[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Maybe Batman really has the means to kill a demon.

Lucilia was not worried.

Part of it is because Batman has no killing intent, and the other part is more subtle, it seems that "death" is not an unacceptable thing for him.

Maybe it's because I was originally from hell?

She advances in silence.

The pressure weakened, and her body also weakened. The struggle just now consumed a lot of energy, and she began to feel needs, strong appetite, and some other inexplicable thoughts.

She thought of hell's lava and demon's fire.

That was much warmer than holy water.

Well, yes, this is the thing.

Lucilia frowned, her skin was burning, this time the water from the sprinkler was holy water, but the power contained in the water was not pure enough to offset her protective film.

The gargoyle ignored the sprinkler and continued on its way.

The other hand was still holding Nightwing.

This is not like a rescue, more like a hostage.

"Remove the wall on the left in the next room." Ye Yi, who was held hostage, had to give her directions in time. During the difficult journey, Ye Yi discovered something and couldn't help asking: "How did you do that?" of? It just picks the opposite wall every time."

If Yeyi didn't make a sound in time, then the wall that Lucilia raised her hand to smash must be in the opposite direction.

Lucilia: "...then smash it around."

Who said that it can't be smashed in the opposite direction?

"Didn't you know the earth is round!" the gargoyle was throwing a tantrum.

Ye Yi began to suspect that this guy just wanted to hit two more walls.

I don't know if the number of walls in Arkham is enough for her to vent.

"Why don't you meet any other prisoners?"

Apparently the number and strength of the walls were not enough, after another walk, Lucilia began to complain.

"Turn down the left side and go down the passage to reach the low-temperature area of ​​the Freezing Man, and then go to the hall, the task is completed." Ye Yi could only randomly select a "lucky" kid, "Do you still remember our rules? ?”

"Don't kill, I know."

Lucilia continued to dismantle without looking back.

The strange thing is that the pressure brought by the sacred object has not weakened, and the closer it is to the low-temperature area, the stronger the pressure will be.

So, Freeze is Batman's reinforcement?

The front wall is different.

Lucilia stopped in her tracks.

The surrounding temperature dropped to a certain level, and Nightwing's breathing began to stir up hoarfrost. Fortunately, his uniform had a constant temperature function, so he would not be frozen to death.

"It won't last long. If I can't pass after 20 minutes, I will give up the game."

"Can't last 20 minutes?" Lucilia stared at Ye Yi.

Blurred shadows, he wasn't telling the truth, but he wasn't lying either.

"Hmph." The gargoyle turned its head away, "That's 20 minutes."

As soon as the words fell, Lucilia smashed the unlucky wall with one foot, the smell of ice and snow swarmed out, and the crystalline snowflakes were rolled by the airflow caused by the difference in temperature and temperature, and the gargoyle's face was covered with paste.

She got in against the cold wind.

He was wearing defensive clothing, his head was placed in a glass jar, and he was wearing glasses that seemed to protect his eyes from the cold.

Very strange.

"He looks like an instant food can." Lucilia couldn't help complaining.

The frozen man who habitually wanted to say something choked, and silently closed his mouth. The heart that wanted to speak quickly cooled down and merged with the ice edges covering the room.

"Don't blame me, little girl."

As he spoke, he raised the special freezing gun.

Attack signal!

Lucilia cheered up.

The Freeze Gun shoots out a freezing ray, rolling out icy cold air.

The next moment, she was wrapped in severe cold, and the divine power was everywhere, gradually weakening her senses, so that the gargoyle couldn't detect the problem immediately.

The hand that first came into contact with the air-conditioning quickly froze. Lucilia shook, but she didn't shake it off. On the contrary, even the protective film under her skin began to become brittle.

Frostbite?

Why would I be frostbitten?

Wait, it seems that the human encyclopedia said that there is actually no difference between frostbite and scald.

Lucilia dully realized that the pain spreading on her skin was not frostbite, but the holy water contained in the ice was burning her body.

By the time she reacted and wanted to do something, it was already too late.

The flame rushed to the ceiling, followed by the ice layer, forming an icicle in the blink of an eye, and the flame, together with the gargoyle, was tightly sealed by the ice layer.

Ye Yi, who got in, happened to see this scene.

"I said, I don't care if I die." The freezing man threw away the freezing gun, turned his head to the surveillance camera that was still working, and said, "The book I want, bring it here as soon as possible." Then he sat down on the ice chair I have no intention of escaping at all.

Ye Yi circled the icicle for half a circle, checked the time, and found that it was still far behind, so he simply found a place to sit down.

"What are you doing?" Frozen Man didn't like to share space with others, so he chased him away.

Ye Yi spread his hands regretfully: "The game is not over yet, don't worry. There are still 18 minutes."

