[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

I am stuck.

Or rather, I'm trapped in ice.

This piece of ice is very large and transparent. I can see the cold air emanating from the surface of the ice, but I am not very cold when I am trapped in the ice.

Although the ice blocks my movement, very strangely, I can blink.

It's really... weird here.

I was lost in thought.

I remembered.

I was eating supper in the kitchen just now, and my dad and his friend Zatanna were chatting outside. The radiator in the restaurant was broken, and even the kitchen was chilly.

I didn't go out to eat because of the social fear. Instead, I stood in the kitchen and ate with a plate, leaning on the microwave.

Then the microwave seemed to be pressed somewhere by me, and somehow it lit up.

I took my supper and wanted to turn off the microwave oven that was running, but the microwave oven did not respond when I pressed the off button. After thinking about it, I unplugged the microwave oven.

Because I don't know if the microwave oven will malfunction or something when it is idling, it will be embarrassing if the kitchen is blown up like my dad did.

Then a strange thing happened, the microwave I unplugged stopped working, but other appliances in the kitchen lit up one after another, and the refrigerator popped all its doors very normally.

Here's what's wrong! ! !

The freezer in the refrigerator is clearly a dishwasher! ! !How could it become a normal refrigerator freezer!

Unless my dad or Alfred replaced the built-in dishwasher-refrigerator Tim was talking about with a normal, identical-looking refrigerator while I wasn't looking.

But it's impossible, and it's not necessary.

Looking out from my position, I can still see my dad chatting with my friends, but it is relatively far away, and they don't speak very loudly, and I can't hear their voices.

This situation in the kitchen is either haunted or a hallucination.

In view of the fact that Batman just came this afternoon and inspected the Wayne mansion with his very black technology unknown energy detector, I firmly believe that there is a ghost in the house, not me having hallucinations.

And the holy water will smoke when splashed on it, can this fucking show me Batman doing magic tricks?

So now it's haunted.

"Dad! Are you still outside the kitchen? I forgot my phone in the room, can you help me?" I called out to my dad who didn't know if it was real or part of an illusion.

No one answered.

I don't have holy water on me either.

It's over, is it possible that Yi Lusi, who is wise and mighty, is about to be murdered by this ghost who doesn't look very smart?

Oh, the ghost who is not very smart at first glance has appeared.

The old woman, who doesn't look like a good ghost, has pale skin. It floats in the air, and the eyes of the puppet in her hand are as lively as the eyeballs of a living person.

The eyeballs turned around a few times and looked at me. The puppet said, "Scream!"

call your mother.

I ate the last bite of supper in my hand, and threw the plate in my hand as a weapon at the ghost.

The plate passed through the ghost's body, fell to the ground, and shattered.

"You are finished." I said to the ghost, "This is the most expensive plate in our house, worth 20 US dollars, unique in the world, and you can't even afford it."

I lied to it, how could the 20 plates be placed in the kitchen, they should be placed in the storage room.

Gui Piao stood motionless in front of him, as if he couldn't understand what I said.

Really don't understand?Can't communicate?Now it's difficult.

Those who can communicate with me can still fool around for a while, but those who cannot communicate can only stare at each other, either it will kill me or I will kill it.

"Scream." The puppet in its hand made a sound again, this time accompanied by the sound of the puppet, and various electrical appliances floating around.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and various kitchen appliances flew towards me. Before I was knocked unconscious, I raised my middle finger at the ghost faintly.

-

When I wake up again it will be now.

Outside the ice block is a repeated sky scene, with transparent colored blocks up, down, left, and right, and a piece of yellow land in front of it, with a few green grasses growing sparsely—a little more than Lex Luthor's head .

I don't know where the music came from. It is cheerful and rhythmic, which makes me feel very familiar.

Yes, I'm not familiar with it, the background music of the Grudge Match-[-] game I was playing recently.

