[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

"She doesn't need to remember. Those things that come from instinct, the guidance from the depths of the soul, don't need to be remembered."

Constantine bit his cigarette butt and said: "I'm sorry, guys, but the truth is so cute. For some races, memory and brains are not very important. It's better to have it, and it's okay to lose it. They are born with more. Convenient other abilities."

racial talent.

FUCKING HELL.

The human mage spit out a big smoke ring towards the sky, instead of the middle finger, he greeted something above.

"The demons that come out this time hold a 'permit', and mortals have no right to return them to hell, so I went to find 'Lucilia', she is the door, the one that allows demons to return to hell door."

Constantine continued: "To sum it up: she just needs to fight those monsters. Play games?" Constantine asked, "It's like fighting a boss."

Lucilia who doesn't play games: ...?

Shaking his head.

Constantine could only spread his hands and grin: "That's quite a coincidence, I don't play either."

Lucilia: ...

The human spirit is not very good.

Constantine is protected by some kind of "spirit", and Lucilia cannot fully see his thinking.

I can only vaguely feel Constantine's decadent thinking, "Fvck", "Fvck", "Fvck" full of curses.

"Since you hinted that they did this," Steven, who had been quietly observing, asked a question: "I guess you know a more specific list of attacks."

"..." Constantine sprayed circles of smoke rings into the sky, with a melancholy expression on his face, "Unless you can 100% shield your upper and lower eyes and ears, I will never tell you."

"The guy on 'Hope.' Stark and Gotham have been attacked, so what's next for Superman and Captain?"

Natasha guessed at will, just to see Konstantin choked.

"Continue." The mage coughed wildly.

Natasha said that she had no more ideas.

"Let's leave this job to detectives." She looked at Batman.

Batman was watching Lucilia, making the gargoyle shiver.

"I'll take her back to Gotham," Batman had already decided, "and you too." He stared at Jason again.

Red Hood: ...

I really wanted to raise my middle finger, but for the sake of outsiders, I held back for now.

Batman: "I'll give you 15 minutes." He grabbed Constantine who was trying to run away, and it seemed that there was still something to talk about.

15 minutes.

Lucilia ran to Jason's room to pack her things. She had a lot of trophies, as well as Jason's big braid.

"Don't eat!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sam drooling at Jason's hair, while the bone was between the sheep and the hair, it bared its teeth, and a suppressed roar rolled from the back of its throat.

Sam was quite fond of it, squatting in a corner of the room, not moving, humming aggrievedly.

"Hey..." He didn't finish his mouth again.

"Don't even think about it."

"Meh!" Stingy!

"Bones are the best." Rubbing the dog's head.

"Wow~" the dog rubs~

After finishing the two, Lucilia hurried to pack her hair again. She disassembled some paper shopping bags, spliced ​​them together with tape, wrapped her hair inside, and carefully wrapped the tape around the outer layer to fix it.

In this regard, Jason said that he was very difficult to accept.

"Really? Do you really want to collect these messy hairs?"

"Why not?" Lucilia asked seriously, "They are all yours."

There are so many slots, Jason will not find the right angle to start for a while.

Ten minutes out of the 15 minutes were spent tidying up their hair. In the 10th minute, the two of them were trying to move out together with big bags and small bags. Sam and Bones were also recruited as strong men.

Even Qiuqiu had a few ropes dangling from his mouth, with a bag hanging from underneath.

When they came out, Constantine was gone, as were Red Robin and the rest of the Avengers.

Only Batman and the Batplane hovering 1 meter above the roof remained on the roof.

Nightwing jumped out from the nose, facing the huge moving luggage mountain, the big blue bird silently climbed back to the cockpit of the plane, turned the Batplane around, and aimed at them with the cargo warehouse entrance.

The ramps for freight are built up one by one, just touching the ground of the roof.

Loading is a difficult process, as is unloading.

"What are you doing?" Damian yelled loudly.

The yellow bird jumped down from the second floor and hugged the bone into its arms: "It's only a few months old, and you actually let it carry something?!"

"Open your eyes, Robin. It's a demon."

Batman took the dog out of Robin's arms, threw it in Dick's face, grabbed Sam by the collar, and said, "Find her a room, and find a restraint cage for these two."

Dick hugged the dog with a look of "You are enough".

"It's still small!" Damian took the lead in protesting loudly, "It's not like I haven't raised demons before!"

Batman will not change his decision because of this, he emphasized: "This time is different."

"Enough, Bat. They're mine." Jason walked over with fists clenched, looking like he was about to punch Batman any moment.

The bat looked at him: "Then put it next to your room, and you are in charge."

"Of course, why don't I count on you?"

