The Princess Diaries [Comprehensive British and American]

Seeing Batman, not only Tony, but also everyone else showed varying degrees of surprise.

The first person to react was Bucky, who directly sent a question in the game's public channel: [Player? 】

"Batman" glanced at everyone in the room one by one, and finally locked his eyes on Adele. He nodded slowly and replied: 【Yes. 】

"I said, how could there be Batman here," Bucky smiled slightly, "If you are a player, you can understand...it's still wrong!"

Everyone who entered the dungeon was assigned a corresponding role, and the outerwear also changed accordingly. For example, Adele's suspender dress became a gorgeous and complicated swing skirt, which is very in line with the style of the times.

"Is there something wrong?" "Batman" tilted his head, not paying attention to the subtle expressions of others because of his OOC, he said, "The role I was assigned is Batman, and the setting is this Guardian of the city."

Everyone: "..."

"Who the hell was thinking of Batman while scanning the material?" Tony said angrily, "Stand up, I promise I won't hit you."

Adele: "...Look at what I do!"

"Since everyone is here, let's continue," Peter tried to smooth things over. "The sooner you find the clues, the sooner you can solve the case. I heard that the faster you go, the more rewards you will get."

Tony folded his arms, his neck was stuck, and he was very arrogant, "I don't want to play anymore."

"How old are you, why are you still so naive." Steve didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Tony snorted coldly, very persistent.

Adele sighed helplessly, and asked, "If you quit now, will there be any impact?"

"Yes," Bucky called out the game instructions, "You can't enter the instance again within a day."

Peter let out a soft "ah", "That's a pity, I quite like this dungeon..."

The progress of the plot has fallen into a state of stagnation, and the NPCs in the game can't understand the meaning of the player at all. They stare at the few people with dull eyes, like puppets who have lost the control of the string.

At this moment, Adele received a private message from the player playing Batman.

Creamy Oatmeal: [Hi, may I ask your ID... is it your real name? 】

Adele raised an eyebrow.

Adele Kane: [Yeah, what, you know me? 】

"Batman" suddenly looked up at Adele.

Creamy Cereal: [...Adele, I'm Dick]

Creamy Oatmeal: [Okay, what about waiting for me to play games with you? 】

Facing Dick's ridicule, Adele started to change the subject.

Adele Kane: [My God!I didn't expect you to admire Batman so much!Playing the game has to choose the role of Batman! 】

Creamy Oatmeal: [...I'm not, I don't have one, it's assigned by the system! 】

Creamy Cereal: [But having said that, it does feel strange that Batman appeared in nineteenth-century London. 】

Tony was arrogant for a long time, and found that everyone came to persuade him, only Adele sat in the chair with her head down in a daze, and he was curious, "What are you doing?"

"Chat," Adele paused as she typed, and she patted her head lightly. "Why do you want to chat like this? You can talk directly."

"Batman" laughed, "Probably because you're a little fool."

Adele picked up the flowers placed on the table as decorations and threw them at "Batman".

"Batman" raised his hand to catch the flowers, "Thank you."

Adele gritted her teeth angrily, "It's not for you!"

Tony detested the real Batman, and felt awkward when he saw the Batman who was too OOC. When "Batman" smiled, his teeth were going to be sour. "Tsk, how long have you known each other, and you two have already..." Hooked up?

Adele stood up with one hand on the edge of the table, "He's Dick."

"You guys play," "Batman" said regretfully, "I have to leave temporarily, Adele, you remember to go home early at night."

"Understood." Adele waved her hand.

As soon as the words fell, Dick went offline directly in the copy, and the figure of "Batman" turned into thousands of flying fireflies, slowly drifting away.

Tony: "..."

Tony: "Why did he run away?"

Bucky said maliciously: "I was scared away by you."

"Nonsense!" Tony insisted, "What does it have to do with me!"

"Okay, let's continue." Adele bent down to pick up the flowers that fell on the ground, and put them back in the vase. "I still have some questions about the man behind the scenes..."

Although there is one less dick, the speed of game decryption has not been affected in any way.

From Tony to Peter, from Bucky to Steve, everyone is too smart to find a clue and find a bunch of things.

The deceased, Evelyn Smith, was 23 years old. She was an orphan. She grew up in a welfare institution and now works in a theater.

It seems so on the surface, but when Peter visited and investigated her neighbors and the little sister who shared the house, everyone else came to a different conclusion.

Evelyn is a wandering warbler who brings a different person home every once in a while.

The identity fits the goals of Jack the Ripper.

According to Evelyn's identity, everyone tracked down the orphanage, and blocked Jack the Ripper when he committed the second attack. After a fierce struggle, he was successfully subdued and rescued. Shaking delirious victim.