The organizer of the game didn't know if he ran away with his money. Half a year later, the latest level was not updated. The stars I saved can be used to build a house. The original purpose of this game is to get stars through levels, to help The decoration of the protagonist’s house in the story—it hasn’t been updated at all, half of it is bright and bright, and the other half is dark and dusty, not to the extent that even obsessive-compulsive disorder can be killed.

The levels in the game are always endless, so I now play it as a purely recreational game, and play it before going to bed. If I can’t pass the level, I will dream that I am in match-[-].

Should be a nightmare for me.

So, am I dreaming right now?

According to the ghost's smashing method, if there is no accident and the situation is normal, I should be lying in the ICU.

It's hard to say whether I wake up or not.

Generally speaking, certain conditions are required for ghosts to kill people.

For example, a drowning ghost can drown you in a pool while you are not paying attention, a falling ghost can let you fall to your death from the balcony, and a fiercer one can directly kill you when you step on its territory , but there is no way to kill indiscriminately.

This ghost doesn't look like a good ghost, but it's not very powerful, and the puppet in its hand reads a scary nursery rhyme - if you see her, don't scream; otherwise she will tear it apart Your mouth rips out your tongue.

So what should be its killing rules? If you scream at it, it can kill you.

I want to sigh, but the ice block restricts my movements, so I can only sigh silently in my heart, and write down a note for this ghost in the notebook of revenge.

I'm really not proficient in ghost hunting. I've only heard about it but never seen it. I see more hallucinations than ghosts.

When I was still working in my post, I was in charge of violent output. Supernatural events are generally not my business, unless the ghost can be beaten by me—that’s why I threw a plate and went out to test the ghost. reason.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's in a dream or not, it's fine if it's not the real world.

In the real world, there is no huge version of the real match [-] game.

I probably understand what I am now.

In the match-[-] game, you need to use special props—such as bombs and rockets—to destroy ice cubes.

The kind that can't be collected in the level and the game will be lost.

"Maybe, we need to find a way to destroy the ice to save Louise who is trapped?" I heard Dick's voice.

I stopped my scattered thoughts and turned my eyes hard to look in the direction of the sound

Thankfully, Dick's location wasn't at a terribly tricky angle.

I saw him, and he met my eyes: "Hey! Louise's eyes are moving!"

"Louise? Can you see me?" He waved at me.

I blinked my eyes and replied to him, he should be able to see it, right?

"So, am I playing Saving Louise in my dream? Why are Timmy and Bruce in my dream?" Dick mused.

My dad said, "This is not a dream."

"I came back from the night shift, just laying down, and I didn't get any fear gas clown virus and messy magic." Dick retorted.

"Maybe, someone can tell me what happened?" Tim asked calmly.

Then they turned around and whispered to each other quietly, and I couldn't hear anything because of the background music.

Can't someone rescue me first before continuing to whisper?I'm bored being stuck here!I shouted in my heart, but they obviously don't have any mutant abilities such as telepathy, and there is no way to know what I am thinking in my heart.

Not long after, the three people who had finished muttering turned around, Dick looked up at me, and he took a few steps back.

Run-up, acceleration, I watched him with difficulty two or three times stuck on the edge of the cube and climbed to my side, as nimble as a monkey.

He stabilized himself, and tapped the ice cubes outside with one free hand. The crisp collision sound between the ice cubes sounded with Dick's tapping, and there was also a very weird animation-style collision sound.

He was stunned when he heard the voice, and asked me, "Is this ice cube solid?"

I don't know, I just know that I really can't break free from the shackles of this thing.

I tried to answer him with my eyes, but this is unscientific, it is the same as flirting with a blind man.

"Well, it seems that you don't know either." He shrugged and took out a table knife from his pocket.

I felt that he was trying so hard to drive the knife into the ice, but the ice wouldn't budge.

"It seems that violent means can't get you out." Dick returned the same way.

