When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The previous safe house has been abandoned, and the new safe house is in the west area. Compared with the previous one, this safe house is farther away from his "work place", but the location in the west area is relatively safe.

This is even a two-bedroom house.

Jason slept in the master bedroom. He didn't have to choose a room with a second bedroom, but when choosing a house, he still chose a room with a second bedroom by mistake.

What if his safe house had to release the wounded, right?

he thought deludedly.

Then changed the wallpaper and wallpaper in the second bedroom to light blue.

In a few days, I added bookshelves and deliberately selected relatively soft quilts, and there were a few flower-like clouds on the quilts.

Dick had been in his safehouse during that time, and seemed about to say something, and Jason resignedly stuffed the medical kit into the bottom drawer of the room: "Shut up."

Dick just shrugged.

To be honest, after knowing that the little girl was taken away by the same clan, he was a little worried that the other party would not come back.

So it is conceivable that when Dick sneaked into Jason's safe house again to replenish equipment, he saw Jason open the door and say hello, and at the same time he saw Val following him like a little tail, that kind of A sense of relief.

You picked up a stray cat on the street, and after you raised it for a period of time, that cat, which was well-washed and raised with smooth fur, changed from a fierce stranger shrunk in a dark corner to you, to your last The toilet has to sit obediently in front of the door and wag its tail. It can be said that it is so hard.

And suddenly someone came to the door and said that it was a lost cat with an owner, and the kitten followed obediently. If it didn’t remember to come back anytime and put a fluffy present on the bedside, anyone will be a little sad.

"Long time no see, Val, how are you?"

Dick greeted with a smile.

After the little girl was taken away once, now she looks a little calmer than before, and she still has a pretty face.

"Hi, Dick, do you live here?" Val replied politely, looking him over curiously.

"No, maybe you will live here in the future." Dick glanced at the second bedroom decorated in light blue, and couldn't help laughing.

Val is a bit unfamiliar with this house. Although she has some bad memories in the previous house, she still likes the previous house in general.

Xiao Weier, who was moved by surprise for the first time, was a little bit reluctant.

Jason went to the bathroom and took out a wet towel, which was also new with soft fibers.

Wipe your face first, then your hands.

Jason didn't realize it was a bit scratched when he rubbed the palm of his left hand. She really wanted to retract her hand, but she didn't, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

Jason covered her with a hot towel, turned around and went to get the medical kit, without even looking at the big blue bird.

Dick, who was simply and rudely regarded as an air man, covered his heart exaggeratedly and sadly. Unexpectedly, Weier stretched out his uninjured hand to cover his folded palms, and worried: "Does it hurt?" ?”

A little siren at such a young age really worries about immature adults.

"Leave him alone." Jason smoothed her fingers and sprayed alcohol on her palms.

It's not a big problem, you don't need to rub the medicine, you can heal all kinds of wounds after sleeping, and you can sterilize all the poisons.

But the pain still hurts.

Weier shook her hand anxiously: "You can't get wet, right?"

He is a very professional doctor.

"Yes." Jason wanted to laugh a little, but there was someone in the room who should have left but didn't. He turned to Dick: "Is there anything else?"

"Another case of disappearance," Dick said. It was time to discuss business.

Jason drove the little girl who couldn't understand and wasn't interested to take a bath and go to bed.

"The missing person's full name this time is Bart Coward, aged 44, a senior engineer, working for the Wayne Group, and living in the West District. He disappeared while drawing a picture at home. The witness...is his wife, and she described it as being killed Like something devouring, it disappeared from head to toe without a sound."

Thinking of the woman crying, Dick's heart sank.

This seemingly unreasonable and regular attack is the most troublesome, and the people who disappeared don't know if they can come back, or... come back alive.

"What do I need to do?" Jason said.

"Just be careful. There's very little commonality found among the victims so far, and it looks like they were 'swallowed' by a random draw." Dick frowned.

