[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

Dick, who was lying on the outermost side, waved to Merrell, his posture was somewhat enchanting.

"Merrell, come up quickly, there's a place for you," Dick said.

Merrell observed his room carefully, and he found that his bed was different from this morning, specifically reflected in the fact that his window was hung by four chains and hung from the ceiling.

This is no ordinary bed. Speaking of which, the bed suspended by the chain can support four people quite well.

Merrell asked alertly, "Why did my bed take off?"

"This is my birthday present for you." Mentioning this, Dick's eyes lit up, and he waved at Merrell again. "Come up quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

Merrell turned his gaze to Tim, who should be the most reliable of the four and shouldn't be following around.

Aware of the doubt in Merrell's sight, Tim shrugged and replied: "Although it is a gift from Dick, it was made by the four of us together. As one of its creators, I think we have Right to enjoy it."

"If it wasn't for your birthday present, we wouldn't have waited for you long ago." Jason said impatiently.

"...?" Merrell knocked out a question mark. "Thank you for waiting for me."

Merrell slowly approached the bed.

He is very vigilant about what his brothers do to his bed. This is a small animal's instinctive reaction to danger, but any normal person would see his brothers who usually do not deal with each other and hurt each other climb up on his bed. The bed will instinctively feel fear.

Merrell is no exception.

But the same cat's claws in his heart made Merrell very curious about what his brothers were doing.

In the end, curiosity overwhelmed vigilance.

Anyway, his wronged brothers are also on the bed, no matter what the problem is, it is impossible for him to die alone, if he wants to die, everyone will die together.

"...Well, you better not try to make any small moves, otherwise we will fight on the bed, and the bed will collapse." Merrel said in a rambling manner, he was still a little scared.

With this in mind, Merrell climbed into bed.

The bed in Wayne Manor was very big, it was more than enough for five of them to lie on, but there was no way for five of them to roll freely on the bed.

Seeing Merrell go to bed, Dick swiftly made way for Merrell to lie in the middle.

Merrell lay in the middle of the bed, lying stiffly like a zombie, trying to compress his storage size as much as possible.

Merrell has never slept with anyone

The order from left to right is Jason, Tim, Damian, Merrell and Dick.

Damian was lying on the bed playing with the handheld, it might be that Merrell's stiff body affected his operation, Damian put away the phone and gave Merrell a glance.

"Are you going to pick up the corpse?" Damian asked mockingly.

Merrell gave Damian a blank look.

Damian's outfit is interesting. He is wearing a black pajamas with a nightcap on his head, as if he is always ready to spend the night on this bed.

"Are you dressed like this to sleep in your brother's bed?" Merrell asked.

Damian gave two "hehe" and said bluntly: "Your bed smells like sour bean sprouts, I don't want to sleep, Pang Shou."

When Damian said this, he pulled Merrell's pillow directly and put it under his head, and he glanced at Merrell provocatively.

However, Merrell didn't care about Damian's actions. He sniffed the sheets in shock, and it was clear that there was no smell at all. At most, there was a little smell of shower gel left by Merrell after taking a bath.

"You fart, it's obviously bang." Merrell retorted loudly.

Away from Damian, Jason stretched out his hand curiously and squeezed Merrell's tense arm.

"Whoa, Merrell. You really should work on your muscles and find out what that is," Jason said.

Merrell has muscles, but they are not thick. You can touch the soft part under the tight muscles with a little bit of force. They belong to the kind of muscles that are neither good-looking nor useful.

Merrell owes his thin layer of muscle to the years of martial arts he has practiced in the past, plus running outside every night.

But compared with his four brothers, Merrell is really not enough.

After Jason finished speaking, he squeezed a little harder, and Merrell let out a scream.

God, I really don't know how they thought that the masked man would be their biggest opponent in Gotham, but now it seems that as long as they get close to the masked man, they can be knocked down with a single punch.

"I mean, the least muscular one of us, Tim," Jason said.

Tim, who was suddenly q'd, straightened up. He frowned and corrected: "Friendly reminder, I'm just thinner than you, thinner than you, so the muscles are tighter, it's not less muscles."

Jason made an 'ok' gesture, and continued: "I can guarantee that Tim, who has been dead for three days, has more muscles than you."

"???" Tim cursed and slapped Jason on the back.

Merrell sat up unconvinced, and said, "I'm a mage, when have you seen a mage with some flesh?"

Merrell is very clear about his position, he is a mage, sure.

"Yes, aren't all melee mages like this? If magic can't make people obey, then use fists." This is what Dick said.

