When Chaoying meets Little Siren

After dissecting the hound's corpse and clearing out useful supplies, after such a toss, the sky has already begun to dawn.

Before the darkness dissipated, Kal-El pointed them in a direction with his shadowy claws, and in that direction they were going to set off during the day.

Jason asked Melvis if he wanted to be with them, and Melvis said yes.

He answered so quickly as if it wasn't even a multiple choice question.

It took them a while to pack up the things that needed to be taken away from this temporary base. Melvis dried a lot of meat, which seemed to be prepared for this moment.

"You always wanted to find her?" Jason tied the jerky with a rope and asked him without looking up.

"After all, she is my friend." Melvis said in a muffled voice, digging the moist soil with his hands, pulled out a ripe potato, and wiped the remaining soil on it with his hands.

"... At least it used to be." He wiped the potato off the grass and put it in a leather backpack sewn with bone needles.

"I opened that door, I let her come into this world, and she was turned into what she is by the shadow, and I have to be responsible." He finally said, his voice dull.

Jason didn't speak.

Each of the two adults carried two bags, and the child carried her black ball. The black ball was very obedient, and it followed the little girl wherever she went, without running around.

Their migration finally stopped on another light-colored grassland. The sky has darkened, and it will be dark in a short time. This is one aspect that it is not suitable to continue walking. Another aspect is that Melvis said that the front is a swamp. .

In addition to the high temperature, muddy land, huge mosquitoes and puddles that may carry various viruses, there is a particularly terrifying creature in the swamp of this world-tentacles.

Jason was a little curious when he heard it. He had seen pictures of alien monsters with tentacles invading in the news, but he had never actually seen one: "Octopus?"

"No, it's just tentacles one by one, breaking out of the ground when you pass by it." Melvis explained.

"What's that thing under the swamp? When we walked on the swamp, what's the ground we stepped on?" Jason said, his voice was a little dazed: "Have you ever seen a tentacle alive alone? You've seen it from the tentacle Has the brain been dissected from the body?"

Melvis seldom thinks about these things. These people will force themselves to quickly accept anything that seems to subvert the three views, and they have indeed done it.Who would ever wonder why a spider's head bones look like human bones?Who would seriously study why the swampy ground heals like a wound after killing a tentacle?

If they really think about it, they will be driven mad by something unseen, unthinkable, and undescribable.

Melvis swallowed and said, "Better not think about it, no, don't say it."

But before he could stop him, Jason had already blurted out his guess.

"—What is there under this swamp? It can pierce the ground with tentacles? Or is the whole land just the skin of some creature?"

After saying this, they were all silent for a while.

Val, who was seriously trying to understand their conversation, looked left and right, and was also thinking hard.

...what are tentacles?

The little black ball chirped and broke the silence.

Jason coughed: "Sir, get angry."

He scribbled over the topic just now, and he didn't know why his eyes were a little dizzy.

He blinked, and saw a huge shadow on the ground not far away.

The shadow had a huge body but small feet, like a hedgehog with beetle legs, slowly walking around without any intention of attacking, and even didn't even look at him.

what?

Jason closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows, lest he misread.

He opened his eyes, and the shadow disappeared in place and appeared in another place.

He asked Melvis: "...can you see a black thing?"

He points in a direction.

Melvis glanced up at him and said, "Don't think about those messy things. Those things are called umbrals, and you can see them when you think too much and are not awake."

Jason asked him blankly: "Then is this thing real or fake? Is it a hallucination?"

Melvis replied: "As long as you don't think about it, it doesn't exist."

"Seriously?" Jason asked in a daze, and after getting an affirmative answer, he muttered, "What kind of idealism is this?"

Before he could say another sentence, he saw the shadow walking slowly in one direction.

There were two people coming from that direction, and he was so familiar with that figure that he could recognize that figure within 800 meters without a sniper.

The umbral hadn't opened its bloody mouth fully before it was dealt with by three bat darts.

The blue-black one of the two figures began to gallop towards him.

Jason was startled, his skin was covered in goose bumps, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Hey——Jason!" The big blue bird slammed on the brakes in front of him, and generously opened its hands to give him a long-lost hug.

Jason took a step aside to dodge, stretched out his hand and patted his arm perfunctorily, and asked casually, "Who else but you?"

"There is only B. After all, superpowers are not compatible in this world." Ye Yi said, "And there are only a few 'ordinary people' in the league—er, one."

