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

That's right, the mirror was left behind by my dad, and I was driven back to class by my dad.

Why bother why bother!

Obviously there are still 10 minutes before get out of class ends, so why bother driving me back to class!

He actually let Alfred stay in the study and watch me in class!

Am I that untrustworthy, stinky dad!

——Well, yes, I am, literature and philosophy classes are really boring.

After finally getting out of class, I immediately flew to my dad's bedroom to look for him, but I was in vain.

I took another look in the living room, and there was no one there, and then I went to my dad's private study.

I stood at the door of the study and raised my hand to knock on the door. Before I touched the door, the door of the study was opened by my dad from the inside.

"Hi Dad~" I raised my hand to knock on the door and shook it awkwardly in the air, and then changed to a greeting posture, "Have you finished chatting with grandpa and grandma?"

"Louise, I want to talk to you." My dad said to me in a very serious and formal tone while holding the mirror, "About you knowing that this mirror may be dangerous but still holding it Come out and play."

I:! ! !

My dad showed this expression, which means that the matter is very serious to him.

The last time I saw this expression was the last time. It seemed that Dick did something. After dinner that night, I saw my dad call Dick to the study with this expression, saying that he wanted to talk.

Anyway, they had a fight at the time, mainly Dick and my dad unilaterally, and then they had a cold war for almost a week.

He stepped aside and let me into the study.

My dad and I sat opposite each other, and he put the mirror aside.

"The Mary Shaw who appeared last time put you in danger. The wound on your head is not healed yet. What gave you the courage to take out this mirror again?" My dad said in a rather Peaceful, but the words are quite sharp.

"Because I'm fat...?" My confident tone gradually weakened under his gaze, but I still tried to explain to myself very firmly, "I did a good job of protecting myself."

"Yi Lusi." My dad called me by my name very calmly, "You should know how to protect yourself."

I could tell my dad was very angry and called me by my name.

"But didn't I protect myself pretty well?" I said weakly, "You can't blame me for going through several weird incidents in Gotham..."

"I think Louise is right." My grandfather's voice came from the mirror that my father put on the table.

"But Bruce is right." This is my beautiful and gentle Grandma Martha.

"But wouldn't Bruce be too aggressive for saying that?" my grandpa said weakly.

"This mirror is so weird that it can make people see ghosts casually. What if Louise sees an evil ghost? What if it's not us this time?"

My grandma fought hard, but my grandpa lost ground. The conversation caused by my dad ended up with the parental quarrel caused by my dad.

My dad has nothing to do with my grandparents.

The mirror was erected by my father with a bracket, and my grandparents looked at us with a smile in the mirror, and more eyes fell on my father.

My dad was stared stiffly by his parents. I watched this scene and laughed, and my grandparents followed me.

"By the way, grandpa and grandma." I suddenly remembered that I threatened them with holy water before, "I threatened you with holy water before, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I can understand." My grandma understood me very gently, "It's the most important thing to protect yourself at any time."

"Look Martha, I just said that Louise is wary," my grandpa said, "and you backed Bruce up to scold her."

Baby Bruce, who was accused by my father of reprimanding me, blinked and looked over innocently.

"By the way, dad." I remembered that I hadn't told my dad about the origin of this mirror.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, I told them about the origin of the mirror that Zierbaha had told me.

"If the mirror can really make grandparents come out, maybe you can try it?" I tilted my head, "I just don't know if I can see them after I come out."

"May I try?" My grandfather leaned forward hesitantly, and appeared in my father's study in the next second.

He supported the back of the chair and retched a bit: "I feel like I'm in a drum washing machine."

"I also feel..." My grandma also appeared in the study, and she supported my grandpa.

It seems that my grandma's physique is much better than my grandpa's.

The scene in the mirror has disappeared, and what is shown again is the scene and people in the study, except me.

Even my dad can be photographed in it! ?Why can't I?

My dad is staring at my grandparents, he must not know, he looks very overwhelmed right now.