"Come on, just like Merrell? Without the Shadow Corps, I can kill him with one finger, as easy as killing a cockroach."

"First of all, it is impossible for me to not have the Shadow Corps, and secondly, the American cockroach is bigger than your fingers."

Merrell fell back again, he slammed on Damian's console, no matter how Damian pushed him or scolded him, Merrell didn't move at all, just didn't give Damian a chance to pull out the game console from under him .

"Mage? You're going to be a melee mage soon." It was Tim, speaking in his mild, harmless voice.

"What do you mean?" Merrell's eyelids twitched.

"Because our bat family is a technological school, even Jason, who is the only one who knows how to do magic, is a master of technology and assists in magic. Are you suitable for a mage?"

"I think it's quite appropriate." Merrell pointed with his fingers.

"Bruce is a tank, Dick is a fighter, Jason is an adc (shooter), Tim is a support, and Damian is an assassin. Isn't this just an AP (mage) for me?"

"I'm afraid not." Jason said regretfully.

"What do you mean?" Merrell asked alertly.

"It means that we will carry out physical training for you, including but not limited to muscle building, fighting, sneaking, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, of course, not just these." Tim said.

"I refuse." Merrell refused without hesitation.

"Rejection is invalid." Jason announced coldly. "Unless you want to antagonize Batman, or make Batman deduct your pocket money."

Merrell's physical fitness is really poor. If he doesn't exercise well, if Merrell's ability to summon the Shadow Corps fails one day, he may be slaughtered.

Before Merrell woke up during the day, they also joined the chat discussion with Jackie Chan and others.

From Jackie Chan, they learned that Merrell's ability to summon the Shadow Corps was added, but no one can guarantee when the Shadow Corps will choose another host, or disappear.

The Black Shadow Corps is relatively stable in Merrell's body, and Merrell's body is the most suitable "container" for storing the Black Shadow Corps, but since it is a "container", if it is not kept properly, it is very likely that the black Shadow Corps.

No one knows what circumstances would have led to the release of the Sombra.

However, it is not impossible.

So it was important for Merrell to be like them.

And Jason knows what works best with Merrell, like money can make Merrell do things he wouldn't otherwise do.

However, Merrell still had the look of preferring death to obedience.

"Are you threatening me, Jason? Let me tell you, it's useless."

Merrell roared unyieldingly: "My soul is resolute and indomitable. I am the successor of communism."

As Merrell spoke, he compared a hook and a hammer with his fingers.

"Don't mess with those things." Jason sneered and said, "You can go to this exercise if you want, and you have to go if you don't want to."

Merrell pursed his lips, and squeezed out a few words from his lips.

"I don't." The two simple words revealed Merrell's stubbornness and would rather die than obey.

Jason raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Merrell, who has always been driven by money, to be so determined in refusing to exercise, as stubborn as a bull.

Jason grabbed Merrell's arm and wanted to lift it up, but Merrell seemed to be welded to death on the bed. No matter what Jason said, Merrell remained motionless on the bed.

Obviously, Merrell borrowed the power of the Shadow Corps again.

Otherwise, with Jason's strength, lifting Merrell should be as easy as catching a chicken.

"Heh, what a coward. Can you still hold your Black Shadow Corps for the rest of your life?" Damian said, still trying to pull the game console out of Merrell's back with all his strength.

"Hey, it's nothing. Don't you want to master a craft like us and have a way out later?"

"Maybe one day Wayne Manor goes bankrupt and we all have to make our own money. I can be an acrobat or a policeman, Jason can be a nanny..." Dick gave an example.

"Your mother's nanny, I should be a shooting instructor, right?" Jason argued unconvinced.

Dick was still saying, "Tim can fix computers, Damian can be a private eye, and you? What can you do?"

Merrell looked at Dick in shock. He didn't understand why Dick thought he was worthless.

Merrell said: "First of all, where do you put the management Tim? Tim will not let the manor go bankrupt. Secondly, the subject I was admitted to Miskatonic University is paleontology, and I can be a Paleontologists."

"In the end, even if I don't work, Bingshan Restaurant will send me a steady stream of funds." Merrell hummed.

Dick was out of the loop now, and not just out of it.

He was still a little bit sad. It sounded like if Wayne Manor went bankrupt, Merrell should be richer than him as an acrobat and a policeman.

When Dick needed to travel around for his livelihood, Merrell could already lie in his diamond district manor holding antiques and listening to the news that the funds had arrived.

Tears.

In the end it was Tim who knew what to do with Merrell.

Tim said in a leisurely manner: "As long as you keep exercising, I will give you 50 US dollars a week."