"I've played match-[-] games, but not this big," I heard Tim say below.

I also want to know how to play such a big match-[-] game.

But if the ghost really brought us here and wanted to kill us, it must be impossible for us to play match-[-] games here.

...What kind of shit is this.

"Maybe...is this your nightmare?" I heard my dad ask me, "If it is, then blink once, not twice."

I blinked.

Yes, I used to be obsessed with elimination games. When I couldn’t pass the level before going to bed and had to get up early the next day, I dreamed that I was trapped in the ice of the level that I couldn’t pass in the elimination game and was melted by the sun. up.

Very nonsensical, but indeed one of my nightmares.

It's really scary to be trapped in an ice cube until it melts in the sun!

The sky is all around me, is there a sun in the sky?

After I realized this, I suddenly felt the surrounding lights brighten up.

The surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, and in the expression of Dick who is about to turn into a famous painting, I feel that I have become a puddle of water and flowed down.

After reaching the ground, the three of them surrounded them.

"Louise..." Tim said very hard, I think his expression now is like the expression pack of that [old man, subway, looking at the phone], "Are you okay?"

"Uh, maybe?" I think I'm feeling pretty good right now.

Then the ground shook and I fell down a crack in the ground, and my dad reached out to catch me, but he forgot.

Water cannot be grasped.

-

I was distracted on the horse, and then I was awakened by the panicked sounds of people around me.

"What's the noise!" I reprimanded subconsciously.

Sure enough, after the reprimand, it was much quieter.

"Your Majesty! Don't you remember the rain&#* by Daming Lake 19 years ago?"

A calm voice came, and I couldn't hear a word. I subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. The man with the arrow in his chest was lying on the ground, his face was full of tears, and his expression was lifeless. Lovely.

"It's raining? Why is it raining? The weather is pretty good, there are no clouds in the sky." I raised my hand to cover my forehead, and looked at the clear sky in the distance.

The guard standing next to me covered his mouth with his hands, and gently reminded me in my ear: "Your Majesty, it's summer in summer, not rain!"

Oh, so I am an emperor.

"Xia Yu? Of course I know Xia Yu, and I also know that he has an older brother and sister named Xia Xue and Xia Binghai!" I said proudly.

The guard reminded me again: "Your Majesty, he is talking about Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake!"

"What? What did you say? Say it again?!" I said in shock - though I didn't know what I was shocked about.

I always feel that I shouldn't be some kind of emperor, and the one lying on the ground-I don't think he should be lying on the ground.

Then the man lying on the ground looked like he had passed out, but after my words fell, he jumped up and became furious, pointed at my nose and began to scold me: "I have passed out !!! You asked me to say it again! Are you still human!?"

In the terrified expressions of everyone, the man broke free from the guards holding him and came straight to me.

Before I fainted, I heard someone shout "There are assassins! Protect the emperor!" in a sharp voice.

Yes, he knocked me out. Surrounded by many guards and ministers, he bravely broke into the encirclement and took my head.

I don't know why, but a word came to my mind: scored twice.

When I regained consciousness again, I heard the voice of talking in my ear.

"When can I go out? How long will she be like this?"

"Zatana said that the ghost hid, and Louise just passed by where it was hiding, and hid on Louise."

"So you're...waking up?"

Eavesdropping was discovered.

I opened my eyes resentfully and got up. The two robbers sat in front of the campfire and looked at me. The firelight shone on their handsome faces and successfully made me forget what I wanted to say.

"Two handsome guys, robbery or robbery? No matter which I am, are you willing to go back to the capital with me? I will make you a noble concubine." I winked at them.

"..."

There was an eerie silence.

"It seems that her mind is still not clear." The handsome guy with a tuft of white hair on his head said to another handsome guy.

After scoring three times, I passed out again.

-

Anyway, it's a bit complicated.

I just molested my dad and my ex-boyfriend.