I noticed my dad's quietly clenched fists and tightly pursed lips.

oh!My grandparents stood in front of my dad. My dad stood up in a daze. He was a little taller than my grandpa!

Grandma hugged my dad, and grandpa hugged grandma and my dad. The three of them hugged each other tightly, and my dad didn't know where to put his hands.

There are four people in a room, and the three are hugging each other. Wouldn't it be like a one-kilowatt light bulb if I don't go and hug together?

So I rushed over, and now the four of us hugged each other.

The scene now is like the world-famous painting "Three Koalas and the Tree" by the great Louise Wayne.

In particular, the tree is my father.

There was a light cough at the door, and Alfred stood at the door of the study with a smile, holding our morning tea and snacks in his hands.

Can ghosts eat?

I don't know, domestic ghosts can use incense candles to make offerings, but foreign ghosts don't know if they can use this method.

But I think I can give it a try.

Even if you are the richest man in Gotham, it is a little difficult to get incense candles without preparation in a foreign country, so I thought of a compromise method.

A bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks. The chopsticks were inserted in the middle of the rice. Black tea and snacks were placed in front of the rice. Under my encouraging eyes, my grandparents picked up the black tea and took a sip hesitantly.

I knew it was a success when I saw their expressions after drinking tea.

Sure enough, superstition is not necessarily superstition sometimes.

The pleasant morning tea time is over, and then it is time to talk about some serious business.

"Dad, I told you before that the main reason for ghosts is obsession." I deliberated and decided to start from here, "There are many kinds of obsessions, some are because of unjust death, or because of hatred in the heart. Most of the ghosts' obsession is revenge, just like Mary Shaw."

"And there are still some because there are regrets in their hearts, or there are other people or things in their hearts, which lead to obsessions. Grandparents and grandparents should be the latter."

"For ghosts, it's best not to stay in the world for too long because of obsession." I feel like a vicious female partner who breaks up the lovers, "Otherwise I will either become a ghost, or become muddled and forget the things I did before I was alive." Everything dissipated in the world."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Why do you want me to say this!The loss in the eyes of my grandparents is about to drown me!My dad looks like he's about to cry (no it isn't)!

It seems that professionals have a way to make ghosts stay in the human world for a period of time at a small price—why didn’t I learn ghosts at the beginning!Why do I not have supernatural talent!

"So, how to get rid of the obsession." My dad asked.

My dad looks very ordinary, but anyone who is familiar with him knows that he is very unhappy now.

Why did I say this so early...

I'm starting to regret it.

"Fulfill your wish." It was my grandfather who spoke, and he seemed to have calmed down. "Fulfilling your wish is the easiest way."

Indeed, isn’t elimination just to do what you like, to make up for the regrets, to let go of the people or things you miss, to complain about revenge and resentment, as long as the obsession in your heart disappears, Obsessions will naturally disappear.

"We want to see Bruce happy." Before we could ask what their wish was, my grandma said it.

"Bruce." My grandma walked up to my dad and stroked his hair. My dad with gray temples now looks older than my grandparents.

"Mom and Dad are really glad and sad when they know that you are still alive. We can't imagine how you will face the reality of losing us, but fortunately, Alfred has been by your side instead of us. See In the days when we are not with you, we will wonder whether our baby is eating well, is he picky about food, has he grown a lot taller? We are sad that we cannot grow up with you, but luckily we can see you again To you." My grandma's voice was very gentle, and her eyes were watery.

In this moment, she was not dealing with a grown-up Bruce Wayne, but with an eight-year-old who would be afraid of bats.

"Will our baby be happy?" Here's a mother who left her child early asking her grown-up child.

My dad was sitting there, and I saw his Adam's apple rolling several times, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he said "yes" in a shy voice.

I decided to do something to make this atmosphere not so bad.

"So, let's have a family dinner!" I yelled, "Since Grandma wants to see if Dad is happy, let's show it lightly!"