"Deal." Merrell immediately sat up without hesitation for a second.

"Isn't it exercise? This is what I should do. Only by exercising well can I become as strong as you." Merrell said firmly.

Isn't this a good choice?

Jason asked Bruce to deduct his pocket money, but Merrell didn't think Bruce would deduct his pocket money, even if it was deducted, Merrell would act coquettishly to Bruce or something.

With Bruce's hard-spoken and soft-hearted, isn't this an easy task?

But what Tim said about giving 50w is different, which means that Merrell can earn 50w more dollars on the original basis.

Why doesn't he do it?It's just exercise, what the heck.

Damian took a few glances at the confident Merrell, and he said mockingly, "Don't be so confident, I'm afraid you'll give up tomorrow."

Robin's exercise is not as simple as running a circle and doing two stretching exercises.

Damian thought about the hell training device specially prepared for Robin in the Batcave, and he sincerely doubted whether Merrell could hold on.

Merrell snorted dismissively. "You underestimate me now."

Dick hurriedly interrupted the conversation between Merrell and Damian, lest Damian and Merrell reveal their Robin's secret training device after they quarreled, causing Merrell to change his mind temporarily.

"Okay, okay, don't forget what we are here for." Dick persuaded.

"Now, I'm going to pull the switch."

"Could you hurry up Dick Grayson."

Dick shrugged, pulled the switch, and he lay down quickly, beside Merrell.

"It's started, it's started."

The round plate above the head pulled the chain and began to circle, even moving the whole bed.

For some reason, Merrell trembled, some kind of dna engraved deep in his bones began to wake up, bgm automatically sounded in his mind, at the same time, Zodiak's voice in his head and Dick Grayson's voice in his ear The sounds overlapped.

Dick whispered in Merrell's ear: "Everything in the world is as I like it!"

At the same time, the bed turned 90° in the air and stopped.

Merrell stared blankly at the ceiling, he still couldn't figure out how all this happened before his eyes. To be honest, Merrell thought it was a bit strange.

He only knew that in a certain game, the venue would be rotated 90° when the boss shouted "Everything in the world is as I like", but he never expected that his wronged brother would bring this thing into reality.

And his brother-in-law took it as a gift for him, where did Dick come to the conclusion that Merrell liked it?

Merrell glanced at his brothers calmly. His brothers seemed to be calm, but they all had unsatisfactory expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they enjoyed this activity.

...was this a birthday gift from Merrell or did his brothers want to play and they just couldn't find a suitable opportunity...a suitable bed to play this.

Now, they can play just because it was a birthday gift for Merrell, and it won't seem that they are too naive. After all, this is a birthday present for Merrell, so what does it have to do with them?

His brothers are probably suffering from some serious illness.

Merrell lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about life.

"...You guys are really perverted."

"How is it? Merrell, do you like this gift?" After turning 90 degrees, Dick approached Merrell excitedly and asked Merrell.

Merrell replied immediately: "I like it, try to spin it a few more times."

This game is too childish for elementary school children, but it is just right for them.

"Wuhu!"

Cassandra, who was passing by the door of Merrell's room, heard excited roars from the boys inside. She shook her head, thinking that her brothers were more or less wrong.

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Merrell couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes, he was not in the room, and what he saw was nothingness and broken buildings floating in the air.

Without exception, the black monsters float freely in the air, they smell the breath that does not belong to the shadow, and see the color that does not belong to the shadow kingdom.

They flocked to Merrell one after another, but they left one after another after getting close to Merrell. Although Merrell has a strong popularity, they still can't smell it. This is the commander of their brave and fearless Shadow Corps. the taste of.

This is the kingdom of shadows, and Merrell can be recognized with just one glance. Merrell does not often enter the shadow kingdom, but as the current ruler of the shadow kingdom, Merrell has come in more or less a few times.

Merrell blinked, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if he was really in the Shadow Kingdom, the Shadow Corps could bring him to the Shadow Kingdom.

But Merrell thought he might be dreaming, otherwise how could he see the light in the shadow kingdom?

The Shadow Kingdom is always in a half-dark state. It neither makes people completely invisible to the surrounding things, nor makes people feel that it is very bright here. It completely looks like the sky is dark after the end of the world or a disaster.

The two flickering warm yellow lights are like arrows guiding the direction, and also like a flickering warm-colored galaxy. Not too far away from Merrell, they extend all the way to the palace of the shadow kingdom. Lots of lights.

Dreaming or not, Merrel was going to see what it was.