Now, if I go to the Justice League and ask if there is a way for me to immigrate to aliens, is it still too late?

It doesn't have to be too far, the moon will do.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed, unwilling to wake up and accept the embarrassing reality.

"It's useless to pretend to be asleep. Get up when you wake up." Jason knocked on the board of my bed.

The wooden bed board was banged by him. I opened one eye and looked outside. My dad was sitting in front of the table with a teacup in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about. He couldn’t tell if he cared if I just molested him. .

"Okay." I sat up straight, and then stood on the stool next to the bed, looking down at Jason, "I have something to say, and I have nothing to do."

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at me, and gestured with a knife in his hand.

I shrunk my neck subconsciously, and raised my hand to cover the back of my aching neck.

"Louise," my dad called me.

"Huh? What's the matter?" I jumped off the stool, went to the chair opposite my dad and sat down.

"Zatana is a magician from the Justice League, and she's here today to help us exorcise ghosts," my dad said.

"Ah?" I made a questioning tone, "Then did I disturb you to catch ghosts when I passed by today?"

My dad nodded heavily: "So now, that ghost is hiding on you."

... You'd better not lie to me about this.

I moved back with my chair.

"It's really on me? Is there a way to get it out?" I felt a little fear.

"We are in your dream now." Dad seemed to sense my fear and changed the subject.

"Uh, how did you get in?" Dad, did you see it?My little eyes were full of big doubts.

"Using magic." He didn't seem to want to explain this process, so he briefly said, "It will constantly arouse your fear in you, present it in dreams, and then make you lost in your fear."

"You have to conquer your fear," my dad said.

I recalled the previous two nightmares and fell silent.

The first one is indeed a nightmare, but the second one, which is the dream we are in now-is it a nightmare?

Did you know that I was afraid of death and arranged this way?

I'm baffled.

"I think you are going to move forward." Jason, who had been standing by and listening to us, suddenly said.

His figure is slowly fading, and the corners of this room are also slowly disappearing.

My dad pulled me up and walked out. When he was about to reach the door, he looked back.

Jason's figure has become very faded. He leaned against the wall and looked at us. He put his fingers together and made an upward motion on his temples, which was very cool.

Walking out of the door of this room, the scene behind him has all disappeared.

The slate floor on the feet turned into soft soil, and a European-style building stood in front of him—a dilapidated and decaying performance theater.

My dad and I are standing on the outskirts of this grand theater. There is a small river in front of it, and a brand new small wooden boat is parked on that small ferry, clearly inviting you to enter the urn.

"Dad." I picked up a newspaper on the ground and showed it to him.

The paper was badly yellowed, and the front page of the news had a picture of the old woman I saw, with the headline [Mary Shaw, excellent ventriloquist from Ravansfair] a whole section devoted to Mary · Xiao's news, who wrote the scary nursery rhyme I heard the puppet read on it with a red pen.

"'If you see her, don't scream; or she'll tear your mouth open and tear your tongue out.' Is screaming a condition of death?" My dad mused over the newspaper.

"Shall we go in and see?" I asked Dad.

"If we don't go in, we have no other way to go." He looked around and motioned me to look at the road behind him.

The vast expanse of whiteness is not the kind of foggy whiteness, but the kind of abrupt blankness in the painting where someone erased a part with an eraser.

"Looks like we have no choice." I sigh.

"Let's go." My dad took the lead in stepping forward.

The small wooden boat is the kind of very small wooden boat that can only be used by one person, and the boat will capsize if one more person sits on it.My dad got on the boat first, he stabilized in the wobble of the small wooden boat, and then gave me a place on the boat.

"Is it really not going to turn over? I think its waterline is a bit dangerous." I hesitated to get on the boat.

My father is 1.8 meters tall and has a muscular body. With this body type, you can tell that his weight will never be too light. I also weigh a hundred kilograms. Can this small wooden boat really bear it?

"If the boat capsizes, I'll take you to swim there." My dad promised me helplessly.

