on the wall, which was much prettier than hers, "But that, my painting is not as good as that Everyone."

Even with game bonuses, people are self-aware!Lin He thinks that his paintings are definitely not as good-looking and artistic as everyone else's works.

"But I like your painting better." Bruce winked at her, "Can you?"

Lin He: "...no problem!"

Give you, give you, give you all!You can hang me up if you want!