When he got close to the warm yellow light strip, Merrell could see what it was. It wasn't a light strip at all, but a pillar-shaped candle, each of the Shadow Troops was holding a candle.

With candles in hand, they opened a bright path for Merrell to the palace.

Merrell was in a complicated mood, and he followed the guidance of the Shadow Corps all the way to the palace.

At the same time, Merrell stared at the faces of the Shadow Corps illuminated by the candlelight, which looked a little more gentle than usual, and felt a strange feeling in his chest.

And these feelings have always appeared in Merrell's chest frequently recently.

It's called moving.

In the past, Merrell always wanted the Shadow Corps to get out of his body and stay away from him. Later, Merrell regarded the Shadow Corps as a good weapon, and it took him a long time to learn how to use it. The tacit understanding of weapons, training and weapons.

What now?

Now when Merrell thinks of the people he trusts most, the Shadow Corps, the Marriage Family, and the Wayne Family appear at the same time.

Merrell will always turn to the Shadow Corps, listen to their complaints and help them solve some things. He regards the Shadow Corps as his most trusted partner.

He no longer thinks that the Shadow Corps is a machine that has no emotions and can only execute orders, just like they were controlled by the Holy Lord back then.

But now, Merrell firmly believes that the Shadow Corps has feelings, they are just not good at expressing and cannot express it, but they often complain to Merrell.

They put their trust in Merrell, so they are willing to tell Merrell about their thoughts.

Most of the time, Merrell just stated some ideas in his heart, and the Shadow Corps would do some things arbitrarily without the order of Merrell's call, and Merrell didn't hate these behaviors.

The loyalty and affection of the Shadow Corps have always been open to Merrell alone.

Merrell could no longer imagine the days when the Shadow Corps was not by his side.

The moment Merrell stepped into the palace was still slightly shocked by the scene in front of him. The overwhelming candlelight lit up the supposedly dark palace.

Merrell seems to be in the starry sky. Merrell, who has been to archeology all over the world, has naturally seen more shocking or beautiful scenery than the scene in front of him, but none of them have such a strong impact on Merrell.

Because this is Merrell's own starry sky.

Then those candles that were lit first began to go out, as if the stars were falling, until the candles in the whole palace were extinguished and it became pitch black again.

Merrell is witnessing the disappearance of the stars, like the end of an era, or perhaps just the stars falling asleep.

This is the birthday present prepared by the Shadow Corps for Merrell.

It is not an easy task to be able to light a candle in the shadow kingdom. The shadow kingdom is a country of 'death'. Merrell has never seen any living things that represent hope in the shadow kingdom.

But the Shadow Corps did it, just to celebrate Merrell's birthday.

Shadowlands is actually not that cold.

Merrell didn't know how long he had been in the shadow kingdom, until he heard the vibrant birdsong outside the window, he opened his eyes, and the drowsiness was gradually receding.

After he fell asleep last night, the Shadow Corps sent him back to his room in Wayne Manor.

Why is the chest tightness to blame? It can't be that he didn't rest last night, okay, he slept soundly.

Merrell looked down and saw a thigh stretched across his chest. Merrell turned his head and saw Jason, who was sleeping soundly. Jason was lying on the bed, with one leg raised high and landed on Merrell. On Er, the other leg occupied the other bed.

The memory of last night gradually came back.

They played around with the bed for a while, and finally Merrel forgot to let them go back to his room when he got tired of playing. He picked a good position on the bed and fell asleep.

Later, he was taken to the Shadow Kingdom by the Shadow Corps, and then fell asleep in the Shadow Kingdom, and the Shadow Corps sent him back to the bed intact.

His wronged brothers didn't go back to their room last night either.

Merrell pushed off his thighs that were lying on his chest, he sat up and scratched his head, he observed the bed, he and Jason were the only ones left on this bed, did the others go back last night?

It shouldn't be, he clearly remembered that they all fell asleep as soon as they talked about it, without any ambiguity, and in order to grab a good position on the bed, they almost fought.

So Merrell clearly remembered that it was the five of them who slept together.

Immediately after, Merrell glanced at the ground, where Dick Grayson lay sprawled on the ground.

hiss.

Could it be kicked down by Merrell who was asleep, Merrell is not sure.

Merrell got out of bed, he was suddenly blessed, he bent down to look under the bed, and saw Tim Drake lying under the bed.

Merrell opened the curtains and saw Damian Wayne sleeping halfway up the window.

Half of Damian's body was inside the window, and the other half was outside the window, hanging on the window, and Damian slept like a dead pig without realizing it.

emmm.