"I'm glad to hear that Master Jason is willing to stay overnight. I'll go and clean up right now." The butler Alfred appeared out of nowhere, muttered this, and then quickly drifted away.

Jason, who hasn't stayed here for a long time: ...

Also, why did Alfred go upstairs?

"What?" Jason didn't respond.

"I'm talking about the above." Batman was very calm, "Lucilia's eyes can look straight into the soul and thinking, and lies and concealments are meaningless to her."

What's above the Batcave?

It's Wayne House.

Jason: "...You just said, my room?"

The bat fell silent.

Dick leaned over and patted Jason on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Of course, your room is still the same, except for a big bed. You know, you can't sleep on the previous one."

While speaking, the eldest brother pressed Jason's shoulders to prevent him from running away suddenly.

Jason often ran away suddenly like this.

This time, for some reason, the big red bird, who was unwilling to return home, didn't protest, but just stood there stiffly. Jason opened Dick's paw after staying there for a while.

Out of some strange interest, Jason found a place to nest and didn't rush up.

"What's wrong?" Lucilia moved to his side.

Jason snorted and said, "That old bat looks weird, I suspect he's possessed."

Although she didn't know why Jason would say that, Lucilia still tried to analyze: "Maybe it's because he just came back from hell, so he will definitely be affected by some kind of bad influence. That's about the same as he died once while still alive. "

"..." Jason didn't answer.

Of course he knew, after all he had died too.Not crazy or stupid because he lost his memory completely during that time. Maybe he was crazy, but he can't remember now.

But at the same time, Jason also knew very well that it was death, and death would definitely take something away.

He was distracted when he heard Lucilia ask again: "You don't like this side?"

"No." Jason immediately gave a very positive answer.

But his mind doesn't say that.

Lucilia knew very well that there was a warm light yellow light in his mind, like an old photo that was carefully locked into the frame and carefully preserved.

And she has proof.

That night, when Lucilia was busy packing her luggage and stuffing a lot of trophies into the closet, she heard footsteps, a very light sound.

The traditional wooden door of Wayne's house could not cut off Lucilia's sensing ability. She could feel that Jason was outside, passing by her door, and going in another direction.

It's very empty there, if you try to "look", you may be attacked by two tigers again.

Lucilia withdrew her sensor, hummed an unknown song, and continued to tidy up.

Especially Jason's hair, she must keep it carefully.

……

Bruce Wayne's room was pushed away.

Some guy who wasn't sleeping at all was standing by the window, dazed.

The sound of the door opening made him turn around.

"Knock, Jason," Bruce said.

"Stop teaching me." Jason frowned, looking very upset, "Here you are."

The red barrel doll was thrown onto Bruce with a "snap".

Bruce caught it, puzzled.

"It has some positive effect on your sleep problems, although I don't know why."

On the first night, Batman slept soundly with the doll in his hands.There is no anxiety, fear after being violated by hell, nor hysteria in nightmares.

If you can solve the first night, you can solve all the nights after that.

Jason felt that his logic was fine.

"..."

Bruce just watched him break in so suddenly and hit himself with something without warning, he played with the red bucket doll in his hand dumbfoundingly.

Looking up, Jason was still there.

"Why don't you go?"

Jason didn't know why he didn't leave, he just didn't want to just walk away in such a disgruntled manner.

Bruce put the doll in his coat pocket.

"Want to know what I saw in hell, Jason." He changed the question.

"Like?" Jason asked back.

"In some special areas of hell, the time blocks are chaotic rather than linear."

Bruce looked down at the rag doll in his pocket. The head of the red barrel doll was too big to fit in. Bruce held it between his fingers, squeezed the big head and shook it, squeezed the white peas and it turned into a Vertical lines, it's pretty fun.

"I saw you."

Jason: "..."

Well, he damn well figured it out.

Batman meets his dead self.

Well now, one person's trouble has become two people's pain.

He'd already said that damn "sharing" was never a good habit.

The human's twitching thinking caught the attention of the gargoyle.

"Jay?" Lucilia called the human name from the other side of the corridor, "I need you to come and help."

"Not now." Jason said he was annoyed.

"But..." Lucilia leaned against the door and poked her head, looking at Jason with "I'm going to say it?" eyes: "It's scattered, I can't make it back myself."

"What is it?" Bruce suddenly became a little interested, and tried to pass Jason out of the room, "Maybe I can help." Anyway, he couldn't sleep, and by the way, it's not a waste of time to talk.

"Just...hair?"

Bruce: "Hair?"

Jason:  …

Jason:! ! !

"No, I'll just go."

Bruce: ...?

The door slams shut, almost slapping Bruce on the nose.