"Alright then." I slowly settled on the empty seat.

The small wooden boat supported the weight of the two of us very strongly, and carried us across the river unsteadily.

From the moment the foot left the boat and stepped on the floor of the Grand Theater, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the entire Grand Theater came alive instantly. The dilapidated environment disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a brand new one. The exterior wall and environment, people in formal dresses walked into the gate of the Grand Theater, and people dressed as large puppets checked tickets at the gate. The lively scene brought us back to the grand theater that has not been abandoned.

The clothes on Dad and I were changed into dresses, and he took out two tickets from his jacket pocket.

"Mary Shaw and Billy?" I read the title of the show on the ticket. "It wants to invite us to a ventriloquist show?"

The ticket inspector dressed as a puppet came in front of us, and the name tag on his chest read "Billy the Puppet".

"Sir and miss, please show your ticket." The ticket inspector said to us.

My dad and I looked at each other, and I handed out the receipt in my hand.

The ticket inspector tore off the secondary ticket and returned the ticket stub to us: "I wish you two a happy watching the show."

"Go in," my dad said.

So we stepped into Mary Shaw's lair.

The lights in the theater are very bright. There are adults and children who come in to watch the ventriloquist performance. Most of them are families watching together. Our table is at the front, which is a very good place to watch.

When the ventriloquism began, all the lights in the auditorium were dimmed, except for the lights on the stage.

Mary Shaw came out to perform with a puppet. The audience at the scene was emotionally ups and downs with the content of the performance, and they laughed together from time to time. My dad and I watched the scene with arms folded. Among these people, we were like a flock of chickens The red-crowned cranes in the park are particularly prominent.

"And I think the puppet in her arms is a bit ugly." I whispered to my dad.

Then the audience was silent, everyone turned their heads, and their eyes were fixed on me.

The guy sitting in front of me even turned his head a full 180 degrees.

I grabbed my dad's arm, and I felt the muscles in my dad's arm tense, ready to go.

"Just kidding, just kidding." I laughed, "It's cute, I said nonsense, it's not ugly."

After bracing themselves, they—no, I should say them, their heads turned back slowly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

... Ugliness is not allowed to be said by others.

I muttered silently in my heart.

But after this unexpected situation, let us confirm that the entire theater is Mary Shaw's puppets.

We are surrounded.

My dad patted me and told me to hold out my hand.

[Don't act rashly. ] He wrote these words in my palm.

I nodded, and quietly leaned back on the seat by my dad's side.

The show was still being performed, and an immature voice belonging to a child resounded through the theater: "She didn't perform with ventriloquist at all, I saw her throat move!"

There was an uproar.

Mary Xiao was a little overwhelmed, but soon she calmed down and made a joke with a puppet to bring this matter to the past. The little boy's parents also covered his mouth.

"Then, one day, that boy disappeared." On the stage, Billy the puppet in Mary Shaw's hand said.

"They think I killed the boy," Mary Shaw went on.

"Huh? Why do they think so? Is it because he questioned your ventriloquist?" asked Billy the Puppet.

"I don't know. I don't know. They cut off my tongue and said they wanted to avenge that child." Mary Shaw said, "They sank me into the river and said I deserved it. What is my crime?"

"It's your good kids, it's your good ventriloquist," said Billy the Puppet.

"They threw my children into the fire and I heard my children crying, they were screaming, they were shouting: 'Mom, where are you? Mom, save me.'" Mary Shaw was very sad.

"Oh mother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your children have returned to you." Billy the puppet comforted her.

"Yes, my children are back by my side." Mary Xiao nodded.

"Am I guilty? Are my children guilty?" Mary Shaw asked.

"Am I guilty? Is my mother guilty?" asked Billy the Puppet.

"Can you tell us? Are we guilty?" they asked in unison.

"Can you tell us? Are we guilty?" asked the puppets all over the theater in unison.