When he saw Melvis, he extended his hand and introduced himself enthusiastically: "Hello, it's hard for you to tolerate this little bastard for half a month. I'm Yeyi, maybe you've heard my name?"

Jason: "...Who's the bastard?"

Melvis suppressed his smile and shook hands with the other party: "I'm Melvis, your friend is actually a nice person."

Jason coughed loudly, and no one paid attention to him (or both of them were deliberately ignoring his pleasant exchange).He interrupted again with difficulty, and turned the topic back to the main topic: "...Why did you say half a month?"

Only then did Ye Yi turn to look at him suspiciously: "It's half a month, thirteen days to be exact."

Only then did Batman come over and say, "Maybe the flow of time is different."

Jason looked up at him, and casually asked, "A new type of suit?"

Only at this moment did he see that something was wrong.

Aside from the difference in the battle suit, he stood in a more tense posture, ready to exert strength at any time, and his body was deliberately straightened. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the small sound of mechanical operation from him.

He took a step back and said in a deep voice, "You are not an old man."

The Batman didn't deny it, nodded slightly, and Nightwing walked through them like a fish, and said to Jason, "Relax, this is Batman from another world."

Jason opened his mouth.

Should he say: Ha, you're the Batman who lost Robin [-] again?What is the reason again this time?clown?Superman?

But he didn't say anything, he clenched his fists tightly, as if his tongue was tied, and only hummed in a hurry.

"I'm..." Batman began, taking a step forward.

Distraught, Jason cut him off: "Stop it, shut up. God, the last thing I want to hear from your mouth is a fucking 'I'm sorry'."

"I'm not Jason, I'm not from your side, I'm alive and well, okay?" he said, almost growling.

Batman seemed to want to say something, glanced at Melvis next to him, and shut up as he wished.

"So now is not the time to talk about these things." He said, his voice sank, as always: "The information we got is that the connection between this world and that world is here as a facility for teleportation."

"You take care of the teleportation facility, I take care of Superman," he said.

When Charlie came to this place again, two sudden fire lights floated around her, and the light illuminated the gleaming small metal object in her hand.

That small metal object that Karl is so familiar with.

Carl clenched his fingers into fists and heard his own voice tense. He couldn't tell what it was like: "He's here?"

"Him?" Charlie said. "You know Batman?"

Charlie had originally tried to persuade the man to join by thinking that Batman's arrival was an outside threat, but now it seemed...something out of control appeared.

Carl looked at her inexplicably, his eyes glowing red under the light of the jumping fire looked at her.Charlie felt his spine tingle for the first time at the look on his face.

She said as if trying to cover up the chills, "You hate him?"

Carl said, "No."

He said "no" in an extremely calm voice like an extinct volcano that has been silent for thousands of years, and then he ordered almost unconsciously: "Give me the batarang."

Charlie subconsciously gave him the metal dart with the shadow claw, and she realized that she didn't dare to go forward when the shadow claw disappeared.

She only now realizes that the person she kidnapped might not be a good person.

For this she even loosened the shadows that bound his hands and feet into shackles tied to the handle of a chair by iron chains.

He pinched the metal dart to look at it, and sharpened its edge with his fingers. Although the edge was sharp, it still couldn't pierce his skin.

He understood again, and repeated: "Oh, he is here."

He is familiar with the thickness, radian, and slope of the blade of the batarang made by this craft, as well as the dark lines on its body.

He had collected some with great interest when the City of Tomorrow still existed, and he had broken some new ones with rougher workmanship while standing in the scorched earth.

This batart falls into the latter category.

It is a signal, a temptation, a net.

The bat is saying, "Here I come."

It's not usually his style to do so much fanfare, but Karl knows what the other person is thinking.

There are some problems between them that must be solved face to face.

Charlie was finally feeling bad, and she didn't even dare let him break free from the throne.No, they couldn't share the world if he broke free from the shadows.

She would be devoured and eaten by this man.

"Who are you?" She took a small step back into the darkness and asked subconsciously, with some genuine doubts, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

The man bound to the throne played the batart casually with his fingers and said, "Kal-El."

After he finished speaking, as if he had read her thoughts, he smiled at her: "You can try to get rid of me."

Charlie was gone, and if she was any more honest, she'd call that a runaway.

Carl knew she wouldn't be asking for cooperation again.

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The author has something to say:

Melvis (suspecting hearing loss): Who?Who said to solve who?

A tiny bit of Cthulhu involved xd

Day six!As expected of me! (Akimbo confidently!)