"Is it over? This is probably the most unlucky dungeon boss." Adele said coolly.She basically lay down and won the whole time, without using her brain much, she just did what others asked her to do, and kept running around, the game experience was extremely bad.

Tony thinks this is normal, "We have even defeated the aliens, and we are still afraid of a serial killer?"

"Mr. Stark, did you choose the normal difficulty? Let's make it difficult next time," Peter said, "I think it can be more difficult."

Adele said sincerely: "I already find it difficult."

"You're not stupid, it's just that your way of thinking lacks logic." Tony rubbed Adele's hair. "Just do more math problems."

Adele suddenly became vigilant, although when she really wanted to learn, she could basically grasp all kinds of knowledge at a glance, but the math problem!It sounded like a breath of despair.

Lex Group.

"The copy IDGA00018 has been completed," the artificial intelligence reported in a cold voice, "it took 3 hours, the number of people who cleared the level was 5, the key clue was found 9/10, the special branch line was completed 1/6, the score was A, the reward experience was 500, and the reward was special Props [Jack the Ripper's murder weapon]."

Luther remained expressionless, "What is the final similarity?"

"20, the key character 'Batman' in the early stage quit the game, the data collection was forced to stop, and not enough effective information was collected, so it can only be confirmed that among the six players, there is indeed a golden apple holder or a very close relationship with the holder people."

A similarity of 20 means that only 20% of the content of the entire dungeon is correct information related to the golden apple, and the remaining 80% are used to fill other elements of the dungeon.

This ratio is so low that it is useless unless...

Luther asked again: "Who are the six players?"

Since the person related to the golden apple is among these six people, as long as the identities of these people are confirmed, the whereabouts of the golden apple can be found.

"The player playing 'Batman' is Richard Grayson. The remaining five cannot be investigated, and their identities are encrypted."

"Encryption?" Luther frowned. "Someone hacked into your backstage? Didn't you find out?"

"The other party is doing very secretly, I am trying to anti-track..."

"There are only a few who can crush me technically." Luther showed thoughtful eyes, "As for Richard Grayson, he belongs to the Wayne family..."

Luther turned his gaze to the corner of the table.

A ball of pale golden light floats in the transparent cylinder made of bulletproof glass. The light seems to be alive, and it diffuses a little bit very regularly, and then shrinks back to its original size, like a beating heart or breathing .

"Can't you directly lock the location of that golden apple?" Luther asked, "You could have sensed it before."

"The holder is very cunning. It has already noticed my peeping, and it has never appeared since then," Jin Guang said hoarsely, "You don't have to doubt my intentions. Both I and it want to swallow each other. That is the most pure the power of……"

Luther was noncommittal.

"Richard Grayson..." he muttered softly, "Go to Gotham and see what's going on."

Generally speaking, Adele still had a good time at the Avengers Base.

She declined Tony's invitation to stay for dinner, promised to cook for him next time, and then left under the starry sky.

"Is it okay to let her go back alone?" Peter was a little worried.

"She's better than you," Tony said with a smile.

Peter scratched his head, "I really need to work hard."

"But you've made a lot of progress recently." Tony brought the child out of experience, and already understood the importance of praise, he shook his fist and said, "Keep working hard."

Peter's eyes lit up, and he happily touched Tony's fist, "Yes, Mr. Stark!"

It's eight o'clock in the evening, and it's already time for night patrol.

Adele randomly found a hamburger restaurant on the side of the road, bought three sets of meals, one was eaten by herself, and two were taken with her, to see if she could meet a certain bird or a big bat later, by the way, They send warmth.

When passing by a certain alley, the surrounding space quietly fluctuated. Adele listened to music with headphones on, and didn't pay attention at first, until she caught a glimpse of a black Batmobile parked in the alley from the corner of her eye. A thin figure was squatting beside the tire and fiddled with something.

Adele: "???

Whose kid is so bold that he even dares to pry the tires of the Batmobile!

Adele's curiosity suddenly arose, and she approached lightly under the cover of darkness.

The poorly connected street lights were flickering on and off, and between the dividing line between light and darkness, Adele suddenly stood still, her eyes sharpened suddenly.

Adele finally got a good look at the kid who pried the tires of the Batmobile, wearing a tattered T-shirt, small and thin, with thinning hair...

But this is not the point, the point is that the little boy is not a living person, he is transparent.

The first time I saw a ghost, I was so excited!

The brave man who dared to steal the tires of the Batmobile, I make an exception and allow you to sign my autograph!

- "Adele's Diary"

...Isn't it already signed?

——Jason's Diary