When Chaoying meets Little Siren

When Dick sent the results of the child's blood analysis, Jason had just received a batch of thermal|weapons|weapons.

He took a cursory glance, ignoring the normal data, and locked his eyes on the data that were slightly higher than the average.

What is strange is that Dick also sent another document.

That document is labeled Ain3.

That's the code for the League of Assassins.

With a buzz, Dick's message came.

[The little girl's blood sample detected the composition of the new drug Ain3 that was seized this time. 】

Jason frowned.

[Be careful with her, the ability to be suppressed by the League of Assassins will not be too interesting.The potion is about to wear off, and I don't know what that will do, but my suggestion is to put her in the observation room. 】

The so-called observation room is a transparent prison, juxtaposed with Superman's red sun room and the prison room made of special materials for Wonder Woman.

[Unfortunately, but I have seen quite a few superpowers. 】

After replying to the message, Jason casually threw the phone on the bed.

He had a hunch that Batman wasn't going to sit idly by.

He didn't know if Dick's communication equipment was safe—the answer to that question was probably no.

This safe house is no longer available.

Thinking of this, Jason glanced at the child who had finally put on a well-fitting pajamas. The bunny ears on the hood of the pajamas were lying limply on the back of the head, jumping and jumping with the bouncing movements. She felt curious. , flicked his head forward, threw the rabbit ears to his eyes, and squeezed the soft fabric with his hands.

It seems that it is harmless to humans and animals, like a child of a few years old, whose cognitive ability has just been established, and everything he sees is strange.

The ability to be suppressed by potions sounds quite interesting.

The boyish nature that was suppressed in his heart was ready to move.

For this he can even push back his plans a little bit.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the child stretch out his hand and cover his ears.

Quite smart, knowing that he has two pairs of ears.

Jason thought casually.

In the next second, he couldn't get up leisurely.

The child knelt down directly.

Startled, Jason leaned on the back of the sofa and walked over, intending to help the child up.

He heard a snoring sound coming from the child's throat.

The voice gradually decreased until it was inaudible.

Jason suddenly felt anxious and manic from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

He forcibly collected himself, pulled the child up, held her face in his arms, restrained his strength and slapped her.

Her hands were still tightly covering her ears, and Jason couldn't open them at all.

They stalemate like this for nearly 5 minutes. Jason resisted the overwhelming feeling and went to get the sedative. When he came back, he saw that the child had passed out.

He stood beside him covered in cold sweat for a long time, until the slight tinnitus disappeared completely, then lifted the child on the sofa, rushed to the toilet by himself, and vomited in a daze.

It feels weird.

many, many...

sound.

Gollum.

All she remembers is a gurgle.

Those other voices in her head smeared the plate that had been blocked for 12 years indiscriminately and ostentatiously.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The rattling sound stopped beside him.

Weier opened his eyes, and a small "da" came to an abrupt end in his mouth.

She saw the administrator open his mouth, and he made a nice sound, but she couldn't understand it.

But she subconsciously repeated his last voice.

She can make a sound.

She can still hear her own voice.

I saw the administrator sitting beside him with a strange expression, handing him a glass of water.

She drank obediently.

She heard a gurgling sound in her throat.

She wanted to hear more, so she tapped the glass with her teeth.

There was a crisp sound.

Jason snickered.

She stared at the administrator blankly, her gums were aching after she had been chewing on her teeth for a long time.

He has a nice smile.

"Jason."

Jason said.

At the same time, he gestured with his hand.

【my name. 】

"Jason," he repeated.

"Qi, Ren." Weier read vaguely.

She was happy, for her to hear her own voice, for her to get the administrator's name.

She hadn't learned any phonetic pronunciation, and she didn't know where to put her tongue when making the sound. A "Jason" rolled in her mouth more than ten or twenty times, and finally became "Ji Ren".

Jason:  …

The little girl happily raised her head for praise.

Those eyes shone like stars, full of trust and joy.

It was as if the whole world was shining in her eyes.

Jason couldn't hold back, infected by her happiness.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and rubbed her head.

"You did a great job."

After speaking, he froze for a moment.

There was a moment of tenderness that surrounded him, and he really felt satisfied, and an indescribable, unexplainable soft feeling.

Someone had said that to him before.

For a moment he was bewildered by it.

Jason couldn't help but wonder, did that person also have this emotion when he said this?

Or more restrained and restrained?

Jason looked at the little girl. She slipped out from under his palm and ran with a heavy footstep on purpose. A neighbor downstairs poked the ceiling with a broom and made a thumping sound as a warning. She squatted down in amazement. Tap the floor with your knuckles.

The floor was too thick, so no sound was made, but the white and tender flesh of the fingers turned red.

"Qi people!" The little girl shouted.

So he turned back into Qiren again?

The little girl giggled when she heard her own voice, and seemed very proud.

There is only laughter in this world, which can be expressed naturally without teaching.

She shouted "Chisen!" again.

...God.

He looks away super, super uncomfortable and grunts.

"Got it, got it, I'm here."

Who could afford to be so dependent, to be freed from such infantile, unadulterated joy?

Jason wiped his face.

Given her special situation, it was impossible for him to send her around.

Let's just stay and observe first.

