[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Jason decided to put the plan of killing Red Robin on the agenda, but Lucilia just wanted to hold the phone and continue to gossip. The human watched the gargoyle roll to the sofa, quickly formed a small ball, and could only knock on the table .

"Ask the phone system, it will guide you to your room." Don't sleep here like he abused the newcomer.

Lucilia, who was addicted to the Internet, just raised her paw and waved it, indicating that she would move away later.

After a while, the surrounding area became empty.

The already insufficient human breath in the Red Bat Cave became weaker.

Jason is out?

Lucilia raised her head, looked left and right, and reconfirmed that Jason had indeed left. Then Lucilia got up, went back to the display cabinet, and lightly pressed the glass door, which automatically popped open.

Take out your phone, take a picture, close the cabinet door, and slip back to the sofa to nest up.

As if nothing happened.

What to do next?

Lucilia stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"What do humans generally do?" she asked the intelligent system.

Of course, the mobile phone system couldn't answer this question. The substitute nanny, Red Robin, propped her chin and pointed her fingers to think about whether to make a sound—Jason was taken out by Ye Yi to work as a coolie, and now Tim is in charge of the gargoyle.

While Tim hesitated, Lucilia went to her bedroom.

The small room is equipped with a set of bathing and sanitary facilities. Except for the most basic bed, there is nothing clean in the room, even a bit of concrete style.

……

Lucilia felt a strong disgust pervading deep in her heart.

"Go out and buy some daily necessities." Qiuqiu suggested.

"I have no money."

One of the sources of human distress: money.

"you……"

In the middle of the conversation, the ball suddenly choked, stuck for a long time, and suddenly collapsed on the bed as if it leaked air. The bed surface was hard and uncomfortable. It rolled and flopped on it. Clumped together on the table.

Ball closed itself.

Lucilia had a question mark in her head.

The gargoyle with the question mark turned over on the bed, and decided to pass the time by watching dramas.

Bat cave.

In front of the monitoring station.

Tim rested his forehead in thought.

If this gargoyle just stays like this all night, or watches dramas all night, should I monitor her all night, or go to sleep for a while?

Fortunately, Lucilia didn't bore Tim for too long.

An hour later the gargoyle raised its head from the pillow and sat up.

"That won't work."

"Huh?" Qiuqiu fell into a drowsy sleep, with wings wrapped around his head, and his tail curled up to show that he was listening.

"I'm anxious and this is not the life I should be living."

There was a burning feeling deep in her bones, preventing Lucilia from continuing to slump in the bedding, urging her to get up quickly, go outside, and do something.

She kicked off the quilt, stretched all over her body, and looked at the ceiling.

After staying for a while, the whole gargoyle jumped up from the sofa and ran out of the red bat cave like the wind.

Tim, Tim froze.

"She acted too suddenly!" Tim connected to the internal line, regardless of the sound of gunfire, and quickly tapped on the keyboard, "Dahong, I will transfer some money to her account and ask her to go to the bank in your name." Shopping."

Somewhere in Gotham, Dahong who was chasing and shooting at someone's ass was stunned: "Who?"

Above him is Batman gliding past - the Nightwing version.

"Lucilia? You didn't even prepare a set of pajamas for her, did you?" Big Blue Bird condemned, "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Why should I buy pajamas for the statue?" Jason shouted and complained back.

"You said she was a 'girl.'"

"You said she was a 'girl who could lift me up with one hand'."

During the two or three sentences between Big Blue and Big Red bickering, Tim managed to transfer money and text messages. He multitasked, switching back and forth between different monitoring devices, keeping an eye on Lucilia who kept going away, and at the same time To speak to the two brothers.

"It's been resolved, I just want to tell you. And, our No. [-] target has escaped."

"Damn it." Jason cursed and got on the motorcycle.

There was a roar, and a faint explosion.

In the corner of Gotham, Lucilia raised her head and looked around.

"explode?"

"Gotham features." Qiuqiu spread his wings.

"A lively city." Muttering, Lucilia took out her mobile phone, and the text message reminded her that a sum of money had just been deposited, as well as Jason's text message.

[Go to this 24 supermarket to buy daily necessities and pay by mobile phone. The specific operation is as follows (payment process picture. JPG) (the destination is the map of the supermarket. JPG). RedHood】

The target location was not very far, more than a kilometer, and Lucilia chose to walk there.

