[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

In some respects, whether Jason wanted to admit it or not, Big Brother had more experience than him.

Nightwing sent some women's or unisex clothes.

Look at Lucilia, the little magician's dress-like equipment, at first glance, is not an ordinary person. This kind of clothes can be directly used as a uniform for night watchmen. Of course, you can't just wear it directly to the supermarket for shopping.

Lucilia didn't ask too much, and picked out a set of black-themed clothes with the help of Qiuqiu, including legging pants, sneakers, and a hooded sweater that was loose enough to wrap around the thighs.

"That's right, he doesn't look like a good boy at all." Qiuqiu was quite satisfied.

Lucilia thinks it is as long as it is happy, and what she wears is not too important.

Coincidentally, Jason was also dressed in black.

……

"No, it's better to change the suit." Qiuqiu's expression collapsed instantly.

Jason felt that this thing was making trouble for no reason, and pushed the ball aside. He had more important things to ask, "Do you have a concept of the scope of human power?"

"like you?"

"...Smaller. In a society of ordinary people, you can't show strength beyond ordinary people." Seeing that the gargoyle lost its memory, Jason tried to explain in more detail: "Being a special case does not gain anything Good thing, trust me."

Lucilia blinked innocently, trying to calculate, but the calculation failed.

"Simply put: you want me to pretend to be a normal person."

"That's right. Aliens, demons, mutants, there are enough problems in this world. I don't want to go to some strange institution to bail you out or jailbreak you. You have to avoid being feared by others."

"It's not my fault that I'm strong." Lucilia was not satisfied with this request.

The two requirements of not killing people and not affecting innocent people are understandable, but what the hell is it to prevent yourself from scaring people? It's not my problem that they are timid.

Lucilia narrowed her eyes to express her dissatisfaction.

But Jason didn't have the nerve to receive brain waves, or humans pretended not to see it on purpose, so he just shrugged his shoulders copingly and motioned for Lucilia to follow him.

"Let's go, drive over there."

Lucilia stared at the human's back and snorted softly, but she didn't really resist.

Jason found himself a pair of sunglasses and chose a sports car.

Sao red or sapphire blue doesn't make much difference to gargoyles.The fragile iron skin, this is how Lucilia feels about the car, and the moving speed is not too fast for her.

The crowded supermarket left a deep impression on Lucilia.

She stood at the door for a long time, almost still and petrified into a statue. It wasn't until Jason urged her that she reluctantly moved and slipped into the crowd.

"If they're fragile they shouldn't be so crowded," Lucilia protested.

Pushing a large cart full of various items in such a crowded situation, not only must be careful not to hit people, not to pinch the car, but also be careful not to let the things on the shopping cart fall.

"How is this possible?" Lucilia complained.

Jason looked at the show with a face: "Human life is so difficult."

"It's too difficult." The gargoyle sighed.

Not to mention that she can still feel that some humans are rejoicing in their hearts: there are not many people today.

...skull hurts.

While Jason was picking out frozen fish, Lucilia pushed the cart to the corner and propped his chin to look at the crabs in the tank next to him. An unlucky little fish jumped up from the next door and landed on the crab's side. Now Being eaten by crabs.

Qiuqiu accompanied her, concentrating on squatting on her shoulders, pretending that she was a puppet sewn on the clothes.

Just staring blankly, Qiuqiu suddenly made an extremely small sound that would never be heard by others.

"Lucilia."

The tail moved quietly, drawing an arrow on Lucilia's shoulder.

Lucilia looked up in that direction and saw a familiar person.

Or a familiar soul.

"Nightwing?"

Lucilia's voice was not loud.

Dick heard it.

Richard Grayson, nicknamed Dick, is a small police officer in Bludhaven next door, wearing ordinary everyday clothes to cover his nightly superhero image.

He thought about all kinds of situations where his identity would be exposed.

For example, being defeated by the villain and tearing off the mask.

For example, when I was a policeman in an emergency situation, I had to reveal my full strength, and someone deduced my secret identity in the end.