Just, don't do that.

I'm a student majoring in law, I'm not a judge, I'm not a policeman, this kind of thing... how can I convict you.

All the eyes of the audience are on you, waiting for your answer. This feeling is strange and scary.

Especially in this situation, if you don't give me an answer that I am satisfied with, I will kill you, and my words will stop immediately.

'How should I answer? 'I asked my dad with my eyes.

You can't wait and see what happens at this time, can you?

'whatever. 'My dad answered me with his eyes.

OK, I understand.

"For this kind of thing, I think you should go to the police." I started my tricks on Mary Xiao.

"Look, according to what you said, these villagers killed people for no reason without evidence, and threw your child into the fire. Isn't this intentional murder and damage to other people's property? And that little boy, for no reason Falsely accusing you of ventriloquism, it has caused you losses and harm, since he is still young, his guardian is fully responsible, you should report to the police as soon as possible, the police uncle will help you get justice." I said speak quickly.

"To put it simply, it is to use the weapon of law to protect your personal safety and property safety. You see, if you don't study the law well, you will be fooled into a ghost by these people casually, and there will be no big theaters for performances." , The endless stream of fans is gone, shouldn’t they compensate for this? So you made a mistake at the beginning, you should go directly to the police uncle.”

After finishing speaking, Mary Xiao and her puppets didn't move much, but as soon as I moved, the puppets began to look away, making me choose to stay relatively still in place again and again.

I don't move, the puppet doesn't move, but the theater moves.

It was restored to dilapidation, the faces of the puppets staring at me gradually paled, and Mary Shaw disappeared from the stage.

Is it convinced by me?

impossible.

how to say.

A ghost is something made up of a kind of obsession. It is not the so-called person who becomes a ghost after death. Once a ghost gives up its obsession, the only thing waiting for it is death.

It is even more impossible for a harmful ghost like Mary Xiao to give up this obsession easily.

The sight from all directions disappeared, and the puppets on the seats all lowered their heads.

We stood up and looked back.

The doorway that came in disappeared, the surroundings were dead silent, and the road leading to the backstage was open, and there was only a welcome sign hanging there.

My dad frowned. After coming here, Mary Xiao has been in control of the sovereignty, and he has been leading him step by step.This feeling of being led by the nose will make people feel very aggrieved, but if I am more grumpy, or I have a torch in my hand, I will directly choose to burn this place.

My dad took the lead in the front, and I followed my dad step by step with an empty head.

My dad's footsteps stopped. We are now in a long and dark corridor, and we have walked for a while.

"No," he said. "We walked through here."

He took out something from his pocket, and after a "click", the faint fire light lit up, and the surrounding darkness was dispelled a little by the fire light.

Only at this time did we realize that there was a layer of black mist in the air, which was very thin and blended with the darkness.

My dad walked to the side, and with the faint light from the lighter, we saw many extinguished torches hanging on the wall.

He took an extinguished torch from the next wall and lit it with the lighter in his hand.

The moment the torch was lit, the surrounding darkness was instantly dispelled, and the environment changed with the light of the fire.

Originally, there were a lot of windows on both sides of the wall, and the moonlight shone in through the windows, and we were still standing at the entrance of this corridor.

"Ghosts hitting the wall and ghosts covering the eyes?" I glanced at my dad, "Is the corridor I walked for so long an illusion?"

He nodded.

For some reason, my dad was extraordinarily silent in this theatre.

"Dad, if this theater is Mary Shaw's home stadium, and we have torches, can we just burn this theater and run out?" I stared at the torch in his hand, ready to move.

"Death in a dream may affect reality." My dad said, "If we want to burn this place, at least we have to find a way out."

"Maybe." I stared at the shattered window and glanced out. "The river we came in is down there."

-

The dilapidated theater turned into a sea of ​​flames, my dad and I climbed to the other side of the creek, and I now have a new understanding of my dad's force value and taunting ability.