The city of Gotham is cold and dreary, and it is indeed easy to breed messy things, but since almost none of the guardians stationed in Gotham have an affinity for magic, they have always been caught off guard against magical attacks, and they also hate them.

"Check Elk Pharmaceuticals."

This is the purpose of his trip to the Met today.

"There was a similar disappearance case there three years ago. The disappeared researchers were directly evaporated by society, and the news was blocked, and the information was very vague."

I don't know if this is a by-product of the villain's research on how to defeat Superman. After all, almost the whole world knows that Superman has no resistance to magic.

After thinking about it, Jason asked again, "Where's Constantine?"

"The bat is looking."

Sometimes what you can do with money is the easy part.

Weier was well-washed, walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas, and walked into the bedroom without following the trend, standing there a little hesitant, as if she wanted to say something.

After Dick looked over and Jason followed his gaze, she hesitated and said, "Did I see a... siren with the same tail as me in the museum?" she asked vaguely.

Siren is a bit of a mouthful.

Jason remembered the mermaid that Dick texted: "Have you seen her in the museum?"

After receiving Val's affirmative reply, it happened that he also planned to take Val to the watchtower, so he asked tentatively, "Do you want to see her?"

She seemed to want to talk about this matter at first, but was unexpectedly offered the option of meeting, so she nodded heavily.

Indeed, it is impossible not to be curious when you meet someone who is as similar to yourself.

"Tomorrow then. Go to bed today, okay?"

Jason responded, and it was already eleven o'clock, which was a bit late for a child who was still growing.

After they exchanged information, Dick was about to leave when he saw the bedroom door that had been quietly closed open again.

Weier poked her head out, raised her left hand, and said solemnly: "I raised my hand when I washed it, and it didn't get wet."

This is really kind of cute, Dick laughed, he was a little bit relieved by the tormented emotions of this case during this period, winked at her, and said appreciatively: "That's great, it seems that Val is a mature little doctor, next time This time I appoint you to help me treat the wound, okay?"

The little girl was praised, she was a little shy, she responded in a low voice: "Okay, I will be very light."

The door closed quietly again.

Dick turned his head: "Whenever I bring her to Wayne Mansion, I think I will miss her very much."

Jason: "No."

Dick continued his efforts: "Well, you don't have to come..."

Jason: "No."

Dick insisted: "Stingy."

Jason: "No."

Dick said, "Call you 'no' hood next time, okay?"

Jason hit him with a pillow: "Get lost."

Dick laughed and rolled away.

The next day Jason kept his promise and took the little girl up to the watchtower.

Although he is not a superhero in the strict sense, but when he mentioned this, Batman took him to the base of superheroes without saying a word.

Don't be afraid of him doing bad things.

Jason deliberately thought, let himself use this deliberately dark emotion to suppress the bottom of his heart, only the tip of the finger, no, a little touch smaller than the tip of the finger.

Since the clown incident last time, the relationship between them has eased a lot, but it's only eased.There will still be conflict between them, but they will also cooperate on missions in close locations.

What he doesn't know is that Bruce, prodding Alfred and Dick over and over again, has done his best (for him) to make amends and repair their relationship.

The big black bat walked in front, leading them to the place where two visitors from different worlds were placed. Since it was not a weekend, most superheroes also had their private jobs with another identity. There was no one in the watchtower. The sound becomes more clear.

Jason followed along, but the little girl grabbed the hem of his clothes, but her pace became slower and slower. After she realized it, she trotted to keep up with him.

So his clothes loosened and tightened, and after turning sideways, he reached out and pulled up the clothes that had slipped off his shoulders, and stopped.

The two little ones stopped, and the big one who was leading the way walked for a while, but when he realized that the two footsteps behind him, one heavy and one light, didn't keep up, he looked back.

I was fascinated to see the smallest one on the glass of the watchtower.

A part of the corridor of the watchtower has a whole side of one-way glass, which is used to monitor abnormalities in space. When you press your palm up, it seems to fall down all the time.

