[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The warehouse was bought in someone else's name, in order to hide it from Batman.

Recently, Roy is engaged in some kind of bodyguard company or something, and Jason can be regarded as a fan of his friends.

Jason turned on the light and walked over.

Light and dark intertwine and change.

Lucilia blinked, feeling the difference.

When the surroundings are dark, her sight is closer to some kind of sonar refraction, and those refractions are processed by her brain to form an image. At this time, she is see-through.

When the light is turned on, this pattern will dissolve like scattered fluorescent lights, revealing the ordinary world below.

She blinked again, watching Jason walk to her side, pass her again, and move on.

"Go on, it's not there yet." Jason raised his hand and waved it forward, which should be a gesture to move forward.

There is a pile of goods in the innermost part of the warehouse, and the positions are staggered back and forth, giving people a visual error that they have reached the end. In fact, if you turn to the side, you can continue to walk.

Jason reached out and held the handle of the employee's door. A halo of light swept across and the lock was released. Jason then unscrewed the door.

"Welcome to the Red Bat Cave."

"Red bat?"

Lucilia poked her head in. It was pitch black inside, and the sight mode was automatically switched. She saw the panorama here at once. Of course, the details are not so clear. The clearest things in refraction imaging are always stones and metals.

The Red Bat Cave is a downward space.

From here, it spreads the width of several streets, with a central section deeper into the waterway system below the GCPD.

Lucilia threw the ball in, and the black ball flapped its wings and circled downward, and she followed behind, stepping on the steps with precision and jumping down at high speed.

Jason steps down.

The system senses the return of the owner, and the light turns on.

The human sat in front of the host, woke up the system, and began to review the recent surveillance. He seemed to be looking for something, concentrated on it, and just flicked his fingers to signal Lucilia to walk around and take a look by himself, just don't mess around and touch things.

"..." It's easy to deal with.

Qiuqiu didn't know where to go, so Lucilia turned to look for it.

Going around the huge host screen, went to the next platform, and after going around twice, Lucilia found Qiuqiu in a subtle place. This place is not considered hidden, but it cannot be seen from near the main platform. In the shadows, like an eerie mausoleum of memories.

"Showcase?"

Lucilia moved a little closer.

Red, green, yellow.

An indescribable way of combining colors.

Lucilia stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt that this thing looked familiar, as if she had seen it before?It seems that I have never seen it.

"Robin uniform." Qiuqiu gave a brief explanation.

Robin is a bird.

A uniform is a designated garment worn in a special state, such as when working?

So "Robin" is some kind of job?

Lucilia gestured confusedly: "But, he can't fit."

It's also too small.

Red jacket, yellow cloak, green short sleeves, and green boots, green gloves, green...

Lucilia struggled to search the vocabulary bank, looking for words.

"Briefs?"

Is this briefs? ? ?

Looking at the dazzling green-scaled shorts, Qiuqiu choked as if awakened by Lucilia.

After about ten seconds, the stubborn Qiuqiu barely recovered his voice, and said with difficulty: "...these should not be briefs, at least not that kind."

It flapped its wings suddenly to keep hovering, its tail curled up, and its head was lightly tapped, as if it was thinking about why it couldn't think about it, and lured Lucilia to see such a ghost.

Lucilia turned her head to look at Qiuqiu, watching, watching, and staring at it.

She deserves something.

Some emotions, some inductions, the more excited and deliberate the other party is, the more clearly she can perceive them.

But when it comes to Qiuqiu, Lucilia's ability seems to be invalid.

It can't be said that this black egg that is almost gnashing its teeth has no distracting thoughts in its mind, can it?

Lucilia was a little puzzled.

It was also at this time that she slowly realized that she seemed unable to sense Qiuqiu's emotions.

Qiuqiu has already flapped its wings and turned around gracefully. Compared with flying, it is more like cruising in the sea. The wings are just the fins on its side, which are used for balance and steering.