Almost all the shops on the main road were closed.

"They call Gotham the City of Eternal Night, doesn't that mean it's open all night?" Lucilia asked.

Qiuqiu squatted on her shoulders, like an ornament sewn on her shoulders.

"You'll know." Cope as usual.

Robbery, mayhem, and criminals rushing out of who knows where.

This is the theme of Dark Nights in Gotham.

The high beams made Lucilia's vision confused, wandering in the intertwined white and black, she could barely see the big car rushing and the motorcycle that was chasing after her.

"Isn't that..." Lucilia struggled to identify in the confusion, "Jason's motorcycle?"

"It seems to be," Qiuqiu raised his wings, like a dog raising his ears, "he is chasing an oil tanker, and that thing will explode if it is inappropriately stimulated."

"What do you mean by inappropriate stimulus?"

Qiuqiu thought for a while: "Like fire? Forget about the others." It wasn't too sure either.

Lucilia was not sure what to do for a while, she looked down at her phone, trying to find Jason's contact information, but unfortunately, although the text message just now had a signature, the number was hidden, and she didn't know if she could dial it directly.

Lucilia hesitated.

The first to notice this was Red Robin.

"Lucilia is on the collision line." Tim sent the data to Jason, "Maybe we can try to get her to help."

"The speed of that car is at least 120." Jason disagreed.

"You said she doesn't cushion the way we do."

Unlike other birds, Jason, who has always been confused about magic, was almost 100% sure that it was some kind of magical power or some kind of talent that penetrated Lucilia's fighting instinct when he saw Lucilia land on the ground. magic.

That's why Tim thought he could give it a try.

"She definitely saw the truck, she had no intention of avoiding it, she was still standing in the middle of the road."

"No, she's not ready yet. Link us up." He's soaring toward 130 now, unable to make a move.

"Okay." Tim pressed the mandatory communication, called Lucilia's mobile phone, and dialed the port to switch to Jason's hood.

Lucilia stared blankly at the incoming call screen that suddenly lit up before pressing the answer button.

"Hello?" This was her first call.

"Lucilia." It was Jason's voice.

"Jason? I saw your motorcycle." Lucilia even waved in that direction.

Jason almost choked on the air in the hood, and asked angrily, "Then give me a reason, why are you still standing there?"

"I can stop it for you. You're chasing the car in front, aren't you?"

"You know how much impact that means?"

"I can throw it out. Crowbar principle?"

...what the hell.

Experience tells Jason and these strange creatures that it is not feasible to talk about scientific principles, whether it is the principle of leverage or gravity, if you have to say it, maybe?Quantum mechanics?

Jason just followed the other person's words and asked, "And then?"

The human stomach hurts and shows the patience he used to reason with Bizarro back then.

"The route they chose is a residential street. There are living people in the houses on both sides of the street. Where are you going to throw it? If it is not handled properly, the explosion caused by it may destroy this place."

And, Jason emphasized: "We don't allow that to happen."

Lucilia thought for half a second, looked at the tanker truck approaching her eyes, and gave up thinking.

She stepped aside.

The oil tanker rushed past her at high speed, and the gangsters shouted excitedly on top, but the wind pressure couldn't make Lucilia move at all, at most, her hair was disturbed.

Money, madmen, clowns! ! !

These fantasies galloped by.

Shred the bat!

Embrace the city of Gotham——! ! !

They scream inside.

Qiuqiu still lay firmly on Lucilia's shoulder, motionless, and pointed behind with the tip of its tail.

Jason caught up.

"I want to get in your car." Lucilia said while grabbing the phone.

"What?" Before Jason could react, he felt that the motorcycle was barred. At a speed of 120+, the car didn't intend to turn over, and quickly regained its original balance.

Lucilia wrapped her arms around his waist.

Jason: "...do we know each other well?" Just get on my motorcycle.

"It's ripe now." Lucilia acted naturally, tightened her hands a little, and begged silently, "Let's chase it together, and then go shopping for daily necessities together."

The moment the gargoyle retracted its strength, humans felt the wailing from the Kevlar fiber, which was extremely clear.

What else could Jason say?

"as long as you are happy."