She was not afraid either, she let go of the hands pulling the corners of her clothes, and stuck both hands on the glass. There were stars of various colors twinkling brightly or dimly on the pure black curtain, with light blue as the border and pale gold as the core of the nebula like a flat Clouds; below the watchtower that is quietly watching, there is a beautiful planet that is smeared with milky white on the blue sea.

How many heroes hurrying in the watch-tower will have noticed such a deep and fascinating picture, which even the most affectionate and sensitive painter could not create?

...But their haste is precisely to protect this picture, so that they can't even stop to see what kind of meaning their actions have brought to others, and to see the meaning they bring to others. Is it good or evil.

Some people don't look at the magnificent picture, but lean down to get close to the earth; some people only look at the magnificent picture, and hold the beautiful planet in the palm of their hands; There are particle-like corpses piled up in the dead corner of the opaque gel in the corner; some people use the too large and bloated force to dig out the whole piece of gel in order to prevent the corpse from blocking the passage, so that the later ants will lose their way. Crowded on the cliff.

If she was allowed to watch without any scruples, she might not be able to get out of the watchtower within today.

Jason withdrew his gaze, rubbed the little girl's head, and brought her attention back: "Let's see it next time, okay?"

"Can I still see it?"

Despite his reluctance, Weier obediently looked away, and followed the big bat standing aside to continue walking forward.

It's time for Batman to speak up.

Uh, if he's aware of it.

"A watchtower is not an attraction."

Grim Batman opens a door.

When I turned sideways, I found the loss and reluctance on the little girl's face that she tried her best to hide.

He paused, wanting to continue to maintain his unkind personality, finally sighed, and said to Jason.

"You can bring her up when you come to the watchtower for something."

Just, that, if you don't go back to Wayne Manor, it's okay to come down to the watchtower more often.

Anyway, the watchtower has also opened up a very small number of visits at some special times.

Batman was reserved and implicitly hinted that he wanted to directly classify Jason as his own intention.

Jason didn't really want to understand what he meant, so he changed the subject uncomfortably: "...Where's that Superman?"

"On the second floor," Batman said, unlocking the door with his fingerprint.

Inside is a medical cabin.

The mermaid was lying in the life-sustaining fluid, thin strands of blood oozing out from the wound, stained with diluted red.

"Excessive blood loss and coma so far, did not wake up."

Batman said: "Her wounds heal faster than others in the medical cabin, and there is a possibility that the wounds heal faster in siren form-this may also be the reason why she did not change back to human form, but It doesn't rule out that she doesn't have a human form."

He glanced at the little girl who was listening ignorantly, and said in a deep voice, "What do you know about her?"

She put her hands on top of the medical pod and listened to a vibration similar to hers, but more erratic.

After a while, she shook her head.

In fact, there is no need for her to exchange any information. The bat can easily determine that this siren is from another world. After all, their DNA is the same. The difference is that she comes from a world ruled by superman totalitarianism.

Before he wanted to ask for more information, he saw the little girl holding her breath and her eyes widened slightly.

He took a few steps to check the data on the medical equipment, but there was nothing abnormal.

Perhaps disturbed by the sound of their conversation, the mermaid sleeping in the vitamin solution slowly opened its eyes with fluttering eyelashes.

The little girl was too short, so she stood aside, the only thing that could be seen by the mermaid was the top of Peng Peng's head, and only Jason occupied most of the vision of the waking mermaid.

Jason thought that she was indeed very similar to Val, in terms of facial features, eye color, and even the distribution of scales.

But she is too different from Weier, the most obvious difference is her age, if Weier can barely be regarded as a teenager, she can already be called a mature fighter.

The mermaid woke up, his eyes were not yet focused, he looked at him in a daze, and suddenly showed a soft expression, as if he saw a green sprout emerging from the snow quilt.

She smiled, looking at him through the nutrient solution, the glass of the medical cabin, through the mist and dust of that evening.