Hardcore Jason Todd, think so.

After three seconds.

"Gison!"

"Gisen Giseon Giseon Giseon Giseon—"

Jason couldn't bear it anymore and rubbed her rua in his arms!

The little girl rubbed her head against his arms, messing up her fluffy hair, and laughter poured out from his chest like pearls falling into a plate.

She is really happy today!

Jason started teaching her to read and write.

The little girl herself doesn't read much, and what she used to read was the connection between individual words and actions.The content that involves more is related to instructions, mostly verbs, nouns are rarely learned, and phonetic symbols are even more ignorant.

How can this be done?

To communicate effectively, one can only teach.

Fortunately, the little girl is not stupid, and she can even be said to be very smart. Coupled with her own foundation in written words, she quickly learned simple communication and dialogue.

"Hello, Jason!"

The little girl jumped out from behind the door. Her hearing was extremely keen. She could hear footsteps ten meters away from Jason. She hid behind the door and waited for the moment when it opened.

It's a pity that Jason calmly pushed down the light chestnut head every time.

It would be nice if there was some reaction.

It was written on the little girl's face, super-obviously disappointed.

Jason held his forehead.

"Val." He called, a little disapproving, but he didn't want to reprimand, so he rubbed her head.

The little girl's eyes lit up.

She didn't care about his hesitating tone at all, and pushed his hand up with her head.

"Once again, my name!"

She was so—loved to be called by her name, her favorite name given to her by Alice!

"Val." Jason was kind, with a smile in his voice, and the ending made the corners of his lips rise, which was a gesture of a smile. "What did you learn today?"

"The second half of Flipped!" she smiled happily, holding her hands up.

Every word she uttered seemed to be cheering for the world.

Omg.

Jason really couldn't help covering his eyes and laughing.

She is like a little sun.

Jason is not at home very often, so finding ways to pass the time has become a top priority for Little Will.

Her reading efficiency is not high. She can hold the dictionary for an hour to flip through ten pages of content. It is even more remarkable that some new words are brought out in some complicated explanations, but she never tires of it.

Of course, you know that when a person loses the right to choose reading materials for 12 years, she will inevitably plunge into the ocean of words like nectar after a long time and cannot extricate herself.

In addition, Jason bought some fairy tale books for the family, such as "Alice in Wonderland", "Cinderella" and "The Little Prince".She likes to sit on a chair in the study room, with a thick dictionary on the table, and carefully and lovingly flip over a copy of "Alice in Wonderland" in the center of the table. The weather in Tan is rarely sunny, and the light will cover the colorful little world in the color box like tulle, and the dust will float like dandelions in the warm sunshine.

When the child always dreamed of fairy tales, Jason would not let her go out, so she quietly peeked out the window.

Weier didn't know how long he stayed in that white room. Before he was brought up to see the dazzling world, he was lured into the dark basement with a hamburger by an uneasy and kind person. Think, her ignorance of the outside world is not unfounded.

The weather is still gloomy today, it is morning, but it seems to be dusk.Dark clouds weighed on the sky, the rain was about to fall, and there was a smell of impending rain in the air.

Gotham doesn't often rain heavily, and her weather, like her city, has a gloomy and restrained atmosphere.

The light was not enough, and Alice who read her didn't have the feeling of floating, so she just watched the rain.

Look at the rain pattering to make small dots on the ground, and then forming a wet patch. The dirt and mud are mixed with the rain and rushed into the sewer. If there is garbage at the entrance of the sewer, the sewage will accumulate in that corner.

Val stared at the sewer mouth, a dark hole, which didn't take her attention too much, she was only interested in the little milky white flower that grew by the roadside.

The little flower swayed in the wind, and the petals were deformed by the rain, but it still grew silently and firmly from the cracks in the stone, and faced the wind and rain calmly.

Come on, little flower.

Val said silently in her heart.

There was a low sound of thunder, and Weier shuddered all over.

She is not afraid of thunder, but she is afraid that thunder will damage her little flower.

Ray didn't break her floret, which was trampled under the sole of a shoe.

Val gasped.

It was not a very polished leather shoe, with sewage all over it, and the raindrops were constantly washing away the unsolidified soil on the upper.

Val looked up and saw that the owner of the shoe was not holding an umbrella.

That's a clown.

Vail knew what a clown was. It was said on TV that a clown was one in a circus with exaggerated facial makeup and antics to amuse the audience.

He seemed to be smiling, his eyes were idly looking around, and he was playing with a small object that he couldn't see clearly.

His whole body was drenched by the rain, but he was as leisurely as walking in his own home, and he didn't seem to care about the overwhelming rain.

The clown was very keen on his sight, and he locked on to her direction almost immediately, looking over with a half-smile.

Val was not afraid, and stared at him blankly, perhaps with a bit of indignant condemnation.

Her little white flower was trampled by this clown.

They just looked at each other for about ten seconds, until a person with an umbrella hurried past him, accidentally bumped into his body, and left without apologizing.

The clown looked back at his back thoughtfully, then turned and walked into an alley.

Weird clown.

Val thought blankly.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and she jumped out of the chair to open the door, and received Jason who came back.

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The author has something to say:

Let the ugly man appear less abruptly.