When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Val woke up in the dark.

She had slept almost the whole day, and the fatigue in her body had subsided.

She opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and saw the outline of her own fingers in the darkness.

The roots of the fingers are distinct, and there is still no thin web connecting the two fingers.

Val pursed her lips in a low mood, she felt a little wronged.

When was the last time I saw her web... how long ago?

It was so long that she almost thought it was a distant dream and childhood fantasy.

But, but who can really forget the feeling of rolling around the whole world with their tails in their arms?

She never liked the white room and the cold square instruments, her body was frighteningly light, and she missed the warmth that enveloped her whole body for too long.

But if she wants to be obedient, she has to be obedient.

Val throws off the blanket and jumps off the sofa.

cooking, cooking...

Why is there no one in the room?

What about the grown-up with the warm smile?

Val sniffled blankly, looked around, and saw what Alice called a "switch".

She went over and pressed it, and the lamp thorn was pulled away.

There was darkness like splashed ink outside the window, with little lights and the outlines of buildings coming in from outside.

Val suppressed the panic in her heart.

They must be in other rooms, the administrator sometimes puts her in one place for a while.

And during this time, she has to obey the continuity instructions, and she has to be good.

She began to explore the room lightly and felt a strange excitement.

Sofas, huge iron lumps, and wooden cabinets.

There are so-so many things I haven't seen.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand from the flexible cuboid surface of the wooden cabinet.

"Flipped" is written on the side of the cuboid, a cute word.

But she didn't understand what that meant.

Unable to hold back her curiosity, she pulled out the small square and found that it was paper, a pile of stapled papers.

Words and sentences were densely written on those papers.

She became a mosquito-repellent eye in an instant, and put it back in a hurry.

Val sniffled.

A scent of food came from nowhere, it was the smell of meat sauce.

She swallowed and her stomach rumbled before she remembered that she should be cooking.

She struggled to recall how Alice "COOKed".

A big white iron box, a flame, and a pot?

Big white iron box, big iron box—

Val groped for the lever on the door of the big iron box.

Pull, can't pull.

Turning to knocking, it feels very thick and not very movable.

She wondered if she was not strong enough.

Then, with all the strength of breastfeeding, mustered all the strength of the whole body, and put the feet against the bottom of the big iron box.

——For COOK!

thump--

The big iron box was pulled open, but she couldn't hold it steady with one hand, and the door of the box that was opened after that was caught off guard and fell to the ground with her head down.

it hurts--

She clutched the back of her head and curled up on the ground, huddled on the ground in aggrieved form, her face covered blankly by the scattered white paper.

Do you want to cook with this?

Val fumbled for a distinctive, stiff piece of paper.

There is a picture printed on it.

A good-looking, good-looking man pursed his lips and turned his face reluctantly, only showing three-quarters of his profile, but there was a kind of connivance and smile in his eyes.

Val was familiar with this look, and Alice looked at her that way too.

She fell in love with the stranger instantly.

Beside this strange man, a young man in regular clothes with an unconcealed expression of excitement smiled happily like a little sun.

Wei Er thought for a while, and always felt that he had seen this person somewhere.

She thought hard, and then she found the appearance of the new administrator from her memory. After comparison, it seemed a bit similar.

But the eyes of the new administrator are green, not blue in the photo.

She was puzzled.

After Jason received the message from Dicky Bird, he dealt with the affairs as quickly as possible and rushed back. When he entered the door, he saw this picture.

The child he brought back was sitting in a pile of paper materials.

Perhaps sensing the change in light, she looked blankly towards the door.

What she holds in her hand...

what is that?

Jason just felt an unexplained anger rushing to his brain.

The adrenaline brought by the speeding locomotive has not yet been metabolized, and the heartbeat is like a thunderous drum.

He stepped over in two or three steps and snatched the thing from her hand. The movement was a bit rough, and the sharp edge of the photo cut open her delicate jaw.

The administrator is angry that she has done something wrong.

Val realized.

She didn't care about the pain in the tiger's mouth, and quickly recalled what she had done along the way.

Then he stretched out his hand and started sign language eagerly.

[Sorry, I shouldn't get off the sofa, I shouldn't touch Flipped, I shouldn't have opened the iron box, I shouldn't have picked up the paper, I shouldn't...]

She bumped and gestured, tearing her fingers in pain.

【I shouldn't, I shouldn't...】

She froze there, carefully glanced at the new administrator.

Jason didn't look at her, he looked at the picture on the paper, fresh blood stains fell on his face in the picture.

Disgusting.

Probably his expression was not so kind.

The child's body began to tremble uncontrollably. When he put down the photo, the child stuck to the wall for some reason, with his back to him.

Her forearm was pressed against the wall, her fist clenched and turned white.