She opened her mouth, and small bubbles floated out of her mouth: "Is there really a heaven after death?"

Jason gritted his teeth sharply.

He realized almost instantly what happened in the world on the other side.

How smart he is, thinking of the place Val went to yesterday, holding him crying and telling him not to die, it is easy to deduce that he is already dead in that world.

Maybe their relationship is just as good in another world.

Then he died, leaving Val alone, battered and bruised from fighting the gods.

"No." Jason said subconsciously, and after he realized it, he added a sentence to cover up: "...you won't know until you die."

The mermaid slowed down, his eyes turned cold.

She realized this wasn't her Jason anymore.

"You can call me Camilla." She quickly shifted her gaze, raised her arms, and groped for the medical cabin: "Am I seriously injured?"

The bat pressed a button over there to open the medical cabin: "Recovery is very fast."

He got the news from Wonder Woman and rushed to the watchtower to find out, 0310, the code for the "Superman problem", a number only he knows.

She can be temporarily judged as an ally.

When monitoring other parallel universes, he pays more attention to Camilla’s universe, because this universe is one of the few universes where Superman is not controlled. The danger in his file is close to five stars, and the situation has indeed become serious recently. , turning to their universe for help is expected.

"What do you need?" Batman asked.

Camilla sat up from the vitamin solution, touched her scales, moved her arms, and felt that there was no residual pain anywhere on her body, which meant that all the kryptonite had been taken out.

Camilla said: "Kryptonite, preferably gold kryptonite."

Batman silently noted the new type of kryptonite, and replied, "Only green."

There are green kryptonite, pink kryptonite, red kryptonite, and a very small amount of black kryptonite in his kryptonite library, but there is no golden kryptonite.

He asked, "What is the function of golden kryptonite?"

Camilla laughed: "What do you exchange for?"

"200 grams of green kryptonite."

"More."

"After I get the golden kryptonite, I can directly conduct experiments, and if our universe doesn't have it, this is useless waste information." Batman said firmly.

Camilla pulled off the clothes on one side and covered her body, and came out of the nutrient solution wetly. The scales and fins gradually disappeared in the skin, and she turned back into a human form. She sat on the chair on the side, feeling a little dizzy.She touched the shallow scars on her body that hadn't healed yet: "The test of golden kryptonite is not something that can be done casually."

So the damage of golden kryptonite to Superman may be irreversible.

Batman heightened the importance of golden kryptonite in his mind.

He doesn't like being a businessman at a time like this, but it's also impossible for people from other universes to take away the resources that limit Superman in his own universe in large quantities.

After all, the first article of the covenant he signed with the Justice League with inter-universe technology in each universe is non-interference.

"How much green krypton?"

"30 kilograms, change the pill formula."

Seeing Batman's acquiescence, she added: "Since our Superman has been deflated in your universe, I suggest you prepare yourself."

Batman doesn't talk, he's always ready, which is why his world has both a righteous blue man and a whole warehouse of kryptonite.

Batman added: "It takes three days to recharge the inter-universe device."

She blinked her eyes, showing a kind of boredom, and muttered: "Okay, three days."

The whole time, she kept her eyes on Batman almost on purpose.

"Anyway, thanks for taking care of this trouble."

She also knew that the amount of kryptonite she was proposing was almost a half-sell compared to the necessity of the pill formula for this group.

I don't know why I am obsessed with the 200 grams of kryptonite, occupational diseases.

She asked seemingly casually, "Where's that Superman?"

Batman said directly: "It's just a personal suggestion. If you kill him, you don't have to go back."

He had seen the injuries on Superman in that world. If she hadn't been relatively weak at that time, he might not be sure whether it was Superman or her who was sent to the medical cabin in the end.

Camilla was exposed, but she was not annoyed. Looking at the little girl who was standing at a loss, she waved her hand: "Little Camilla, come here."

At that time, I almost came to this world after fighting a way out of a desperate situation. I ignored it and vented my anger. Looking back now, I feel a little guilty.

