[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

Rania felt like she was walking into a fantasy story.

Thoughts kept popping out of her mind, Neil Gaiman's Book of the Graveyard, Henry Selick's The Nightmare Before Christmas, Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, Fox's Book of Life... Ever watched The old movies and novels popped up one after another. The stories are hidden in every important moment in life. The passing time has witnessed the laughter and tears she had paid for it, and now they are all revived from the distant memory, holding her hand, leading her to an unknown journey.

Orange-yellow jack-o-lanterns and orange-purple-striped candies gradually appeared on both sides of the road, from scattered to three or five piles. A pumpkin as tall as a person was located in the pile of candies, and the warm orange candlelight came from the funny big mouth Leaking out, the pumpkin is illuminated transparently, like the sun in the dark night, the bat street lights are lit up, and the dots of colorful lights are wrapped around the lamp post, jumping between the candy and the petals.

The elements of the real world are disappearing little by little, and the fantasy atmosphere begins to erode around from the moment she stepped into the cemetery. The dark night in the cemetery has changed from being invisible to being filled with hazy light, and the faint halo is the night. With the addition of soft light, although it is still dark, it does not make people feel that there is no unknown danger hidden. The outline of the tombstone has also become soft and brand new, and the ugly traces of corrosion and the hideous statue are left behind.

There are more and more orange-gold petals on the road, and finally it becomes a long road covered with petals. Rania stepped on the soft petals, and her boots sank into the thick petal road without any feeling of bottoming out. It's like trekking in the snow field.

From entering the cemetery, she found that her vision seemed to be returning to normal step by step, or that the world in front of her eyes became visible to her step by step. At first it was pumpkins and candies, followed by street lights and ribbons. She could see Candles and bouquets in front of the tombstone, and the full moon and owls on the treetops can also be seen.

The owl tilted its head to look at her, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew towards the full moon. Rania looked up and saw the full moon smiled.

More and more colors appear at the end of the flower petal road, the outline of the town is hidden behind the thick fog, and there are crisp laughter and music in the air, and the sound tastes sweet like candy.

Raniya stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, and did not speak for a long time.

The moment she entered the cemetery, she felt disconnected from the black mist, but unlike before, in her perception, it wasn't that the other half of her consciousness in the black mist fell into a deep sleep, but that the other half of their consciousness fell into a deep sleep. The connection between them was suddenly separated. Although the existence of the connection can still be vaguely felt, they cannot be reconnected with each other through the line that maintains the connection, as if the cemetery gate separated... two worlds.

Is she still alive?Rania didn't know.

At this moment, without the protection of the black mist, she was just a frail 15-year-old girl. Any danger could kill her, not harder than burning a piece of paper.

But Rania was not frightened.

From the moment those petals appeared, she knew that the things she was about to face obviously did not belong to "reality", but with a clear understanding, Raniya still pushed open the door of the cemetery and walked in Darkness in the cemetery.

This has nothing to do with ignorance or ignorance. Before making a decision, Raniya will carefully observe the environment, rely on rational analysis of information, and collect feasible formal guidelines from it. But after she decides to act, the next step is chaos and madness No matter how many adverse factors exist, she will not be deterred by possible dangers.

She lowered her head, took a step, and suddenly her ankle tightened.

A bony hand emerged from the dirt and grabbed Rania's ankle firmly.

The phalanx, metacarpal bone, wrist bone, and hand bones pulled out the ulna and radius. A complete skeleton drilled out of the grave in front of Rania. After shaking the dirt on the hat, the ticket inspector looked at Rania in a dignified manner. After saluting, his chin slid down, probably smiling at her.

"Welcome to the world of the undead, Miss!" He had a good voice, lively and brisk, "Do you have an admission ticket?"

Hearing his words, Raniya blinked and quickly remembered something.

She put her hand into her pocket, and the candies that were originally full disappeared without a trace, and an exquisite admission ticket lay quietly in her pocket.

"Is this it?" Rania asked.