"It doesn't matter, it's not important." Qiuqiu muttered, disgusted.

It flies in.

Lucilia followed.

"You seem to know this place well?"

"No." The frequency of the racket beating its wings accelerated, and the tail flicked, looking very unhappy.

"It's just that human beings have similar patterns, and they especially like to flock together. If you touch one of the groups correctly, you can easily guess the other."

"So who did you figure out?"

Qiuqiu was silent for a moment, thinking.

"not me."

This answer is too short.

Lucilia suspects that Qiuqiu is dealing with herself again.

Many rooms have identity verification, and that kind of high-tech device firmly guards the doors one after another, completely denying Lucilia the chance to enter. She understands why Jason is so reassuring and bold, making her this one is still unknown. The gargoyles roamed about in the cave.

I can't go where I can't go.

Finally they came to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" Lucilia asked Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu was nestling on top of the sugar bowl, fluttering its wings to wrap itself up, and its tail was curled delicately at the bottom of its body. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "What?"

"I could try cooking. People have to eat, right? Do you?"

Eating, drinking, and sleeping, Lucilia remembered all these things.

"Get me some wine."

liqueur?

She didn't realize what "wine" was at the first time, but she stretched her hand aside, slid across the counter, went up, and found the wine bottle placed by someone who didn't know.

There are all kinds of them, and some of them are quite good.

Lucilia didn't know what she was basing her judgment on, but she did know the difference between good and bad, and which one would make the ball easier to swallow.

Ice, drinks, shakes.

The sound of swishing la la repeatedly stirred deep in the eardrum.

"Have we known each other for a long time?" Lucilia asked while shaking the wine.

She has asked a lot of questions today, but she doesn't think there is anything wrong. In fact, she still has more questions, such as her eyesight, such as whether she is a gargoyle or not.

Qiuqiu could sense Lucilia's doubts.

Similarly, Lucilia could vaguely realize that Qiuqiu would not answer.

This feeling doesn't require sensory abilities, it's more of an intuition.

The "swish" sound in the shaker became lighter and more delicate, and Lucilia knew that the liquid inside was ready. She took out the wide-mouth cup, put pure water ice cubes in it, and poured the liquid into it.

She also found a sprig of mint for garnish.

The ball fluttered to the edge of the cup, probably suspended?Unexpectedly, he didn't overturn the cup, and lowered his head to peck at the liquid.

Lucilia instinctively felt that her skills should not be bad, but Qiuqiu looked like she just wanted to get drunk.

"It went in."

Human voices sounded.

It was only then that Lucilia realized that Jason had come over. She was so absorbed in the sound of shaking ice cubes colliding with metal that she didn't notice the approach of humans at all.

He has already folded his wings and got himself into the glass, and was stuck by the owner because of the narrower and narrower body of the glass, let alone the wriggling ball. "Chirp" sound, the pointed tail sticks out of the cup and flicks back and forth.

I don't know if I was drunk in seconds.

Or is it closer to the state of "lower IQ, refusing to think"?

Lucilia was a little unsure what happened to Qiuqiu suddenly, and couldn't help thinking: How did it manage to pour the whole glass of wine and ice cubes in an instant?

In particular, the volume of the liquid is about twice that of the ball.

And it's not magnified by it.

Where did it all go...?

Lucilia couldn't hold it back, and poked Qiuqiu from behind. Qiuqiu let out a grunt, and arched inward, immediately getting stuck even more thoroughly.

Jason who was watching the play: "...Pfft." He couldn't hold back.

The subtle and serious atmosphere just now was gone.

"You went to the display case?" Jason asked.

Lucilia, who didn't know the monitoring system yet, didn't know why Jason knew what happened just now. Humans definitely didn't follow them at that time.

But she doesn't care about that either.

"Look, especially those green panties."

Lucilia spread her hands.

"vivid memory."

Jason: ...?

What?