The little girl looked at Jason and then at Batman. They didn't express any objection, so they walked over and corrected: "My name is not Camilla."

"Huh?" Camilla seemed to have finally raised a little interest: "What's your name?"

"Val," said Val, "Iris named me."

"Who is Alice?" Camilla muttered, and glanced at Jason standing next to him: "Your name is Alice?"

Her words revealed a bit too much information.

This peer named Camilla didn't know Alice, and her name was given to her by Jason.

Jason: "...No, Jason Todd, thank you."

Camilla went to rub the little girl's face, and she rubbed her own face unceremoniously: "Oh, that's really a pity."

She didn't have much strength, but the little girl was still moaning from being rubbed, and asked her intermittently, "Is your... injury healed?"

It seems that the scene of her being injured has left a psychological shadow on the child.

"Hmm." She replied lazily, suddenly feeling empty.

What did she do after she said that the Superman regime was brought down?

It seems that they sold the bar and bought a small seaside house on the east side of Gotham with the money. If they have nothing to do, they will swim around the sea twice and visit Atlantis; With the cover bubble in hand, by the way, help the vigilante to the big family.

The plan was pretty good, but unfortunately the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

She may have shown a not-so-good expression, and the little girl who let her rub her quieted down. After a while, she stretched out her arms and hugged her head into a thin embrace.

The little girl imitated what other people did to her, and patted her hair lightly: "Hug me, don't be sad, okay?"

She didn't know that some sadness couldn't be resolved with one hug, two hugs or several hugs.

But this did not prevent Camilla from freezing her body, and after a long time, she hugged her back for a long, long time.

"Protect him, okay?" Camilla's lips moved, her voice was like a mosquito.

Her peer named Weier went to see Jason whenever there was any trouble, and she could see how much she relied on Jason.

Val is one lucky little girl who still has her Jason.

Camilla's head rested lightly on the little girl's chest, and when she lifted it up, her expression had calmed down, and she touched the face of the little girl who was ignorant and serious.

"...Protect your Jason, okay?"

There was silence on the way back, and in the boundless universe outside the one-way glass, the stars were quietly shining.

Amidst the monotonous footsteps, Batman's communicator rang, and it was Dick.

He pressed the communicator: "What's wrong?"

"Batman, remember Elk Pharma?"

Batman frowned, with a vague impression: "What's wrong?"

"Bruce Wayne owns [-] percent of this company, and I suspect it has something to do with this disappearance."

Why do I have shares in this company?

Batman mused.

The magic side... He glanced at Jason and suddenly remembered.

This is the company that Wilson works for.

Wilson Coleman, Jason mentioned this person to him when he was still Robin. After investigation, he found that the company where the other party worked had a project that had been stagnant for a long time, but the project's capital investment accounted for the majority.

In view of the fact that the other party is a good friend of his adopted son, he became a shareholder of the company. On the one hand, he was out of love, and on the other hand, he also had doubts about the project, and he had been paying attention to it for a long time. There is no problem with the correctness of the above, and the past three years have been calm, and he has let it go.

Then something happened at this time.

He replied: "I will look into it." Then hung up the communication.

Batman turned to Jason: "Remind your friends to be safe."

Jason paused: "Which one?"

"Wilson Coleman."

Before he could ask the reason clearly, a flash of red lightning passed him by and made a sudden stop.

The Flash greeted next to him: "Hey Bat, Hey Val glad to see you're alright, hey...uh, I guess so," he glanced at Batman: "...uh, the guy from 'B' who called himself ?”

Unprepared, Batman who was stuffed with "I'm on your side" candy firmly tensed his steady expression.

Jason is already numb, why is he exposed in person every time he shows weakness behind Batman's back?

The first time was even just a misunderstanding!

Jason was so tired, Jason didn't want to explain anymore, Jason picked up the topic just now: "What's wrong with him?"

Batman took the opportunity to discuss the situation with him.