【Name: Admission Ticket】

[Skill card attribute: Passive skill, disappears after being used once] [Skill category:? ? ? 】

[Effect: You can use this to enter the world of the undead on Halloween] [Learning condition: Swallow a black mist of unknown origin] [Remarks: If this is the case, what are you waiting for?Enjoy the carnival of the undead world! ] "That's it," the ticket inspector deftly punched a hole in the ticket, "We haven't had a visitor for a long time, are you an angel or a devil? You shouldn't be a devil. I remember only the gluttonous lord extorted the permanent residence permit , you will never be that one, will you?"

Rania: "I am human."

"Hahaha, it's impossible for humans to get here alive," the ticket inspector laughed so hard his bones shook, "Have fun, little angel—wait a minute. Are you a human?!"

His skull face just made Rania feel his disbelief. He looked at Rania up and down and screamed: "You are a living person! Undead, what are you doing here?"

"I see the leading petals," said Rania. "Shouldn't I?"

The ticket inspector turned around anxiously, and the bone cracked and fell to the ground: "Of course, those petals can only be seen by the dead. Since you are alive, you shouldn't be able to see them! You can't delay any longer, child, you must hurry back!"

He grabbed Rania's shoulders and chattered his teeth, Rania had no idea how he made the sound.

"Can't I go back the same way?" She pointed to the way she came.

"No, that's the way for the dead to visit the world. If you walk back from this way, you will really die!" The ticket inspector explained to her, "The gate of the world of the dead is opened once a year. If you can't return before the end of the Day of the Dead In the world, you can only stay here for one year, but you are a living person, this place is not suitable for you to survive, you must hurry to the other end of the city!"

He returned the ticket to Raniya and pushed her on the back: "Hurry up, this is the gap between the world and the undead world, I can't leave here, go find your relatives, let them take you out of here !"

The weight of the skeleton is so light, but Raniya was pushed staggeringly by him for some reason, stumbled a few steps, and fell into the thick fog.

After the fog seemed to be a long topic, Rania rolled all the way, with a bang, she fell into the candy pile, rolled down from the candy mountain, and jumped to the street with a bunch of candies wrapped in orange-purple sugar wrappers.

A well-kept hand reached out in front of her.

"Are you okay, child?" A woman's voice sounded concerned.

The candy mountain was full of fudge, and Raniya didn't fall too hard. She grabbed the opponent's hand and stood up, shaking the candy out of her hair: "Thank you, ma'am—"

Rania's voice suddenly stopped.

In front of her was an intellectual and elegant lady... Rania came to this conclusion clearly because she was looking at her face.

It's not blank, it's not a frozen picture, it's not a distant frown and smile on the screen, her eyes are looking at Rania, and the worry in her eyes can be seen at a glance, Rania can read her emotions from her face, this is a Real people—the normal, ordinary people she finally saw.

The face in front of him looked familiar.Rania thought dazedly.

It's not that I don't have any impression, it seems that I saw it not long ago, it seems...

When seeing her face, the lady took a deep breath, real surprise and confusion appeared on her face, her eyes were dazed like a layer of mist.

She stretched out her hand unconsciously, gently stroking Rania's face.

Her fingers were not cold, but instead exuded a wonderful warmth, like the petals that led Rania into the cemetery, as light as feathers in the sun.

Rania suddenly remembered.

"You are……"

"You are……"

They uttered at the same time, and the sounds collided together, colliding with countless fragments full of expectations. Finally, the lady looked at Rania's blue eyes and smiled softly, as if she had verified her thoughts and encouraged her: "You first Speak."

It was impossible for Rania not to feel incredible. Seeing the cheerful smile of the lady in front of her, she paused before saying the name: "I know you, you are Martha Wayne."

Martha Wayne, whose face Rania had once seen in portraits, belonged to Bruce's mother.

"And you are my granddaughter, aren't you?" Martha said softly, stroking her face inch by inch, sighing softly, "You look exactly like Bruce. What's your name, my little one?" girl?"

"Lanius... Rania Wayne," Rania said.

She looked at Martha's face and couldn't help but marvel at the power of heredity. She couldn't tell how much her features were similar to Bruce's, but they were very similar, and the blood relationship was clearly written on their faces, Martha She still looks young, not much different from her appearance in the portrait, her skin is still plump and rosy, her eyes are still clear and bright, she even looks like a girlish innocence, she is amazingly beautiful.