It's all possible.

But he didn't think about it.

Dick Grayson never thought that he would be called out by a little girl in the supermarket without warning.

"..." He looked around, then pointed at himself.

Lucilia was confused.

"if not?"

if not?Why not?

Dick's mind froze.Lucilia could clearly feel the pure blankness, as if she accidentally pressed the layer to clear it when she was happy to paint, and the world became silent.

The worst thing is that there is no CTRL+Z in the real world, and one-click undo is only available in dreams.

The only good thing is that the mall is noisy enough. The sound just now was not loud enough to be heard by many people. No one here knows Dick, and not many people care about Ye Yi.

Jason came from behind, put down the mutton in his hand, pressed Lucilia's shoulder, and pushed to the side.

Dick looked around and walked towards the claw machine.

Lucilia: ? ? ?

what happened?what happened?Why doesn't she understand this unfolding? ? ?

Why did Jason push her into the escape, and why did Nightwing bring a doll?And it was pitch black, except for a blue bird on its chest.

Lucilia was holding the puppet of Ye Yi, a little dazed, she hadn't seen Ye Yi's uniform yet.

"what happened?"

Perhaps it was because the gargoyle was too confused, Dick's serious expression collapsed, and he turned to Jason, beckoning the "guardian" to ask.

Jason didn't shirk, pressed Lucilia's shoulder and asked, "How do you know him?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"..." Jason looked up at Dick, agreed mysteriously, then lowered his head again, "Listen clearly, what I'm asking is: How do you know he's Nightwing?"

Only then did Lucilia dully realize that something was wrong.

"I'm not supposed to know?" she asked.

Confused and innocent.

Either he really didn't understand what happened, or he was a performer at the actor level.

It seems that something is really wrong.

Jason could feel more power on his shoulders, and Lucilia didn't intend to resist. Even if it was added, these powers were not a threat to her, and, it seemed that in this matter, some human beings Innocent, even though she was innocent herself.

"Let me think about it," Lucilia tried to analyze the matter, "Things that I can see at a glance should not happen to you, right?"

"Your ability is very special." Jason also had his own analysis, "How did you judge?" Damn, he's talking like a dark old bat now.Jason was cursing in his heart, but his surface was still serious as if it was the eve of the end of the world, "Soul?"

"I guess, yes?" Soul.

Or something more subtle?

"I can feel his love for the night sky, just like Nightwing, this kind of thinking is probably hard to hide."

There are too many conditions for judging the attribution of thinking.

Likes, favorites, discomfort, complaints, imagination, responses to circumstances, logical order, and patterns.

Who can completely hide these?

That was too scary.

Much scarier than the devil itself.

Lucilia thought casually.

"What are we thinking now?" Dick asked suddenly.

"Try to seal me up, or find a mage, or something?" She spread her hands, still acting innocently, "I don't know the exact idea, unless you scream repeatedly in your head, that strong emotion is suppressed." What I perceive may be interpreted correctly. In reality, my perception is only a detection of emotional changes."

Lucilia tried to add some modern words to make the communication between the two parties smoother.

"I can sense that you are being aggressive towards me, more wary and less trustworthy."

Although not much before.

It just fell to a negative number in a few seconds?

"Then, based on these changes, judge what you are thinking."

"Then why don't you run away?" Jason seemed to be interested in the current situation. The human let go of Lucilia's shoulders, crossed his chest, and looked at the gargoyle, "We're going to find a mage to seal you gone."

"But at least you won't do it now. After all, I'm innocent, and you didn't tell me any secret identity in advance, and this time it's not all my fault."

"You didn't mention your abilities either."

"You didn't ask."

"Should I ask? How do I know what abilities you have, and where do I start?"

"But I don't know, I lost my memory."

Lucilia, of course.

Jason choked.

As if being choked by water, suffocating on the verge of spraying out.

He looked like he wanted to pick up the gargoyle by the back collar, shake it, and shake it hard.