The two calm adults were exchanging information over there, but it was Val who remembered to take care of Barry who was worried about him.

She stood on tiptoe, trying to get close to his ear, Barry also bent down in cooperation, and heard Val ask quietly: "What should I call you?"

Barry can't bark, and neither can Lightning. She can't be a little dumb in front of Barry in the future.

Barry, who basically didn't wear a vest in front of the little girl and had already told her both names, thought she was asking about his nickname, and began to think.

People usually call him Lightning or Barry, does he have other nicknames?

At this time, a Green Lantern who was doing nothing floated over. The glowing logo on the green uniform was so conspicuous that it immediately caught the attention of most people.

"Hey Bat." He greeted, turned to Barry, saw him looking over, and threw him a can of Coke: "Barry, the game at 07:30 tomorrow night, are you going?"

Barry caught Coke in the little girl's suddenly enlightened eyes, feeling that something was going to happen.

"Bay!" she said, "I have a baby shark named Jay!"

Barry: "...OK."

After all, he doesn't hate little sharks either.

Having an exclusive nickname seemed to be proof of a good relationship, and she cheered up, saying Bai and Jay many times.

Then she said, "Then I'll take care of Bai and Jay, okay?"

Barry only treated her as a child's joke, and smiled and patted her head: "Okay, but before you grow up, let me protect you."

She looked back at her "Jay".

The strong and strong "Jay" was stared at with horror, and his scalp was numb. Only then did he realize that "Jay" didn't just refer to her little shark.

Where on earth did she hear the nickname Jay, Dickie Bird?

But he thought of Camilla again, his heart sank, and he was not willing to hit her.

After all, she lives in Gotham, and children in Gotham have always matured precociously. She is used to this. If she encounters any setbacks and dangers, she will be the one who will suffer in the end.

Jay the Shark made up his mind.

"Then go back to training and you can protect me, okay?"

He abruptly met the shocking eyes of the people around him, and finished his sentence without changing his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of a "weak and deceitful red hood" in the watchtower who needs the protection of teenage children in the future. sex.

Batman turned around and went to the watchtower to search for information about the pharmaceutical company. The data here was partly interoperable with the data in the Batcave, and the technology used by the computer in the watchtower was almost the same as that in the Batcave, which was enough to search for information.

The Flash received a call for help from the Central City police, and reluctantly bid farewell to Weier. Before leaving, he remembered something, squatted down and whispered to her: "The little white flower that was cut off from you is starting to take root, you are welcome to come down!" Come to Central City to see her again."

It only took a few seconds for the Flash to go down the watchtower, which gave him some more time to say goodbye to the little girl.

Don't tell me you won't see it again.The Flash thought sadly, how much luck would it take for two people who had no intersection to meet again.

Thinking about it, he stroked the little girl's fluffy hair that felt very good to the touch, and felt a gaze inexplicably.

He followed his gaze and saw the "man from B" staring at him inexplicably.

What the hell, Xiao Weier doesn't belong to his family.

The Flash hugged her furiously, and really said goodbye without delay.

——By the way, he declined Hal's invitation. He still has a case to investigate tomorrow. It is still possible to consider watching the live broadcast with beer and fried chicken at home on weekends.

The hero who really exuded green light shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes fell on the little girl who was ravaged | dizzy: "Hi, little beauty."

He was far more familiar with the gaze staring at him than The Flash, and handed her a chocolate muffin from a tray he made with green light energy, with a half-smile.

"You..." The little girl was hugged dazedly, took the muffin in a trance, and was even more dizzy by the green light of the tray, subconsciously said: "...you are so green."

Jason: "Pfft."

Green Lantern:"……"

Green Lantern said angrily: "Why is Barr all red, and you don't say 'you are so red'?"

Val really thought about it and replied, "Is it because when I first met Barry, he wasn't wearing red?"

Serious kid.