But her son has been tempered by years of wind and frost, and time still treats him kindly. His charm has not faded with the passage of time, but has become more and more mellow like fine wine, but the scars and fine lines that cannot be eliminated have already climbed up on him. The corners of the eyes and brows showed that the owner of that face was no longer young.

Martha laughed: "Ah, my little bird."

"Why are you here?" There was more sadness in her eyes, "Have you left Bruce like us?"

Rania shook her head: "No, I'm still alive."

She hesitated for a moment, and said honestly, "I don't know how I got in here either."

Martha smiled and said, "I don't even know where you came from. I've never seen you before. Well, it doesn't matter how you got in. The important thing is that you can't stay here too long, since you Still alive, we have to send you back."

This sentence sounds a bit strange.Raniya remembered very clearly that Bruce was less than ten years old when they passed away unfortunately, not only her, it was impossible for Martha to have seen——

"Guess it?" Martha laughed.

Rania nodded silently.

"I know a lot. The gate of the undead world is opened every year, and every year we can return to the world to visit our relatives," Martha said softly, "I have been watching him."

She took Rania's hand, the movement was gentle and natural, and the temperature was transmitted from her palm to Rania's palm. Raniya suddenly felt that the pocket was a lot heavier. When she looked down, she found that her pocket was already full. Assorted brightly colored candies.

"...I'm 15 years old," she said.

Martha blinked slyly: "That's a child too."

They walked forward along the street. There were not only the two of them on the street. All kinds of people, men, women and children came and went on the street. There were strange shops everywhere on both sides. "Home" sign, apparently the shop assistants also chose to take advantage of the Day of the Dead to return to the world to visit relatives and friends.

It looks no different from the world.

"I just saw a ticket inspector at the entrance," Raniya was dazzled by the surrounding scenery, and couldn't help rubbing her eyes.For a long time, she could only see one color, and the ordinary and normal scene in the eyes of others was too messy and complicated for her, it’s okay to go step by step, once she suddenly came into contact with the normal world, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, “He saw It's not as good as you..."

"Like a living person?" Martha continued her words.

"It's the transition zone between the two worlds," she said. "The dead there are in the form of skeletons, unlike us. Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Raniya said "hmm", rubbed her eyes, and said uncomfortably, "There are a little...more colors."

Martha summoned a carriage, and she pulled Rania up. Hearing this, she was stunned, and immediately grabbed her hand to prevent her from rubbing her eyes, and said without doubt, "Let me see."

"Rubbing your eyes is unhygienic, honey, don't do it next time," she said, examining Rania's eyes, "Hmm... weird."

She didn't seem to see anything, she frowned and said to herself, "Let Thomas see you."

"I'm fine, it's okay." Raniya pursed her lower lip and gently pushed her hand away.

Her actions made Martha slightly stunned, and she smiled helplessly: "Ah... yes."

In order to change the subject, she pointed to the sky above the town: "See? That's the square, we're going there now, and then you're going to the other end of the city, which is the Ghost Wasteland, and you can go back through the normal channels. To the world."

...Ghost Wasteland doesn't sound like a normal channel at all.Rania thought to herself.

The carriage rattled forward, and the lively smell of fireworks wafted into my ears from the window. Raniya's eyes wandered in the carriage, not knowing what to say to her grandma.

She didn't know Martha, and all her knowledge came from news and portraits. Facing her natural closeness, the little girl felt confused and at a loss.

In Rania's perception, the world doesn't work like this.In her opinion, so far, the attitudes of her father and her brothers and sisters are in the normal category, and every ounce of their friendliness is not without reason. The equivalent exchange that Nia can accept—she gives them a well-behaved and sensible daughter or sister, uses gifts and greetings to enhance their goodwill, and they will also face her with a corresponding image, giving her courtesy care and indulge.

As for her wanting to protect them and the labor and time she paid for it, this is what Rania wants to do, it is not an equivalent exchange, and it has nothing to do with Bruce and the others.

"You don't seem in any hurry to go back?" Martha asked, noticing Rania had been looking out the window.

"The Day of the Dead generally refers to the first two days of November," Raniya said. "I entered here on the night of the last day of October. It stands to reason that I still have two days, right?"

She stared at the colorful streets: "And...it's beautiful here."

Martha stroked her hair: "Yes...but that's not how it works."