He entangled Mary Xiao and the puppet who was chasing up very powerfully by himself, and used taunts to hold back all the hatred of Mary Xiao, and even threw the combustibles on the side to me to ignite.

In the firelight, Mary Xiao screamed angrily, we jumped out of the window, a large group of puppets followed behind us, but lost the ability to move along with the disappearing figure of Mary Xiao in the firelight.

They fell into the water one by one like dumplings and floated on the surface.

Old buildings that have been in disrepair are very easy to ignite, much easier than I imagined. In just a few minutes, the flames spread to the entire building, and everything that could be seen was ignited.

In the flames, I lost consciousness again.

When I opened my eyes again this time, I was finally in the room I was familiar with.

My dad and Zatanna were standing in the doorway of my room chatting, looking very casual.

"Dad?" I sat up on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" He heard my voice coming over.

"It's not good." I clutched my forehead weakly.

There was gauze wrapped on my forehead, and I felt a sharp pain under the gauze.

"I just dreamed that I braved the haunted house with you." I said weakly, "I also dreamed that Jason knocked me out twice."

"Then it seems that you still remember that you said you wanted to make me a noble concubine." My dad smiled, and he was completely different from the dad who killed everyone in my dream.

"No, I don't remember." I tried to deny it, "I bumped my head, I lost my memory."

"Then you probably don't remember that you didn't eat the cookie today." My dad said.

"So, was that Mary Xiao burned to death by us?" I changed the subject.

"Yes, you are very brave." Zatanna said, "I used magic to send Bruce into your dream, because of some restrictions, when facing Mary Shaw, he couldn't take the initiative to do something , can only give you some guidance."

"You are the master of the dream, and only you can have a specific impact on the dream."

“Brave girl, you found Mary Xiao’s weakness.”

She is praising me.

"Then, what hit my head?" I touched the gauze wrapped around my head, and recalled the scene when many electrical appliances fell on me.

"...you knocked yourself when you fell to the ground." My dad said helplessly.

Under his and Zatanna's explanation, I understood what happened to me at that time.

Ghosts have no substance. They need certain conditions to kill people, and most of them rely on hallucinations to make the person touch the death conditions in fear.

Just like Mary Shaw, it creates hallucinations to make people terrified, so they scream, and pulls out the other person's tongue at the moment of screaming, causing the person to die.

Mary Shaw was already very weak when she appeared in Wayne Manor, and she couldn't even create hallucinations, so she could only choose to hide when facing Zatanna, and hid when I passed by her hiding place on me.

And the reason why it was able to hide on my body also started with my mirror.

Human breath is neutral, yin and yang are balanced, but the mirror made the yin and yang in me unbalanced.In short, I have too much yin energy in my body, so I can be possessed by ghosts.

So, from the moment I saw Mary Shaw in the kitchen, I was already in a dream.

In reality, I lost consciousness and fell to the ground. My dad heard the sound of me falling to the ground and Zatanna came in to check. Zatanna detected the energy of Mary Shaw in me, and then my dad entered my dream. Play the "Saving Louise Adventure Game" here.

Dick Tim Jason who appeared in the dream was brought in in the dream.

"...So, where was Mary Xiao before hiding in my dream?" I questioned.

"..."

None of them spoke.

"Could it be on the microwave?" I smiled dryly.

……No way?Really on the microwave?

I only know that ghosts have strange magnetic fields that can affect electrical appliances, but I don't know that ghosts can hide in electrical appliances.

So is Mary Shaw heating up my supper?

-

My dad told me to rest, he and Zatanna left my room and thoughtfully closed the door behind me.

I played with my mobile phone.

The gauze-covered forehead was aching, and finally decided to find someone to ask about Mary Xiao.

I turned to the person I noted as a former colleague, and clicked on the chat box with him.

[It's Ruth, not Rousi: Didi, ask something