No one wants to share the space of Freeze Man if they can.

It's so fucking cold.

And the gargoyle was sealed in fire and ice, and Dick couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.

Freezing Man doesn't have this leisurely attitude, he repeatedly looks at the special wall clock in the room that can run at 0 degrees, and prepares to throw Ye Yi out when the time comes.

15 minutes left.

Lucilia opened her eyes in the darkness.

Flames, and the pungent smell of tar.

Lucilia raised her head slightly back and took a deep breath.

She realized that she was in mid-air, but no matter how she moved or turned her eyes, she couldn't do what she wanted, it was more like she was attached to something.

Lucilia was a little puzzled.

She didn't know how long she had been here.

There is no time in this ghost place, and the constraints on space are not strong, and there is chaos and ambiguity everywhere.

And she herself was just floating like this, merging into this world that was full of pain and screams, but always remained the same.

The line of sight turned, leaving the gray-black sky accompanied by scarlet smoke clouds, and falling into the tar-soaked land, the high mountains wrapped in flames and magma, and the rivers forged by thick blood.

And a mountain of undead not far away.

They are pulling something.

Lucilia felt a throbbing in her bored heart.

She is curious.

For the first time in this unchanging hell there was something she didn't understand.

So, she was full of curiosity about him.

Jason Todd.

The dead robin cries blood.

He was only so small that Lucilia could hold him in her hands by lightly closing her palms.

It is so fragile that it can be easily crushed without using force.

But he still wants to live, wants to leave hell and return to the world.

"Human world, is it good?"

Lucilia heard herself asking.

Who else is behind her, the voice is low and subtly exaggerated, full of frivolity, as if this world is just the dust in front of his eyes, not worth mentioning.

"Human world... Do you want to see Lucy?"

"Go and see."

Human children are pulled away from hell by invisible forces, but death is an inevitable law. Even if a person can be resurrected, death must take something from him.

The child's memory and sanity were left behind.

Lucilia floated over, picked them up, and pushed them out of hell.

"Let's go, let's go to the world to see."

She turned around and hugged the neck of the person behind her, and hung it up.

"Take me to play, father."

Lucilia: ...

Father?

Why would a demon from hell have a father?

The residual heat of hell enveloped her.

Lucilia woke up from the darkness.

It felt a bit like that night on Gotham's Wayn Tower when she woke up blank.

But this time Lucilia did not lose her memory, she was simply still immersed in the memories just now, that young Robin bird, and now think about the current one.

Big, red red hood.

Humans are amazing.

How did he grow from such a small one to such a big lump.

"Button".

The tap interrupted Lucilia's thoughts.

She didn't close her eyes when she was frozen, so now she can clearly see what's going on outside the ice, and see Yeyi circling around her, knocking on the ice, as if evaluating whether a watermelon is ripe without.

"Five minutes left."

She heard Ye Yi say that.

……

Oh yes!

20 minutes!

Lucilia snapped back to her senses.

She is still hungry!

She's going to find Jason and have a good meal!

Without warning, the permafrost icicles made by a special method cracked with a snap.

The Freeze Man took up his Freeze Gun.

But Ye Yi signaled him to be calm.

Not only was he not afraid, but he began to observe seriously, wishing he could set up a video camera to record 24 hours a day.

"Are you waiting for the chick to break out of its shell?" Freeze couldn't help complaining, "The boy wonder."

"It's been a long time since no one called me that. I forgot, it seems that you are also from my uncle's generation?" Ye Yi chatted with him without looking back, which was to help him relax, "I was still Robin at that time, yes Wonder Boy."

"It's been more than ten years."

Ye Yi dealt with it casually, as if refusing to admit that he had reached the age where he could say "20 years ago".

"Crackling—"

Cracks in the ice began to spread.

The two stopped chatting and concentrated on waiting for the "eggshell" to break open.

The cracked long lines continued to spread.

In the center, the part facing Lucilia, has already produced traces like dense spider webs.

The crowd of onlookers inside and outside the surveillance system held their breath in unison.

A call rings on the intercom.

"Beep-"

Tim shook his hand, and the coffee almost flew out. After looking at it, he found that it was Jason's terminal.

The big red bird beat the little yellow bird until it was temporarily convinced, and was furiously planning its next revenge, and finally found time to pay attention to the progress of the Arkham Mental Hospital.

Tim hesitated for half a second, and quickly picked up the communication in order not to appear guilty.

"Red Robin is online."

"Red Hood."

Habitually coming to a group of self-reported homes, Jason asked: "How is Lucilia?"

"..." Tim glanced at the surveillance screen, then took a sneak peek at the old bat behind him, and replied hesitantly: "Probably, you missed the beautiful picture of the bird hatching?"

Jason: ...?

What the hell?