Rania could hear a hint of worry in her voice.

"...is there any danger?" she asked.

Martha looked at her for a while, then suddenly laughed, and reached out to hold Rania in her arms.

"Are you scared like this?" She whispered on top of Rania's head, "It's okay, Rania, you will go back safely."

Before Rania could speak, she bowed her head and kissed the little girl's forehead: "Go back early, your figure will disappear in the world when you enter the world of the undead. If you don't go back soon, Bruce will be very worried. Ah, we are here."

Unknowingly, the carriage had stopped, but it was different from what Lania thought. She felt the rear wheels of the carriage landed on a certain plane, followed by the vibration of the carriage stopping.

Martha pushed open the car door and stepped out of the car. Rania followed her and jumped down, her eyes widened suddenly——

The twisted pavement hangs in the sky, and the houses crookedly squeeze on both sides of the square. The plaza that should have been flat is like a clock face created by Dali, floating limply in the center of the road, but bound by some kind of force in the void. In it, it will be flipped to the other side every 1 minute, but the people in the square are still talking and laughing, turning a blind eye to this.

The rules of gravity completely failed here. Rania looked back, and the road they passed was obviously distorted. Although she always felt that she was running on a straight road in the carriage, and occasionally turned, but in fact they had come. Arriving at a plane that is nearly ninety degrees perpendicular to the town just now, the town behind me seems like a waterfall swooping down.

"This place is not at all what you think, is it?" Martha said with a smile while holding Rania in a trance.

Raniya was dragged by her before she came back to her senses, nodded, but still stared into the distance absentmindedly.

So after death will come to such a world?she thinks.

She didn't have time to imagine further, Martha's voice interrupted her thinking.

"Come and meet Thomas."

On one side of the square is a Greek-style pavilion, but the pavilion is not surrounded by green vines but pumpkin vines, and the vines are not birds but bats, and huge pumpkins are piled up in the corner of the pavilion, covered with dead leaves. A magic circle is engraved on the floor, and candle tears are frozen in the lines containing magic power.

There is a chess set on the table in the gazebo. The players are two old people. There are a few people around them who are watching them play chess attentively.

In Mexican tradition, Halloween and the Day of the Dead are not the same festival. November 11st is Mexico's "Day of the Dead", which is used to commemorate dead children, and November 1nd is "Day of the Dead". , this day is used to commemorate the dead adults, and only on the Day of the Soul, these adult undead can return to the world, so now the undead are gathering in the town, killing time while waiting for the gate to officially open.

Seeing so many people at once, Raniya felt that her amazement was almost exhausted.Her gaze was quickly attracted by the neatly dressed middle-aged gentleman among the onlookers, as if aware of her gaze, he turned his head, and then a little surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Who is she, Martha?" Thomas asked, glancing at Rania.

"You already guessed that, didn't you?" said Martha. "I picked her up at the exit. There seems to be something wrong with her eyes. Can you help her?"

Their movement attracted the onlookers on the side. The moment they saw Rania, everyone showed a look of surprise, and turned their attention to this side, leaving aside the two old people who were still playing chess.

"You used to watch us play chess." One of the old people pushed the chess piece and said leisurely.

"But you and Eric have been playing chess for more than ten years," said an old man among the onlookers, "and this is the first time we have seen a living person appear in the world of the dead."

The old man whom he called Eric said coldly: "I have never welcomed you to come and see."

A gentle and beautiful lady looked at Rania with interest: "Are you still alive? Are you the granddaughter of Thomas and Martha?"

Rania nodded, but Thomas pressed her cheek.

"Don't move."

He pinched her face, but didn't make any further movements. It seemed that he was just looking at her. After a while, he let go of her hand and frowned, with a gloomy expression written on his face.

"What have you done to yourself?" he murmured, sighing softly. "You can't see the living."

He doesn't look suave, or breezy, but when he speaks as a doctor, there's something convincing about what he says.

"I can see animals," Rania said.

"But you can't see humans," Thomas said.

"Will it be troublesome?" asked the lady just now.

Thomas didn't answer, and seemed to be lost in some kind of thought. He raised his head, exchanged quick glances with Martha, and shook his head: "No. But I can't help her either."