Jason suddenly thought of something.

He stepped forward and lifted the loose pajamas worn by the child from behind, and saw a healed slender mark of different thickness on the back.

Welt.

Jason's heart sank.

Maybe it was the coolness behind him, or maybe it was something else that the coolness implied was coming, the child closed his eyes tightly, trembling all the time, even a thin layer of cold sweat broke out from behind.

Jason put down the clothes, walked around the scattered materials, picked up the child horizontally, put her on the sofa, and covered her body and face with the quilt.

Those materials are not important. They are his analysis of the case when he was still under Batman. Solve the case first.

It's just that he didn't expect that there was a photo in it.

He himself didn't remember that such a thing was left behind in this safe house.

Jason took off his jacket in silence, cleaned up the mess, put on his apron, and went into the kitchen to cook.

He conveniently burned the photo on the stove.

Passing by the living room on the way to cook, I saw the child huddled into a motionless ball under the blanket.

Jason thought uneasily.

Did I look that fierce?

Today it's burger meat and spaghetti bolognese.

The aroma of food filled the whole house like fluffy cotton wool, and he was hungry after working for a long time.

To be honest, Jason didn't expect the kid to cook at all.

When the food was on the table, he took a few casual bites first, and saw that the lump of motionless creature was still in that position.

So Jason walked over and knocked on the blanket like a door with his knuckles.

The mass of the creature was wrapped into a stiff ball.

Like a beetle.

A gesture of self-preservation.

But she couldn't hear it, and the way to eliminate negative impressions with sound was considered a pass.

He had no choice but to push back the blanket, and solemnly pushed the child away from a ball.

Her eyes were all red, and looking at him was like looking at an inescapable mountain that was pressing down on her, and that mountain was about to crush her.

God.Jason said in his heart.Please overdraw my patience for the rest of my life.

As if the gods answered him, Jason took a deep breath.

Then he stretched out his hand, stiffly and unskillfully, and lightly pressed his hand on the short light chestnut hair.

Head pats, hugs, and coats.

Some physical touch that can provide psychological comfort to the victim.

When he was Robin, it was basically his job to appease the victims.

Since the other party seemed to be on the verge of blacklisting him, in order not to deepen the other party's panic, he gave up hugging this kind of too intimate contact and chose to touch his head.

Touching it, Jason let out a sigh.

This fluffy short hair feels pretty good.

Couldn't help but rua again.

The pair of green eyes closed the moment he stretched out his hand, and opened slowly with his movements.

It doesn't hurt.

It was written in surprise on the child's face.

Jason was a little amused.

Watching the child rub against his hand again.

The desire to "continue?" was written all over his face.

Jason:  …

Insatiable.

Seeing that the child had almost recovered, he ruthlessly withdrew his hand.

Jason gestured.

[Eat. 】

It is probably her advantage that a child does not hold grudges when she suffers.

She bounced off the sofa, probably being comforted by Shunmao, as happy as a bird.

When she was eating, the wound on the tiger's mouth had just stopped bleeding, because the action of grasping the fork broke again, Jason remembered that her hand was scratched by that photo.

He sighed, wiped her hands with a piece of paper, and touched a band-aid to stick the small wound firmly.

The Band-Aid was a little joking gift from Dicky Bird, and he had never opened it, and only after he put it on did he see a red bucket with a bad taste on it.

After all, they never cared about wounds that Band-Aids could take care of.

The child looked at the little red bucket curiously, and then reluctantly looked away after a while.

It is still important to eat.

It was one o'clock in the morning when they were both packed.

The child probably got enough sleep during the day and was still very energetic at night, so he finally drove him to sleep on the sofa.

Jason lay down on the bed.

It was rare tonight that he didn't dream of dungeons and crowbars and that green lake.

In the dream, his mind stared in horror at the vanity mirror in front of him with a loving and peaceful expression on his face,

Braid the little girl sitting in front of her.

The little girl was swinging her legs happily, and watched as he put a small white flower hairpin on her head.

The atmosphere was quite happy and harmonious, the father was kind and the daughter was filial.

Jason woke up the next day.

He brooded on last night's dream.

After pondering for a while, he wiped his face.

It is too urgent to send this child away.

Otherwise, if it goes on like this, before he has a girlfriend, he will be a fucking father.

Who can stand this.

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The author has something to say:

Happy to be a dad xd

Brother Tong: Go away.

I have always been curious about the color of Brother Tong's eyes. In the comics, they are set to be blue eyes, and in the animation, they are set to be green eyes.

It stands to reason that the color of the eyes will turn green after soaking in the Lhasa Road Pool. In order to distinguish, here are the blue eyes of Robin, and the green eyes after running the pool.