Green Lantern smiled indulgently for a while, then bowed in a gentlemanly salute: "Okay, little beauty, although I really hope to show you the watchtower, but you already have a guide."

Val watched in amazement as his tray descended smoothly following his bending, and responded: "Then goodbye..."

She got stuck on the address, and Green Lantern said, "Hal."

"Hal," she repeated, smiling. "Goodbye, Hal."

Free time now, and with the mention of training, Jason remembered he hadn't asked what happened to Amos, who was supposed to be the girl's mentor, but dumped her at the Central City Flash.

"Interested in telling me about Amos?" Jason said, putting down the phone.He'd just sent Wilson a message calling his attention to Gotham's latest disappearance, thought for a moment, and didn't hide the "like being swallowed" part of the description.

After that, I just waited, waiting for Constantine's response and information feedback.

Before seeing Val, he still liked watching the stars so much, so he took her for a walk around the watchtower.

He didn't have any destination, but he subconsciously started to pay attention to the floor.

This is one layer.

Val thought about it and told him about Amos, Mera and Arthur.

Val didn't understand, but Jason was a sensible person, and realized that Amos was simply transforming her to use her.

She is an independent entity, but this Amos wants to use her as a tool to transform into a handy posture.

Where did he send Val?

If there is no Mera...

Jason felt a little queasy at the assumption.

What did he do?

Without a clear investigation, he sent a lamb to the wolf's den with his own hands.

Seeing Jason's frown, Val thought he thought Mr. Amos was a bad person, so he quickly added: "Mr. Amos is very kind to me. He made me a shell bed, trained me, and made me stronger... …I can shatter that—such a big iron box right now.”

Although it's bad for Mrs. Amos to let her hurt others, she has learned to refuse now, and Arthur also originally—

Jason crouched down and hugged her.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not Jason's fault," Val said.

But she didn't know why, but she just remembered that she was curled up in that clump of cold and soft seaweed at that time, dark, quiet...frightened.

Fear of one's own ability, fear of possible punishment after disobeying orders.

She blinked hard, she wanted to cry a little bit, but she couldn't, it was said in the book that crying is weak, and she had already promised to protect Jason, so she couldn't be weak anymore.

Val patted Jason on the back like a little adult: "Don't be sad, okay?"

"...Okay." Being comforted by a child who was not as tall as his chest was indeed a little awkward. Jason took a deep breath and stood up: "Then will you train with me in the future?"

She just nodded.

He has no way to teach her how to use her abilities, but there is no problem in contracting her for basic physical training.

At least let her have the strength to escape to protect herself when danger comes.

Seeing that Jason was still a little depressed, Weier clasped his hands together, stretched them out in front of his eyes, and made inferences quite cleverly: "Guess what it is!"

She would be happy when she got that candy, and it was reasonable to infer that Jason would also be happy when he saw the little cake.

Her hand was too small to wrap the chocolate muffin at all, and the pale pink cake cup leaked through a large gap in the gap.

Jason did laugh.

"Here's the cake, will you?"

She spread her palms like blossoms, watched him smile, and followed him silly.

"Okay." Jason really took the cake, took off the baking paper, broke the muffin in half, threw one half into his mouth, and put the other half next to hers.

She took a sip, puffing her cheeks and eating happily.

After playing around like this, I reached the second floor.

The watchtower on the second floor is very quiet. It is a confinement floor built according to the abilities and characteristics of various creatures or superheroes to deal with criminals who cannot be accepted by prisons on the earth and the control that superheroes cannot temporarily release. The construction materials are extremely sound-absorbing to prevent the rooms from interfering with each other.

This layer requires fingerprint verification to allow access. Jason paused, knowing that this time he might return in vain, but he still pressed his thumb on luck.

Unexpectedly, the door opened.

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The author has something to say:

First of all, thank you for accompanying me until now (bow)

Because this is the first book I have written, the plot and writing are immature, and I will try my best to learn how to express a complete and warm story while finishing this story.

So I will cherish it very much, I hope it can heal you too