He bowed: "Everyone, Martha and I are going to send this child back to the world now. See you on the Day of the Dead."

"You can wait until the Day of the Dead begins to go directly to the world," the lady said with a smile, "I'll see you after the Day of the Dead. Good luck to you, child."

She touched Raniya's face and smiled regretfully: "I really hope to have a granddaughter like you."

"Come on, Rania," said Martha.

Rania, however, did not move.

She was silent for a while, and asked: "If I miss the time to go back, I will become an undead forever, right?"

Even though she was precocious enough, Little Shrike was still just a 15-year-old girl. Everyone present had experience far beyond her. As soon as she said this, they all heard her true thoughts.

I don't know the reason, but this little girl... doesn't seem to want to return to the human world that much.

Fortunately, the lady reacted quickly enough, and she blinked at Rania: "So don't miss it, go back early, your relatives are waiting for you to go back, right?"

This sentence made Raniya hesitate.

She really wanted to stay in the world of the undead, not only because she liked it here, but also...she didn't know if she would be able to enter here again after missing this opportunity.And even if you can't get in touch with your other half of consciousness now, after discovering that she has disappeared, the remaining half of consciousness can continue to protect her father and brothers and sisters with the identity of Mister. Anyway, the adaptation period is almost over, and she It is completely possible to simply change into the image of "Rania" and continue to be Rania Wayne, and there is no situation where "her relatives will worry about this".

For Black Mist, a flesh and blood body is too fragile. Without this burden that needs to be protected at all times, it would be more convenient for Black Mist to move around.

When making this decision, Rania didn't have any psychological pressure, but she also knew that she couldn't tell Thomas and Martha what she really thought, otherwise she would probably be educated...

Raniya really doesn't like to lie, hesitated for a moment, swallowed the words that came to her lips, and nodded: "Okay."

She agreed very readily, but did not dispel the doubts in the hearts of the undead.

At least Martha knew very well that although she didn't know Rania's background, she would definitely not be a member of the Wayne family for a long time, and judging from what she had seen over the years, she would not naively think that Raniya will be unconditionally loved as soon as she returns home, so that she will develop enough affection for that family...willing to return to that invisible world for them.

But even so, if she just disappeared...

Martha sighed, looked at this strange little bird, but didn't know how to persuade her.

Is there a second person who has experienced a world where only the living cannot be seen?Rania has lived like this for too long, and no one knows what is going on in her heart.She was different from all the children Martha had ever seen, and she couldn't read Rania's mind, nor did she know how to change her desire to stay.

At this moment, the brown-haired lady on the side suddenly spoke.

"By the way, child," she seemed to suddenly remember, "when you return to the world, can you...help us send a message to our son?"

Martha looked at her in surprise: "Maria..."

Maria winked at her.

Raniya didn't see their winks, but was a little puzzled: "Can't you write to him?"

"The undead are not ghosts, they cannot communicate with humans, nor can they affect the world," Maria patiently explained, "We can only visit him on the Day of the Dead, but..."

"There's no way we can tell him we love him anymore," she said sentimentally.

Speaking of this, Maria thought about it: "But your idea is better, sweetheart - of course it should be a letter! Otherwise, how can you prove that it is us? Can you help us bring the letter to him? Honey, don't you speak?"

The old man on the side was pushed a little helplessly by her, his serious expression softened slightly, he looked into Rania's eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked in a pleading tone: "Can you help us?"

If this request is granted, Rania must return to the human world.In just a short moment, Maria came up with such an aboveboard conspiracy.

And now there is only one question left, which is whether Rania will agree to this request.

Facing the request of the undead, Raniya did not answer immediately, but lowered her eyelashes silently, and cast her eyes around.

Gazebos, lanterns, grapes and honey, colorful balloons rising slowly, grand fireworks blooming in the night sky, sky lanterns swaying in the flames, like a galaxy flowing wantonly in the sky.

She looked at it for a long time, closed her eyes, and finally opened them after a while.

"I promise you." The girl said solemnly, "Who is he?"

Maria laughed, but soon, waves of longing melted into her eyes and shattered into dots of starlight.

"I am Maria Stark," she said, "and I would like you to send a letter to our son..."

"Anthony Edward Tony Stark."